Up Here Magazine's Northerner of the Year... www.uphere.ca
WINNER- WESTERN CANADIAN MUSIC AWARD 2007 for Outstanding Aboriginal Recording of the Year. WINNER- INDIAN SUMMER MUSIC AWARD for Best Folk Album WINNER- 2007 JUNO AWARD- for Aboriginal Recording of the Year. NOMINATED for 3 Aboriginal Peoples' Choice Music Awards, 2 Canadian Aboriginal Music Awards.
Born and raised in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, I have come to appreciate the heartbeat of life, and how that resonates through our experiences. My songwriting reflects all those things. I love to sing- I feel like the voice is a human birthright and it should be used often-I think people respond to my voice the way they respond to any instrument- with powerful feelings. I have a lot of family and friend-style support. I am an independent Dene artist from the north. My second full-length album, a new CD by the name of "Sedzé " recently won the Aboriginal Recording of the Year at the 2007 Juno Awards. To order "Sedzé", go to: www.cdbaby.com
Booking info:
Paul Gourlie
The Agency Group
2 Berkeley St, Suite 202
Toronto, ON
PH 416 368 5599
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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
Hi there Leela,was dropping in to listen to your beautiful voice,hope your doing awesome!!must be much warmer in vancouver right now huh.all my best to you and your loved ones.Peace.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Well neechees, this is it - the party of the year! After much touring, takin' care of business and family, we are ready to throw down one spectacular multi-disciplinary arts affair! Focused around our new album, 'WE ARE' - the time has come to celebrate and bring this project’s potential to fruition with a presentational feast for the senses...
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Hosted By: Digging Roots & imagineNATIVE Doors open: 7:30pm Music starts: 8:00pm Special Guest: Kinnie Starr
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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