70's Acid Funk Soul, Andy Cutting, Mr Scruff, Steve Howe, J.S.Bach, John Kirkpatrick, DJ Shadow, Dan Quinn, Quantic Soul Orchestra, Martin Ellison, Martin Carthy, Gas Mk V, E2, Nirvana, Rantan, Herga, Chilts, Mum&Dad, Bampton, Ramms, Old Spot, Morris On, Voice of the People, Ricardo Tesi, Ninja Tunes, Kepa Junkera, Dave Roberts and everyone else...
I'm an English singer and melodeon player. I'd say I'm probably a folk musician. I bought my first Castagnari in 1988 and I've spent several years buying more of them... I've played for 24 years and i still love every note
I started out playing for morris - Northwest and Cotswold and was a 7 Champion for many years. This was a safe place to learn the tradition and the music. With local folk club - The Pumphouse (sadly closed some years ago) - allowing me to play floor spots and develop as a musician, I gained enough confidence to enter the 1991 Young Tradition Award which was a great experience and lead to some solo sessions on Folk on 2. I met Eliza Carthy in 1994 (at the Pumphouse) and i've never looked back! I'm fortunate enough to work with some of the finest musicians in English music, I was a founder member of The Kings of Calicutt and have toured with E2 and The Eliza carthy Band. I continue to dep for Tickled Pink and will be depping for Bellowhead this year.
This is who I work with...
Dansaul
Eliza Carthy & Saul Rose
Faustus
Life in the Year with John Dipper & Laurel Swift
Maclaine Colston & Saul Rose
Morris Offspring - Rising
Random
Ruth Notman
The 3/2 Five
Waterson:Carthy
Whapweasel
There are albums out this spring
"Faustus" by Faustus
"Colour" by Whapweasel
"Sand and Soil" by Maclaine Colston & Saul Rose
Looking forward to a busy 2008 and hope to see you somewhere this year...
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..?
Nangadef! Hello! thanks for adding me - I very much enjoyed your gig at Bath Folk club, my partner zoe plays me lots of English traditional music, she made the picture for your cd cover. Best to you Ame
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.
hey, we are playing the luminaire in kilburn tomorow, we are contacting everyone on our friends list in london hoping you can make it down, we really wana make the london part of the tour special so if you can make that would be amazing.thankyou Groanbox
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.
