REVIEWS
Julie Felix: Highway of Diamonds
Rose Theatre, Kidderminster, Worcestershire
6th November, 2009 – Review by Ian Snow
Fans of 1960s folk legend Julie Felix gathered in Kidderminster for the penultimate date of her Highway of Diamonds tour and were rewarded with an evening of warmth, humour, integrity and, above all, superb singing.
Performing to a full house, Julie’s first half set contained a selection of original material and dependable classics from respected songwriters such as Bob Dylan (Times They Are a-Changin’) and Buffy Sainte-Marie (Universal Soldier), while her second half was based on requests from the audience. A simple enough format, but one that gave her fans an opportunity to hear favourites from her forty-year career and ensured a good mixture of songs. Stand out performances from the first half included The Ballad of Doris Kathryn Rodehaver, written about Julie’s mother, and the title track of the tour and accompanying CD, Highway of Diamonds. Second half audience requests included Woody Guthrie’s Plane Crash at Los Gatos, a moving tale of the fate of a group of Mexican immigrants in the Unites States, and Dylan’s Masters of War. A personal highlight for me was Julie’s take on Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah – a song enjoying a recent burst of popularity following X-Factor winner Alexandra Burke’s version that topped the 2008 Christmas charts. Among the more unusual performances were La Que Sabe, Julie’s eerie song about a mythological bone collector and reanimator, and Peace is a River, the track that became the show’s second encore and to which Julie encouraged the audience to sing along, being gladly obliged by nearly everyone!
Though the songs themselves can make or break a set, of equal importance is the performer’s relationship with the crowd. Julie had a faultless camaraderie with her audience, and the modest and gently self-deprecating way in which she connected each song with a story, anecdote or general reflection on the strengths and follies of humankind proved to be her greatest strength. As the show progressed, we were treated to her thoughts on everything from President Obama and the problems of religious intolerance to how she met both Sir David Frost – arguably the man who made her famous – and Leonard Cohen, the young Canadian poet-turned-songwriter whose path crossed with Julie’s several times in their respective careers. Told with a winning charm, Julie’s fascinating insights into her musical career had the audience on her side from the outset.
Physically, Julie’s performance was incredible. Though 71, she has more energy than most people half her age, and showed no sign of letting her maturity slow her down. Admitting that she might have taken herself a little too seriously in her late 1960s heyday, Julie came across as relaxed and comfortable with herself and her music – even joking with the audience that she usually gets requests for songs by Joan Baez, the American folk artist with whom she is often compared. Thankfully, no one made that mistake on this occasion!

After the show, Julie met with fans for autographs and general friendly chat, equally happy talking to her longstanding followers and those who, like me, were seeing her perform for the first time. With my signed album in hand, I left the theatre considering myself privileged to have met such a remarkable lady and seen her perform the material that clearly means so much to her. Here’s hoping she has many more years of creativity left.


colourful balloons emblazoned with the great age she had reached. Wearing a smart white trouser suit that showed off her gorgeous trademark – her long black hair – she then burst into the first song of the evening. Her first set was dedicated to the 60s contemporaries that have inspired her through the years. From the pen of Bob Dylan we heard A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, from Buffy Sainte-Marie we heard Universal Soldier; we then heard Tim Buckley’s beautiful Morning Glory (which features on her brand new album) and from Leonard Cohen, Julie chose Hallelujah. As she went into a Tom Paxton number she quoted a birthday greeting she had just received from him: “At 70, still the possessor of the most radiant smile in Britain. Old friends are the best friends, especially when they get old. But that’s not for awhile yet for you. They tell me that 70 is the new 40, but you’re not a day over 35. All the best. From Tom.” Julie’s beaming smile and her reading style excited the audience and after that, it just had to be time for refreshments.
Back on stage wearing a stunning long dark blue cloak that sparkled with sequins, Julie sang a selection of her own songs, including one about her mother, followed by a sensitive one she had written for her father’s passing. There were many others: Woman, I Miss You, The Witch Song and Fire, Water, Earth & Air. Julie told us of a time she had spent in Barcelona with her late father and that they had both bought Spanish guitars there. It was her father who had taught her to play the Spanish guitar long before she had any aspirations of becoming a professional singer. Never playing this particular guitar before on stage she proceeded to treat us to not one, not two, but three songs with a Spanish flavour this simply mesmerised this already excited crowd! Munequita Linda (‘Magic is The Moonlight’), Solamente Una Vez (‘You Belong To My Heart’) and finally the familiar Cucurrucucu. That guitar with its nylon strings made a delightful sound!







Thursday August 18, 2005

SHE
performed to an audience of 28,000 people at the height of the Vietnam
War in the sixties and still draws huge crowds at festivals and concert
halls. But on Tuesday, folk megastar Julie Felix will be swapping
the big stage for a tiny room in a Plymouth pub.
Ludlow
Assembly Rooms lit up when Julie Felix took the stage to celebrate
International Women's Day last Saturday night (March 9, 2002)
SIXTIES
ICON: Julie performing in 1965
It is not too surprising, because Julie, now aged 63, who shot to
fame in the 1960s, has a persuasive sincerity which makes you sit
up and listen. The singer who was a leading light alongside the protest
singers of the decade is still angry after all these years. And this
time she is directing her energies to the campaign championed by Princess
Diana before her death.
They come from the same generation where to have a cause or a protest
was as necessary as a tied dyed T-shirt or a flower in the hair. Dylan
has long since given
up the protest and journeyed towards his place in social and musical history.
A truly international
personality is that lovely, dark-eyed singer of folk songs Julie Felix.
She was born in Santa Barbara, California, on June 14, 1941 - of a Mexican
father and an American mother of Welsh ancestry. She remembers that her
zeal for folk songs was aroused during her childhood by Burl Ives' LP's
in her mother's collection and by Mexican songs learned from her father.
During her high school days she used to sing at beach parties. This led
to a booking at a Santa Barbara coffee-bar.
Julie
Felix, one of the central figures of the 1960s US folk movement along
with the likes of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez and Tom Paxton, returns to the
Borders next month for what is steadily becoming an annual pilgrimage.
You
would have thought that after 37 years behind the microphone
Julie Felix would have run out of things to say.
Julie Felix opened the show with a strong rendition of Dylan's The Times They Are A
Changing before introducing Isla St Clair who led the audience through a passionate first set. A natural at storytelling through the
medium of song, Isla reached an emotional peak when she sang a song penned by her mother who had lost two brothers in World War I. Lest We Forget
Dunkirk was obviously written with a degree of love equalled only by that of its singer. Isla St Clair delivered this very personal anti-war message in
a manner not quickly to be forgotten.
When Tanit was small. I
toured and left her at home being cared for by other people. I felt
I had to keep up with things and fulfill myself. So I went on
blindly touring and being away a lot. I remember when I had to say
goodbye to Tanit. she would cry and scream - but I still walked out
that door. In Norway where we lived for about a year, some of her
teachers tried to tell me I should spend more time with her. I said:
"No, she’s fine:’ But what they said struck a chord. Today
not only do feel bad that I wasn't at home to take her hand through
life’s transitions, I also feel a deep loss for what I missed.
Mum has never stopped slinging.
But now she sells her albums at concerts and through catalogues and
she drives herself to her gigs and carries her own sound system.