Amos first fell in love at the age of eight, and the world has been celebrating since. Pictured on the cover with his first love, legs spread and dangling off an old country chair, torn jeans a testament to his wild country ways, this young man from the boondocks of Quebec, Canada has never turned back. The wild embrace of Amos and Guitar almost twenty years on inspired a love affair that made his fingers dance madly and his voice flirt dangerously with the gritty and the sexy. In travels from Europe to Thailand, and endless Greyhounds throughout the United States, he came to understand that music is a master means of communication, one that blasts through doctrine and convention and unites performer and audience in mutual embrace. He saw Thai children groove to his strumming and North Carolinians plough fields to his spontaneous ditties. In time, Amos stumbled upon the healing qualities of music and vibration. The root for the word ‘health’ in Arabic and Hebrew, S-l-m/Sh-l-m, is also the word for peace, wholeness and integrity. Music has come to symbolize all of these things for Amos. This might be what draws his fans so close.
These pieces have a faraway quality, as if they are floating in on a great beam of sunlight….you feel you’re walking a path on a mist covered mountain when the sun breaks through…….
Inspired by journey to the “Isle Of Spice” Grenada. Interwoven with natural soundscapes from fields and forests at home in Canada. It’s as if the musicians were playing outdoors or in an airy room with windows open to the forest, the sea, the sun and the rain.
The songs on Skating Rink are drawn from various stages of my life. Most were finally written down at the kitchen table where, if you look out the window, you can see the lights of the skating rink throwing at least a small part of the world into sharp relief.
A collection of songs written and arranged by Keith Whittall and played and sung by Keith and Gail Klinck. After many years of playing in front of Camlen’s store in Knowlton, they recorded some of their original repertoire of folk stylings for your enjoyment at home
Out of the breath comes a rhythm. And out of the rhythm comes a sound. And out of the sound comes two sounds and then a chain of sounds. This is a song. It starts with the breath and the breath is linked to the cycles of the moon. Without the moon, there is no beginning or end, like the breath. Apulling in and letting out. And this is how we contract, expand, why we hold hands and then let them go. This is the circle within each we are held. Our hands, our eyes, our hearts, our voices.Everything sings. And the song takes us back to what we are longing for. These are the songs I learned from trees.
