Based out of Nashville, Tennessee, Cristina Vane is taking the town by storm with her unique blend of blues and folk. Originally from Europe, she draws from such a great host of influences that it is impossible to compare her music to any one artist. That being said, she draws decisively from country blues, delta blues, and American folk music, creating her own flavor of the blues. Whether on the Venice boardwalk busking by the beach or on a stage in Mississippi, her signature resonator bottleneck playing and powerful vocals are unmistakable and unforgettable.
Before falling in love with the blues, Cristina spent her childhood and adolescence studying classical voice, music theory, piano and flute, ever consumed by music. She has love for many kinds of music, ranging from baroque classical to punk and metal. This theme continues throughout her career today; while she predominantly plays slide guitar, she employs fingerpicking, acoustic, electric guitar techniques, as well as clawhammer banjo playing.
Cristina had been performing in the Southern California area for nearly four years when she embarked on a 5 month tour, summer of 2018. While Cristina spent summers gigging in both New York and London previous to her move to Venice, she had never traveled the United States extensively and found her tour to be a personal and musical success. Her effervescent and edgy personality make for entrancing live performances, which she has honed with hours of practice playing in venues across the country as well as busking for the public on Venice Beach for several years. It is safe to say Cristina lives through music, it saturates her life and is, for her, a necessary vehicle for expression.
Born from the tradition of bringing good stories to music, Brother Billy’s first release “Don’t Fall Asleep on the Tracks” has conjured up spirits of the past with tales of jilted love, pointed historical commentary, and folks having raucous good time.
With the evocative puberty anthem “Red Ribbon” to the cynical retort of “Your Grand Design” he gets right to the sweet, the sad, and the naughty.
His Hopeless Choir is a revolving door of many talented musicians that give a little to help a lot in lifting up the spirit of his oh-so-spirited music.
From the snow-capped mountains of Oklahoma to the pale-painted deserts of Louisiana – from the coal-firing cost of California to the sweeping serenity of New York City – everyone could use the kind of smile that comes from spending a little time with Brother Billy.
Tom Licon’s special connection to his daughter Tomi, began at infancy. He could see in her eyes she was gifted, dynamic and a child with a sharp sense of humor. Tomi represents the third family collaboration and they perform every Saturday and every other Sunday at the coveted corner of Forest Ave and Coast Hwy in Laguna Beach.
At the ripe ol’ age of 14 Tomi has been playing over half her life. Tom is an artist to his core. He schooled her on scales before chords and they’ve fine-tuned original songs like “Peanut Butter and Classical Jam”, “Simple Song” and “Broken String on PCH” as well as covers like “Low Budget” by The Kinks, “The Weight” by The Band and Johnny Horton’s spirited “Battle of New Orleans”. As the soloist, Tomi’s Spanish Requinto guitar strums a higher pitch than a traditional guitar and the small size instrument fits her to a T.
Tom compares their duo to a Mariachi Instrumentation of Classic Rock. Working so closely with your father isn’t always harmonious. Tomi’s main complaint is that her dad often repeats stuff, however his straightforward manner of speaking is always met with a laugh. For Tom, nothing brings more joy than harmonizing with someone that you love.
‘To play or not to play?’
Tis a question oft asked by Spiel.
Whether tis gracious to stomp ones foot in celebration or in protest, the result is quite the same … ball bouncing, titty tickling “Rockin Space Blues” of the finest order.
To be certain … engaging with the men of Spiel ensures an experience that is a sense-ational journey. With Spiel at the helm, you will be transported from a state of seductive spinal massage to an ass puckering power shot of adrenaline then back again. more Spiel»