Warwick Folk Festival 2013 /UK/
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 ? ;))))
Jericho Street Fair, Oxford (UK). Neighbourhood.
Three songs with complementary adding translation/recital. Great time in a blue sky saturday 8th June. Garden beer, roulette and some kids running around the pub. Cozy outdoors atmosphere:
1.- Exit
2.- Simple Man
3.- Any Roof/Lau Teilatu
#HanIzanikHonaNaiz
#BeingThereIAmHere
Simple Man played in Oxford 14th April 2013
Islandia (Iceland, my first song). Harcourt Arms, Oxford (UK). 14th April 2013.
Iceland, lived in a light bulb though,
Iceland reminded us the similar euphoria that feels when we have not lost the last train
Iceland was always in the bar, with a pint with crossed arms in the desk and wearable long shirt buttons were always free.
You’re my only addiction, her sweaters showed (and maybe she was speaking to her pint)
You’re my only addiction, she replied, and we smiled out of the blue…
…While
someone
punctured
our
bike‘s
wheels
with
a
needle
uses
to
tatto
aeroplanes
in
our
hearts
We
slept
in
bicycles´
cemeteries
and
we
had
many
broken
tricycles
undiscovered
still
/ /
Islandia, berriz bonbila baten barruan bizi zen
Islandiak azken trena ez galtzearen antzeko euforia gogorarazten zuen
Islandia tabernetan egoten zen, beti besoak mostradorean gurutzatuta garagardo batekin eta alkandora luzearen eskumuturreko botoiak beti askatuta zituela
You’re my only addiction, zioen bere jertseak eta garagardoari ari zitzaion akaso
You’re my only addiction, erantzuten zuen berak, eta guk irribarre egiten genuen oharkabean
…
Norbaitek
bizikletako
gurpilak
zulatzen
zizkigun
bitartean,
bihotzetan
aeroplanoak
tatuatzeko
orratz
batekin
Guk
bizikleten
hilerrian
egiten
genuen
lo
eta
triziklo
apurtuz
betetako
kanposantu
asko
geratzen
zitzaizkigun
ezagutzeke.
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