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Wardruna Umanji
Samite Spoegwolf
Elvis Blue David Ramirez
Lokua Kanza Marlise Scheepers
Khadja Nin Julien Jacob
Foy Vance Jamestown Revival
Drew Holcomb & the Neighbors Majke Voss Romme/Broken Twin
Antonio Zambujo Bholoja
Ana Moura Aloe Blacc
Joshua James Andra
Nica Jon Troast
Abel Kraamsaal Anna Davel
Carrie Newcomer Albert de Vos
Ayub Ogada Bic Runga
Bacchus Nel David Gray
Damien Rice Danielle Howle
Bill Knight Chiwoniso
Freshlyground Geoffrey Oryema
Gian Groen Linda Allen
Neal and Leandra Pater Mayer
Susan Werner Tidal Waves
Umanji Vusi Mahlasela
Mark Knopfler Norah Jones
Marc Cohn Samite
Leonard Cohen Johnny Clegg (& Savuka)
Tracy Chapman Ddisselblom
Chris De Burgh   Coenie De Villiers
Cat Stevens  Koos Kombuis
Dar Williams    Lukas Maree
Annie Lennox Amanda Strydom 
Mary Chapin Carpenter Piet Botha
Mary Fahl Johannes Kerkorrel
Amy Grant    Cesario Evora

Claire Holley

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Eliza Gilkyson David Kramer
Michael Kelly Blanchard André Swiegers
John Michael Talbot Gert Vlok Nel
John Bell Lesley Rae Dowling
Don Francisco  Lize Beekman
Bruce Springsteen Lesley Ray Dowling
Patty Griffin Johnny Cash
Drew Nelson Anjani

 

 

 

I love music and I'm the proud ownwer of a 2003 Martin HD-28. Thus, I give myself much permission to be "pulled in" by many artists. As we approach Fall of 2017, I'm in a country mood, with Australian Glenn Skuthorpe, Chris Smither, Aaron Lewis, Sturgill Simpton, Chris Stapleton and Zach Brown Band leading the way. I also listen to South African Nick Turner (check out his song "Beurtkrag" on Youtube), a dear friend Christopher Williams (listen to "Do not be afraid" on his new release "Gather"), and Jordan Mackampa, and Passenger.

Whether digital or vinyl, listening to these modern day prophets are a priviledge.

Sidewalk preacherman

I saw a man in the street, he had words, he had to preach
But we just walked on by
Maybe we should stop and listen
Maybe he has words of wisdom
Maybe he has something different to say
Than the same shit that we hear everyday

Sidewalk Preacherman
Won’t you please come in
And share your thoughts here with me?
Sidewalk Preacherman
Don’t let them make you stop living
Your vision, your dreams
Sidewalk Preacherman

Try to make ends meet with tired feed
We pretend to agree with the suit-wearing freaks
Maybe all he needs is a suit and a briefcase to make you stop
And not walk on by

Maybe we should stop and listen
Maybe he has words of wisdom
Maybe he has something different to say
Than the same shit that we hear everyday

Sidewalk Preacherman
Won’t you please come in
And share your thoughts here with me?
Sidewalk Preacherman
Don’t let them make you stop living
Your vision, your dreams
Sidewalk Preacherman

Photo: www.andra.co.za

Weeds

Didn’t anyone mention,
didn’t anyone mention that hate is all we show?
Love is not a side we care to know.
You cut half your heart,
it makes it hard to grow.
Soon you will know:
That we’ll all be damned in the morning;
we’ll all be damned in the evening too.
We’ll all be damned when the sun don’t shine,
and your hateful words’ll
come floating back to you.
Didn’t anyone teach you,
didn’t anyone teach you power is all you need?
You cheat your brother and drag him through the weeds.
A sharp quick incision should be all you need.
Soon, you will see:
that we’ll all be damned in the morning:
we’ll all be damned in the evening too.
We’ll all be damned when the sun don’t shine,
and your broken words’ll
come floating back to you.
Your broken words’ll
come floating back to you.
Your broken words’ll
come floating back to you.

 

 

 

 

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