Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear. Minstrels with stories, poetry and music some of them born before tongues learnt to talk. Some walk into the dust, some into paradise, some into the wilderness of things unknown while the distant drum beats to their heart’s delight. Help unfurl these hidden masterpieces lurking in the icy winds of the north, the meditating waters of the south, lost in the sands of the west to rise with the light in the east. While they sing their tales of purpose, true love, hope, the summer rain, the stars in the bleeding canopy, the beacon in the sea, gold in their fields. Studio7 launches for the very first time ‘The Folk Project’: a repository of short documentaries showcasing folk artists playing indigenous instruments in different pockets of the country. Capture these folk artists pour their heart out about their inspiration at the crux of their musical expression. No expert video skills required. Just lend an ear and soak in their music. Search for your soul this rurals
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 00:22:19 +0000