"unique fusion of classical, flamenco, & jazz
on guitar, banjo, and ukulele"
Andre introduces StringStories in this video, a journey into Andre's unique fusion signature style, blending classical flamenco, jazz music on guitar, banjo and ukulele.
Beginning in the Fall of 2014, Andre will be touring in concert halls with StringStories in the Northwest and the West Coast. The first concert will be at the Snowy Owl Theater in Leavenworth WA, on October 24th, 2014 presented by Icicle Creek Music Center.
We are just starting to put together a new YouTube channel featuring a large collection of Andre Feriante videos. Come see
Andre Feriante
And The Bohemian Entourage
This latest incarnation of Andre Feriante offers a very unique and compelling sound to the concert stage. You will hear original Spanish influenced music combined with opera, Bach, Leonard Cohen, jazz standards, east Indian rhythms played with Feriante's creative banjo and ukulele techniques, fiery South American songs, early music and improvisations on the Beatles. Improvisation, humor and storytelling are a big part of the concept of the Entourage.
Video Preview of the Bohemian Entourage
Beatles Masquerade
New Album - Available Now
Andre Feriante explores heartfelt improvisations on the Beatles. Read More
I dance the world
on spinning mountain peaks
of sleep
invisible partners glide
to and from my arms falling out
into spacious ballrooms of rose
My sorrow is a cup of blue honey
and I sip the swirls of desire
laughing strong in dance
because I know nothing
Every place I spin
there forms a memory of me
billows of light engulf me
and I am driven by the music
of vibrant abandon
I dance where silence
has not yet formed
beneath the virgin coils of longing
where the wings of angels
are waiting still to move
I dance in the eyes of the dead...
Untitled
I almost put 'I love you'
in words last night
but I held my tongue
and kept it in my eyes
Portrait
I will paint for you
a large guitar with thick black lines
I will fill it with
the fading cities of yesterday
Rome Barcelona Santa Cruz
with the ancient streets
I frequent in my sleep
I will paint the neck
as delicate
as the back of a woman
Along the strings
I will spin invisible strands of joy
and long filaments of moonlight
I will paint myself
as the arms of a tree
slowly embracing the guitar
in gradual surrender
to the heavy beauty of stars
My face will be painted
in the eyes of clouds
drifting yet paralyzed in stillness...
