There's a new course on OAIM: Bouzouki Skills. Tutor Alan Reid teaches a lot of right hand techniqes. Yesterday I subscibed again and in the next weeks I'm going to watch the movies. Seems to be very interesting.
So if you are looking for some new input have a look at the free video introduction and subscribe to watch the course in total. You'll also have access to all the other courses as well, so come on, why don't you do it?
These are the most watched post in the last month. Have a look an be inspired. Maybe look at the keywords on the right side to find more interesting posts. And keep commenting!
Someone named Cruel Folk compares a Fylde and a Sobell bouzouki. Can't tell what my favourite is. I only once played on a Sobell. I'd really like a comparism of these two with my Foley. Or better not, cause I love my Foley.
A few days ago Daoiri Farrell posted a new video of him singing Blackwater Side, also known as "The Bonny Irish Maid". This is a lovely video in a fantastic landscape. Unfortunately I couldn't find exactly the words he sings.
Now I tried to tab the intro and first verse of the song. If you want it in printable form please write an email and comment here.
As I roved out one morning fair, so early I strayed, It being all in the month of June the birds sang in the shade. The sun shone down right merrily and billowing with pride Where primroses and daisies grow down the Blackwater-side.
I had no gone but half a mile when there by chance I spied Two lovers talking as they walked down by the Blackwater-side. And as he held her in his arms these words to her did say: 'When I am in Amerikay I'll be true to my Irish maid.'
'This when you are in Amerikay those Yankee girls you'll find, And you'll have sweethearts all your own more pleasing to your mind. Do not forget the promises and the vows to me you made, Oh stay at home, love, and do not roam from your bonny Irish maid.'
'This when I'm in Amerikay those Yankee girl I'll see But they have to be very handsome to remind my love of thee, There's not a bloom in yonder grove nor a leaf in cry My love's gone to Amerikay and quite forsaken me.
I went on the church last Sunday, my love he passed me by, I knew his mind was changing by the roving of his eye. I knew his mind was altering to a girl of high degree, Oh Willie lovely Willie, your love has wounded me
Last night I lay in my bed, so sick and sad was I, I called all for a napkin around my head to tie. Was he as much in love as I, then perhaps I'd mend again, O love it is a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain?
I wish I was a butterfly, I'd fly to my love's nest, I wish I was a linnet, I would sing my love to rest. And I wish I was a nightingale, I would sing my song so clear, I would sing it all for you, false love, whom once I loved so dear.
