Under an english blue sky: There was a blue van nearby coming from Tibet:) Found the guitar on the grass… Tuned the guitar and… bumped into some morris #flowerpower folkish men: Some old flute & bowl sessions meanwhile, just before getting the new flute;)
Some english real folk theatre popular culture performance. Ps: I have already pending on the question about #nation-alism …Igor shut-up…but still in my mind je-je. Ps2: St.George please keep the sword in peace, much better this way. Having a great time with friends from Oxford also playing some stuff. Here with my «bozouki» friend, Mark Atherton, after I played three tunes:
1.- I started with a poem that is called Any Roof as an intro of the almost traditional basque song, that actually is not, called 4 Roofs by basque pop-folk-rock band named Itoiz.
2.- Then I went into the Simple Man (cover version tune from Eef Barzelay) 3.- I finished with Exit.
Great time with friends too, j, j & m. Thanks Cheersthen:) /m. with the new «bozouki»;) / j. with a new flute/ Sellers more happy than anybody else ;)))) Come back home And finally, we said goodbye to the st.george blue sky, here in #England 😉 ps: Any doubt, that we are in #England ? ;))))
Yesterday was St. Patricks day, everywhere. Even in Oxford, at Harcourt Arms pub (our temple every sunday eve) and I bumped into Mark, great guy. He encouraged me to play and then Nigel saw me from the music equipment (busy man, good technician&musician). Both of them good people. I arrived thinking at Harcourt Arms in a song, that I could sing «Chamelions», remembering friends from Donegal (James, Sarah & Finola) also Ennistymon (Jackie & Fergus) and so on, exchanging messages from early in the morning. Good mood, better singing atmosphere. I made it: #Chameleons Mainly because I also remember this song was recorded in Ennistymon, Co.Clare Art Gallery Studios in August 2011, with the great technician (musician too!) Quentin Cooper (in the arrangements doing a big job with instruments, mandolin, banjo and so on). (Ireland) And in St.Patrick’s day, everyone could be irish: I was a Green Chamelion, like the audience, Green Chamelions for one night. Ps: This song was written in Tokyo it is why in the chorus it says «Dreaming with Chamelions in Tokyo» when Tokyo is everywhere in St. Patricks; you did not need to look for chamelions. There are plenty of them, green chamelions:) Like you & me.
I arrived 2 hours earlier. Not a big queu. But quiet, people in it. Now weird not posh not…alternatives. Just people. 3500 people gathered in the gig. Almost lots of them on the seating section. I was in stalls. But I started the guest artist in the seating highest seat of the O2Apollo venue. Then I went back to the Stalls…to the hell….and Seaglopur. Just Icelandic great earthly strenght from somewhere. Manchester «music expert» audience…was quiet and stuck. Maybe, because they do not know what to do with such as big musical hurricane. Icelandics gave us, and specially to the Manchester «posh» audience a great demostration about how music could be understood and show in a broad audience, while pictures, movements and a big amount of musical arragements details could be played, like in a icelandic aurora boreal vast constellation. We all stuck. The one with soul&heart, were delighted. Takk Takk Sigur Ros to let us dream, to ever dream. Ftf.