Hi friends, my new album Love & Wine is out now from all good music retailers ..and probably a few bad ones too...check out the video to song Coming Back To You (To Say Goodbye) for some dodgy acting....the album is on Trapeze Music...I'll be doing some solo acoustic shows to support it, so come and join me and say hi. Be kind, stay healthy and listen to live music...Adam x
We can exclusively reveal the artwork for Pow Wow, the new album from Adam & the King Bee (that's Adam and Derek to you and me!).
The all original 11-track album will be released by Trapeze Music in march, and will be available from all major online retailers. The track listing reads:
1.Peace Offering 2. Turn Right Go Left 3. Take Your Time 4. Original Sin 5. After All 6. She Could Be Lying 7. You Got Me Right 8. Undone By Love 9. Hold The Bone
10. One More Then Bed 11. Kiss Me Four
All tracks were written by Adam and/or Derek. Adam plays all the instruments on the album, except Blues Harp, by Derek...Adam also undertook production duties. Check back soon for an interview with Derek on how the album took shape.
In the meantime Adam & Derek will be guests on Martin Clarke's Blues Session radio Show on Friday February 24th, talking about Pow Wow and playing live. Further details soon!
THE MUSTANGS have been nominated for THREE British Blues Awards!
Not only have they been nominated in the Best Band category, but Ben and Jon have each been nominated for Best Bassist and Drummer respectively.
Cast your vote for The Mustangs, Ben and Jon by visiting the official website for the British Blues Awards here:
Voting closes on July 31st, so get your votes in NOW and tell your friends to do the same. Winner will be announced at the Newark Blues Festival in September.
Thanks for your votes
Finally you can download individual tracks from Adam Norsworthy's collection of songs. To pick your favourite, please visit https://indiestore.7digital.com/wwf/adamnorsworthy,
or simply have a listen and submit your votes and comments. We value your opinions and hope to spread the word with your support.
It had been a good lesson - Billy had been attentive, had clearly done some practise and was enjoying our bash through some old Elvis songs. To cap it all off, his mom Wendy brought us a nice cup of tea and some exceptionally fine jammy dodgers. It was getting towards the end of the hour and I was winding it up when Billy looked up at me from his chestnut fringe and furrowed his eyebrow.
“Whassup, kid” I asked in that way that always irritates me when I try and connect wiv da yoof.
“How DO you write a song, then?” he asked me.
“Very badly”, I joked. A quip that either went right over his head or he chose to ignore.
“Could I write one?”
Bingo! I thought. I have always tried to impress upon my students that guitar lessons need not just be learning how to play an instrument, I’ve tried to show them that music can be about creating songs as well as playing them. Furthermore there’s a shitload more money in it. Though obviously I change my language – you don’t want to expose kids to the word ‘money’ at that age.
“Of course you can”, I said. “We can write one next week. What you’ll need to do for me is think about something you want to write about”.
He asked me what I meant by that. It seemed obvious to me, but I guess I had forgotten that, at 8 years old, your world is confined to the school playground, the kitchen table and the television. I explained that a song can be about anything, and anyone – there are actually no rules, and often the fun of writing a song is in the fact that you can do what you want and no one can tell you it’s wrong. He liked that bit.
“Just make sure it’s simple, it rhymes, and has a rhythm like a poem”, I said, completely contradicting what I had told him about no rules.
“Okay, I’ll have a think”, he said, and with that put his guitar down, picked up the last jammy dodger and disappeared. Irritated that he had taken the biscuit that I had my eye on, I went home in a huff and thought nothing more of our chat. I turned up again the following week, still in a slightly bad mood about the biscuit.
“Alright Billy?, I scowled like a disinterested teenager.
“I’ve got a subject for my song!” he blurted out. It came back to me and I remembered his song writing allusions.
Great, I told him. Let’s have a look and work on it. Sure enough. Billy had taken an idea and developed it into semi-rhyming couplets that even had a rhythm. I looked at the top of the page and the song’s title. In a defiant, triple underlined bold scratch were the words I HATE HOMEWORK.
continued here http://www.adamnorsworthy.co.uk/blogs/blog-0703.html
When the great British Summer comes around few things are more eagerly anticipated than Festival season: Glastonbury, Reading, T in The Park ... I have failed to visit them all in my life, so this year I decided it was time to brave the muddy fields, godforsaken toilets and questionable cuisine of a three day camping music festival.
Not for me the outsized faux new age commercialism of Glastonbury. No! I decided to keep it real and go to Cropredy. ‘Cropredy’ I hear you ask? Well, it’s a small but well established festival that is staged every year by Fairport Convention. ‘Fairport Covention” I hear you ask? Well, they are a small but well established folk rock band. “Folk rock” I hear you … oh shut up.
Fairport Convention are regarded as the pioneers of British Folk Rock. They began in 1967 and were led by the soft, lilting tones of the late, great Sandy Denny. The lion’s share of the songwriting was taken by brilliant guitarist Richard Thompson, who has since furrowed a fascinating solo career.
I was going with Ben, bass player with The Mustangs, and festival veteran. He sent me an extensive list of things he recommended I take. So, armed with a two plastic bags, a rotting quilt and a pair of painfully chaffing sandals, I set off to pick him up on Friday lunchtime.
We made it to Oxfordshire in record time, before hitting the tail end of a 10- mile queue of punters trying to get on to the festival site. “Try this back road” , Ben suggested, browsing a thirty year old copy of the AA Road Atlas (I think it may even have been for France, not I’d ever noticed). It seemed preferable to sitting in traffic for 3 days, so I gamely followed his directions. We fully expected to hit the back end of more festival traffic as we appeared to be getting closer to the site, but as we carried on, the site loomed upon us and, by the magic of independent thought, we arrived at the site and ambled on without even having to show a pass...
continued here http://www.adamnorsworthy.co.uk/blogs/blog-0709.html
I have had the good fortune to meet one or two musicians I idolised as I was growing up. Well, I say ‘good’ fortune advisedly as I have realised it’s actually quite a dubious honour to come face to face with someone who’s poster you have had on your wall half your life. I mean, what on earth do you say to someone who has been deified by millions - chased, harried, bothered, questioned, hassled and hunted by press, fans and detractors for decades. There is nothing they haven’t heard before, and no amount of flattery or feigning of disinterest will raise flicker of empathy between you.
One such person is David Gilmour, the brilliant singer and guitarist from Pink Floyd. I was invited to a book launch by one of my students, who happens to be a well known journalist and writer. He mentioned that Gilmour may be there too, and my mind immediately started racing.
I first heard Pink Floyd as a pre pubescent kid growing up in America, where they were and still are, huge. Over the years I got into their music more and more, and by the time I was a mid pubescent 16 year old, they were helping to form the soundtrack to my life. I recall one evening when I listened to every one of their albums, in order, until the early hours of the morning – and I wasn’t even stoned.
In short, I was a fan, big time. With their posters on my wall and their music in my ears, they formed part of the Big 5 – my so called top 5 bands as a youth. Daft how blokes have to make a list out of everything, isn’t it?
Anyway, knowing he might be at this book launch, I immediately set about thinking what to say to him, knowing that my friend would introduce us. As my friends will tell you, I can talk for England about music, and meeting David Gilmour was bound to be a feather in my cap for future pub talk. Yes, I was ready to dazzle David with my encyclopaedic knowledge of music and the Floyd in particular.
continued here http://www.adamnorsworthy.co.uk/blogs/blog-0705.html