Mike Scott - voice, lead & rhythm guitar, piano, stuff Steve Wickham - electric fuzz fiddle, rustic fiddle, mandolin and whoever Mike and Steve fall in with next.
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Booking agent: Paul Charles. pc@asgard-uk.com Booking agent (Nth America): Frank Riley. frank@highroadtouring.com
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This is the official Waterboys Myspace page, overseen by Mike Scott and maintained by Paige (right), with tech support from Ian and back-up from John.
The Waterboys belong to no movement, genre, school or fashion. We play Waterboys music. We've been based in London, Dublin, Galway, New York City and Findhorn, Scotland and we follow the twists and trails of the music wherever it leads, wherever the adventure unfolds. Come with us.
Hi Waterboys, thnx for adding Austrian formation smart love junkies as friends! Too Close To Heaven will be my favorite song forever! We are doing this great composition sometimes in our concerts - if our piano-man Sake is with us!
My sincere thoughts are with you all, for Mark and his family and loved ones. What a talented man, what an inspiration, music the gift he gave us. His light is bright. The Waterboys and their friendShip... The bow the voice, ...the oars, the guitars & Fiddle,.... the hull, the drums... The Rudder, the Bass...... The sails, their spirits as one! Love & Light Lissa
There is now a Mark Smith memorial page on Facebook- a chance for the many who held him in high regard as a musician, a person or both to share or leave a few words as well as keep up on events associated with his memory.
The Last Waltz I just want that thing When voices join in harmony And in that fleeting moment, Meaning coalesces on the ear, All dark, dissolving, clouds the alleyways no more And fresh bread scent of home pervades the air No sandal soles In dust of broken homes Nor callused toes peep bloody from the garment hem, And all the big parades And shock and awe And swagger on the carrier decks and medals Jangle helpless in the face of what is fair I just want that thing When friends draw in, some living some begone, Some brittle, none forgotten All beloved everyone. Then dash the glass into the fire Then well up unashamed my heart Beyond the reach of fear Of faith, blind, bigoted and drear And then across the great divide Rise men and women unafraid To dash in loss their bracelets at the wall, And hearing them Hope holds me in its thrall. I just want that thing When empathy prevails When man evolves beyond the crass And reason comes of age When dogma, cant, and witchcraft All are banished to the past When voices join in harmony at last.
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