At the moment a few different things and this does change a lot, at the moment, Robbie Basho, Michael Hedges, Leonard Cohen, Jake Thackery and Andy-Hinny-Ian-Tom (the newcastle session crew) all the bowers, pickers, pluckers, singers and music makers around Newcastle!
Hi, I write guitar instumentals and songs also. I like to cover the odd song or tune too. I'm going into my final year at Newcastle univeristy folk and traditional music degree where i've met some great people and had a lot of fun. Before the degree i played in a few bands and made an album called "Cliffhanger" and an un released album of songs called "Feeding Time".
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..?
It is a pleasure to have you as my new MySpace friend… I find your MySpace page, your talent and your enthusiasm for music pleason’ to many… I welcome you’re other MySpace friends to visit my MySpace page that I’ve dedicated to my admiration of many talented guitar playing musicians of many styles… Stop by check it out and leave a comment if you like… Thanks Ken…
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.
Hi Simon, Cheers for finding me. Glad you liked the tunes - you're stuff is sounding really lovely. I really enjoyed my listen! I see you're doing the folk degree at Newcastle - i'm sure you are having fun immersing yourself in the great scene there! I'm down there sometimes so maybe meet you for real... Best wishes, Fiona x
Wotcher mate...just checking in. All well in your world? Not heard from you for a while so I thought I'd drop you a line...pretty busy here. Am spending a lot of time stood behind a hurdy gurdy and pretending to be french at the minute. Also, I just got a new guitar from Colin Kendall that you HAVE to have a go on! Let us know next time you're down here and we'll go and have a beer or seven.
hey, how are you? not sure if i'll be going this year...pretty busy over the summer so might have to give it a miss. hows the course going? Hope all is good x
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