All Aboard! Stop Press - click here for review and photos Saturday 2nd and Sunday 3rd May 2 pm - 8 pm. Free Entry. Filey Masonic Hall, 27 Rutland Street, Filey, North Yorkshire, YO14 9JA. Get ready for a friendly welcoming Loudhailer weekender of all acoustic music and the odd poet, with the usual Loudhailer vibe and great audience. … Continue reading Loudhailer Seaside Special @ Filey Folk Festival 2015
Tag: Poetry
Refugee – Sunday Morning Sketch, finished!
It was after the workshop Rich & I did for Refugee Week - when everyone wrote poems - that I found I had some words on the go too. So, the following Sunday morning I figured out a piano accompaniment. I recorded a sketch on my Walkman, and that was the title sorted: Refugee - … Continue reading Refugee – Sunday Morning Sketch, finished!
Loudhailer Acoustic November 2013
We had another candlelit night of good music and good vibes last night at Loudhailer Acoustic. There was a surprising amount of stand up thrown in for good measure so plenty of grinning and groaning too. Rich & I got the ball rolling with Gloria Mundi (Loup Garou and maybe even the odd weredeer to … Continue reading Loudhailer Acoustic November 2013
Brother Songs – Loudhailer Acoustic August 2013
Thanks to everyone who came to Loudhailer Acoustic last night. Rich was sorry he couldn't make it as he was hoping to wear his new shirt to rival the likes of Jeff and Gifford...so be sure to be prepared next time (and have a look at the gallery below for a sneaky preview) I had … Continue reading Brother Songs – Loudhailer Acoustic August 2013
Not to mention the juggling…
Loudhailer Acoustic June 8th 2013. We travelled from Stonehenge just in time to light the candles and cut the cakes. It was another terrific night, always great to see new faces and welcome friends old and new. Here we all are (apart from Andy who missed the photo, and Rich who took it). Once again thanks … Continue reading Not to mention the juggling…
Spiral Angel by Rich & Lou’s Loudhailer
Translation: Spiral Angel, searing, tearing, empty, void, nil, zero there. Spiral Angel slice down slowly, breastbone painless, meets the air. Someday, one day, now… or never. Ancient echoes seeping through. Spiral Angel incandescent. Ride away, Wings streaming... Go! © Duffy-Howard