acoustic guitar plays a little melody, it sounds a little bit like
border music from the Texan -Mexican frontier. Then the beat groans and
rumbles and the band embrace s the voice of the singer.
Harry Marte sings I Will: For my pretty love I will pray, I will pray. For a whore I will sing, I will sing. And for all that money I wouldn’t kill.
songs are confessions: he sings for the outlaws, the outcast, he sings
for love. The dust of the road is rooted in the songs. You sense the
endless horizon at the far edge of the desert and you feel the red sand
under your feet, the sultry scent from t he southern swamplands rises
when Harry Marte sings.
His songs reflect more than half a
life that has seen ups and downs. The songs are clear and authentic,
they appear straight and physical, fragile and filigree; at the same
time they breathe the serenit y of a self -confident freethinker, for
whom sixty is not an age and whose voice contains all the facets that
apply to his songs. And America has always been in this musician
who grew up with Dylan and Woodstock, and who just disappears from
Vorarlberg, Aus tria for a few months and travels the highways of the
Harry Marte uses his guitar to find the music for his
songs. What he plays sounds stripped to the bone, limited to the bare
essentials, and this is where a friend comes into play. "I have left
eve rything else in Alfred's care," says Marte. Alfred Vogel , drummer
and producer, has formed a band with guitarist Marco Figini and Chris
Dahlgren on bass and viola da gamba. Harry Marte gave this band the
same name as his album,' Little Prayers'.
Little prayers. The
music retains the rudimentary character of the creator. The music
remains the soundtrack to Marte's poetry, concentrating on the
essentials, the accompaniment and illustration. Three cool Jazz
musicians, who know their way around Appalachian ro ots music - dark
voodoo sounds ticking, then the guitars sound almost soft. Crooked
elements are always lurking; beautiful melodies are desired in Harry's
sound universe, but his vocabulary always needs a little bit of
distortion. It is better to let the strings creak a little bit and beat
the drums a bit off than to let the pure sound of beauty come to light.
A polka drifting slightly drunk through the bars.
ignites in the apocalyptic The River Old Testament phrases in full
force to capture hi s anger about nature -destroying profiteering, his
band piles up destructive sound cascades - the only time that the
music of the Little Prayers remains speechless and wordless for a few
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Yes, just like that.
DECAY Wo mein Herz in Schwingung gerät, da staubt der Wüstensand um meine Füße. Da taucht am Horizont diese abgrundtiefe, zärtliche Stimme auf, geht mit der wandernden Gitarre im Kreis. OH, I, AM SCARED OF THE PASSION, I, LOVE YOU WITH. Zieht die Kreise enger und enger – Darkness, me, myself and I. Johnny Cash is listening with eyes shut and heart wide open. Sonnenlicht schiebt sich über eine Felskuppe und flutet das Tal.