Singer-Songwriter Peter Mulvey With SONiA of disappear fear
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The stirring works of Brahms, Barber and more are spotlighted in the latest concert from the acclaimed Portland Youth Philharmonic, now celebrating its 90th season. A pair of solo competition winners are also featured, with double bassist Nicholas Arredondo taking the lead on Bottesini's Concerto No. 2 and violinist Byron Fulop Laing showing his talents on Lalo's Symphonie Espagnole. This awesome afternoon of music gets off to a rousing start with Brahms' Academic Festival Overture and closes with Samuel Barber's Symphony No. 1. Learn More
Peter Mulvey is a walking secret handshake. He has been the street-singing kid in Dublin, the man fronting the storming electric band, the conspiratorial spoken-word craftsman, the Tin Pan Alley delver, an instigator in the occasional Redbird collective, and all through it he has remained the traveler out on the road, bringing his music to audiences from Fairbanks to Bilbao, Santa Monica to Montreal, in clubs, theaters, coffeeshops, the Kennedy Center, and old barns.
Mulvey continues to travel, ears open and wide awake, through the unlimited territory of music. Honing his musicianship, his phrasing, his ability to inhabit a song, he has come into his own, with a sound full of grit and warmth, at the same time startling and familiar.
His latest record, The Good Stuff (Signature Sounds 2012) is a dazzling tour de force through American song: a standards record — if the definition of “standard” was left in Mulvey’s hands. In his universe, Duke Ellington and Thelonious Monk are presumed colleagues of Tom Waits and Jolie Holland. Bill Frisell and Willie Nelson are obviously in the same wheelhouse. Bobby Charles is still alive and having coffee with a bemused Leonard Cohen somewhere in the Ninth Ward.