Wayfaring Strangers have stood for several years now for musical versatility and harmonious, melodic vocals. Like so many others Wayfaring Strangers began life as a pub duo. This experience helped them develop the ability to play with a lot of drive, almost like a rock band, to the most diverse of audiences. Even though they now play a lot of their own material this attitude has remained, sometimes making it difficult to categorise them.
Neil Grant comes from Warminster in the South of England. After leaving university he began playing in Pubs in Germany over ten years ago. In 1994 he teamed up for the first time with Martin Ahrndt from Cologne. It soon became clear that the pair would be together for a long time. Martin provides the musical versatility on various instruments which completes the Wayfaring Strangers picture. With their own songs and their interpretations of other sometimes well known songs Wayfaring Strangers have quickly built up a steadily growing fan base. This is held intact by an equally steadily growing mailing list and the use of modern internet technology, to help keep people informed of latest developments.
The fans of Wayfaring Strangers know that their performance is always worth getting up for.
The Press is now starting to sit up and take note:
'...humour and musicianship guarantee an exciting concert' - WAZ
'...the two musicians provide constantly new impressions during their live performance' - Westfälischer Anzeiger
'...perfect vocals and (...) guitar solos' - Wattenscheider Stadtspiegel
'...a vocal harmony to compare with Simon & Garfunkel.' - Neue Westfälische Zeitung
alex amsterdam haben ein Edelprofil bei StudiVZ / MeinVZ....yeah!!!
Wir freuen uns ganz dolle...und noch viel mehr würden wir uns freuen, wenn uns möglichst viele dort "gut finden". Also...wenn ihr im VZ seit, ran an den Speck! ;-)
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem, & some songs, on myspace... Poem 187 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001
Out of the museum-and-gallery (Wiser on Cookson and the local way), Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me, Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay; Before, on either side, Marine Parks - The southern-one a most beautiful place, Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base.
Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above) Onto the South Pier I made my way: Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove - And high-and-dry sands held from transgression By growth of grass and the weaving of wood, Plus, in the dim light of a sleepy sun, Fishing boats returning to Tynemouth’s hood.
Ihr wollt etwas aufnehmen oder mischen/ mastern lassen? Schaut mal vorbei! Aufnahmen schon ab 100€/ Song oder 120€/ Tag. Neukunden bekommen einen Teil ihres Songs umsonst gemischt um einen Eindruck zu bekommen!
Wayfaring Strangers from Cologne, When you are wayfaring into Edinburgh, have look out for OOR Tours - The musical walking tour of Edinburgh: http://www.oortours.com/
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.
Danke für eure virtuelle Freundschaft. Eure Lieder gefallen mir sehr gut. Ich komme gerne mal zu einem Konzert, wenn ihr in meiner Gegend auftretet. Viel Spaß beim musizieren wünscht
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..?
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.
Celtic Connection macht Beine: Tanzworkshop zum Mitmachen am Fr. 22. Mai 2009, 18.00 Uhr, in Herdecke, Platz an der Kampstrasse. Die Open-Air Saison beginnt ;-)
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