paar weken geleden het eerste officiele optreden gehad met m'n bluesband:
Blues
Re: Blues
Vandaag ontdekt en vind het echt super: Henrik Freischlader Een duitse gitarist/zanger die vrienden en vaak vergeleken word met Joe Bonamassa maar persoonlijk vind ik hem minder gelikt. Heeft in verschillende samenstellingen al aardig wat cd's gemaakt en is vooral bekend om zijn live optredens.
In april komt er weer en nieuw album uit. Meer mensen bekend mee?Discography:
The Blues CD (2006/ZYX Music)
Get Closer CD (2007/ZYX Music)
Henrik Freischlader Band Live 3 CDs (2008/ZYX Music)
5 LIVE in the kitchen CD and LP Vinyl 180 gr. Moritz Fuhrhop, Henrik Freischlader, Tommy Schneller, Mickey Neher, Olli Gee. A co-operation with Leo Gehl, DEUTSCHLANDFUNK (2008).
Recorded By Martin Meinschäfer CD, Double LP Vinyl 180 gr., and MC (2009/Cable Car Records)
Tour 2010 Live 2 CDs (2010/Cable Car Records)
Still Frame Replay CD and Double Vinyl 180 gr. (2011/Cable Car Records)
House in the Woods CD and LP Vinyl 180 gr. (2012/Cable Car Records)
Live in Concerts (Show No. 47/2011 & Show No. 27/2012) 4 CDs (2013/Cable Car Records)
Night Train To Budapest CD and Double Vinyl 180 gr. (2013/Cable Car Records)
Trotse vader sinds 25/02/10.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light
Re: Blues
Die nieuwe plaat klinkt zeker erg aangenaam.
Trotse vader sinds 25/02/10.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light