REVIEWS
Millai muute 2011
Music For The Soul at The Guildhall, Worcester
April 2011
An invite to Worcester’s historic Guildhall on March 18th allowed me to witness the birth of the imaginatively entitled Gilded Fridays – Music For The Soul. I had no idea of the treat that was in store for us, for little did I know that the evening would prove to be such a remarkable occasion. I was already familiar with the name Julie Felix: wasn’t this the great lady of folk from the 1960s who stole the hearts of many a man, young and old, with her regular performances on The Frost Report? Didn’t she go on to present her own BBC Saturday night series called Once More With Felix? Didn’t she have some hit records and, oh, didn’t she sing a song about going to the zoo, zoo, zoo? Of course she did, as well as being considered something of a political activist, and rightly so! Tonight, being in both great surroundings and great company (with the less-familiar-to-me Deborah Hodgson and the Lord Mayor, no less), she rolled back the years, and in doing so highlighted the current issues that our precious planet is having to face.
It was the Lord Mayor of Worcester, Mr Mike Layland, who greeted this enthusiastic audience from the stage of the handsome gallery of this impressive building, which dates back to the 1700s. As Deborah Hodgson was introduced it was clear to see that she, in her own right, had fans in the audience who were no strangers to her name. Her versatility knew no bounds; her repertoire was extensive, from poems set to music to playing first class guitar: she has even put pen to paper to write some of her very own songs producing nothing less than a stylish sound with a hint of the Celtic running right through it. The Bette Midler hit The Rose was sung to perfection as well as other lesser known numbers, and she made no secret of the fact that one of her biggest influences was the late, great Eva Cassidy – later proven by her rendition of Autumn Leaves. In recent times Deborah is proud to be working alongside Ms Cassidy’s brother Dan on various projects, and I for one wish them nothing but the best of luck.
Without a doubt, Julie sang passionately from the bottom of her heart, and with the political troubles that we are facing today never far from the moment, she opened her set with a self-penned number entitled Soldier From The Sixties, swiftly followed by John Lennon’s masterpiece Imagine. In between her songs she spoke with great concern for the situations occurring in the Middle East, Bahrain and of course Afghanistan. She also spoke with sorrow for the folk in Japan coping with the aftermath of the recent tsunami, and not forgetting the disaster in New Zealand. There was also a song called Women, sung in recognition of International Women’s Day that was celebrated on March 8th, and at least a couple of audience participation songs that almost rocked the venue. After numerous encores Julie completed her set with the golden classic protest song Blowin’ In The Wind, putting in a performance that its composer Bob Dylan would surely have been proud of.

With Deborah Hodgson and Zeena Lemon. Photo Trevor Tapscott.
This once a month event, in conjunction with Malvern Theatres, is bound for a grand outcome. Both Deborah and Events Director Zeena Lemon have worked tirelessly for success, and with an array of talent in the pipeline, it can’t fail, so be advised and keep an eye on their forthcoming attractions.
Trevor Tapscott



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.