A while ago I mentioned a young music tutor called Kepa.
He grew up to be a top class musician who played his trikitixa all over the world rubbing shoulders with mucicians from Ireland to Madagascar.
Love his stuff. One of my favourite albums of all time is Bilbao 00.00h. Traditional music doesn’t have to be insular.
This sound will accompany me through the beech and oak woods in the final descent back down to Zegama.
Ladies and gentlemen... Kepa Junkera.
Here’s just one more, this time from a bertsolari, a Basque language poet, like Iñaki the stone lifter. Love the sound of this mysterious language. Can’t understand much though! It’s a love story. Kepa Junkera is on the accordian. A good one for when the sun sets on the long journey home...
