NEWS-Cosy Winter House and Home Concerts?...
Welcome to the Ger Wolfe website, The tide has turned, stretching away ahead of us now.
Back to work time at Raggedy Records, Working away on the next CD which is called 'The Lark Of mayfield' a compilation of the last 20 years work, a snapshot (it's just volume 1 for now).A few nice gigs coming up very soon including a very special gig as gaeilge in Dublin on Thursday 19th (Gael Linn -ta ait fior spesialta acu san Powerscourt Town House, at the top of Grafton Street and also a trip to Edinburgh for 4th February.Looking forward to a bright year ahead ,conscious of the darkness int he world but we light a little candle of hope.
Unfortunately due to technical problems our own downloads page has been removed for the moment but all of the albums are available by a very uncomplicated mail-order and also some of the albums are available for download through the iTunes Apple Machine.
Further details of concerts on the tours page.
For venues that would like to book a concert, including cosy Winter and early spring house concerts please send details of your request to:
The Newest Album "I Have Been Loved" which is still available by mail order from this site.Thanks for supporting our fully independent record label.The music is also available at selected record stores, support your local shop! .The album is now available from iTunes download store by clicking on this link
Here is a review of the newest record, from Colm O' Hare, HOTPRESS.
I Have Been Loved-Review in HOTPRESS
With his gentle, yearning folk melodies and easy-going voice, Cork's Ger Wolfe has been creating understated but carefully crafted vignettes since his 1998 debut. He continues in that vein on his seventh album with ten new songs, exquisitely performed, arranged and recorded. It's difficult to pick out highlights; such is the even quality of the tunes, not to mention the stellar playing from a large cast.
The current single, 'Shine Down Warmly' is, as the title suggests, a sun-kissed, laid back number which gently weaves it's melodic magic, with wonderfully evocative lyrics: 'The flowers take a notion, let their petals dance a jig, the sky pours out a potion and the river takes a swig'
'When I was hungry' boasts a lovely brass arrangement, lyrical honesty and hopeful sentiments.
Elsewhere, melancholia and regret inform songs such as 'I Have Been Loved' and 'It's all dark' but their lovely melodies overcome the stark subject matter. Homelessness is the subject of 'Tell All The Lies' where the protagonist lies in the 'backstreet cardboard box and concrete'.
It's not all low-key and somber however; the tempo is raised on 'They Dance When It Rains' which boasts a more rhythmic, almost reggae-lite backdrop while 'A New October Daughter' rings in the changing of the seasons, the dark days ahead and 'The comfort of your feather bed.'Sublime.
Colm O' Hare
We have a new song up on YOUTUBE which you can follow by clicking this link;www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdMjZRR_Y6k
You can subscribe to the youtube channel here below for updates and new song videos.
A Podcast is still available of the specially commissioned documentary 'Gentle Genius, Forgotten Poet' made about Ger and his life in music. This production by Linda Geraghty of Little Oak Productions recieved great praise and features Ger speaking about the music and many people including musicians Christy Moore and John Spillane and radio presenter and music enthusiast John Creedon.
Also featured near the end of the show is 'One star left in the window' as played live at what was once the Lobby Bar with Edel Sullivan and Paul Frost earlier in 2011.
You can now listen to the entire show by going to this link Documentary
Documentary on RTE Radio
Updated November 2016.
Here is a poem, a sonnet to be exact, that I wrote for Ballyphehane , where I spent 4 young years of my life.
Under the hedge of Morning Street I ran
A dream asunder in my four year feet
Where empty cages of canarys clan
Wept waiting for the summers singing heat
Glass bottles, crows and chip bag papers flew
Around that sound pulse of the citys heart
And words and radio airwaves tipped askew
The finish of the winter and the start
Of sailing summers kite across the sky
And painting every colour of the dream
That slept in hollow boxes dark and dry
As leafless, songless, joyless, birdless streams.
A thorneen in your jar of memory
Small birds pluck at your heartstring in the trees.
(C)Ger Wolfe 2017