zaterdag 27 maart 2010

We had our first gigs last week. The first was very interesting due to the little bar we played at. We were supposed to play acoustic but to excited so we tried to fit all our instruments and drumkit behind the bar.

The second was at a lovely cinema place, it went very very very well.

Wednesday we played at Paradiso,another Cinematic event (our music might be suitable for cinema I guess..). We had to improvise to old tapes from Amsterdam begin 20th century. We had fun, although we mostly played our songs in random order.

Yes we are enjoying ourselves, playing, writing and performing. Here is our little photo diary of past week, enjoy;


Nieuwe Anita by Linda van Schooten


Smart Project Space by Iris van Vliet


Paradiso by Iris van Vliet

donderdag 25 februari 2010

zondag 14 februari 2010

Musique

Somewhere in snowy 2010 Rosa stranded with a broken bike somewhere in Amsterdam. She could not go on, until a little bird stopped by who offered her a seat. Rosa and Nina started talking and discovered their mutual love for music. They decided that they wanted to make songs, but there was still something missing. A few days later the sun started shining and Thijs walked in. A guitarplayer who reminds people of Dylan, The Band and the old folk/blues days in America. Together they started making songs about cowboys at sea. They called themselves Bird on the Wire after the beautiful song by Leonard Cohen. They are trying their way to be free and will be ready to take over the world from March 2010!

We are going to record next week. The songs will be on our myspace as soon as possible: www.myspace.com/birdotw. Also we have our first gig! March 18th at Subbacultcha! - Smart Project Space, Amsterdam.










Bird on the Wire

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

L.Cohen