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Into Television, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, David Bowie…
“My name is Luke and if you like it I probably do too.”
Into Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears, Little Walter, Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames, Talking Heads…
“Euphonious treat junkie.”
Into The Velvet Underground, The Cure, Pixies, Tom Waits…
“I was under the impression that i would never grow old.....FUCKIN' LIARS!!!!”
Into The Animals, The Beach Boys, Tom Waits, Electric Light Orchestra…
“Black like a hockey puck, compose like I'm wolfgang, cook like a french chef, mad cream like Wu-Tang, Just a player, not Lang Lang, Dope, I'm on it, sleep on Talent, Howie Mandel, and raw like Buddy R…”
Into Led Zeppelin, Pete Seeger, The Ramones, Howlin' Wolf…
“Quatrain etched on a turnstile/Just set the loop and then go wild”
Into Marvin Gaye, Gary Numan, Elvis Costello, Led Zeppelin…
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Into Oasis, Jeff Buckley, Neil Young, The White Stripes…
“I like folk, blues, rock and many things in between.”
Into Elvis Costello, Fleetwood Mac, George Harrison, The Beach Boys…
“A present-day minded songwriter, Roy de Smet does not feel comfortable in safety. Hence, he prefers finding himself in a blizzard of intertextual references and exotic recipes, over riding on a midnig…”
Into Wyclef Jean & Zulu, inspired by Nelson Mandela, Bobby Womack, Trio, feat. Gert "Kralle" Krawinkel, Isaac Hayes, arranged by Johnny Allen…
“Hundreds of very talented musicians pass away every year, some without much recognition at all. On "Rest In Peace", I aim to give them a fitting 'send-off', with a decent Tribute. I hope you will join…”
Into T. Rex, David Bowie, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Jimi Hendrix Experience…
“Born in 1954, Glam was my thing, "Ziggy" Bowie my hero. My goal on my REWIND TO THE SEVENTIES Jam is to celebrate 70s music, and maybe inform those who were not around at the time.”
Into The Beatles, Nirvana, Bob Dylan, The Velvet Underground…
“The egg cracked, let out, spill over, sliding into, shaking vision, battered corks, moody shouts despair in all directions, leafing through undergrowth of bounty barred from letters and rhythms, purch…”