Poul Høxbro has both a classical diploma and soloist’s diploma (the highest performance honour possible) from the Carl Nielsen Academy of Music, and a background in rock and folk music. His unique work on medieval pipe and tabor has brought him international acclaim, and resulted in multiple prizes, including the Danish Radio Symphony Orchestra’s prize of honour, the Emil Holms Grant.
His remarkable musicianship and his virtuosity on folk and classical flutes and historical percussion instruments, means that he is highly respected and sought after as a collaborator across multiple musical genres and in many countries. He also teaches dance courses and incorporates storytelling in Danish, English, German and Swedish in his performances.
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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.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem cum song 2 of 230: 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.
Hi, Poul Thanks for your frienship... I'm enjoying a lot with the music of your profile. "Tu-Tu-Pan-Pan" for ever (or "Tiru-riru-Porrom-pom" in Spanish) Cheers Juanma Sánchez
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