FRANK BLUEKA         Nederlands
his roots


Born in a northern province of Holland, Frank relocated at age 17 to the centrally located "Hanzestad" of Zwolle. This was a change from what he had known up until that time, for sure. More changes were coming when in the years to follow he immersed himself in the multi-cultural melting pot that is one of the world's most famous and beloved cities: Amsterdam. As one might expect this was quite an eye-opener for a boy from "the country", but he kept his sensibilities. Having enjoyed the experience - yet yearning for a place to settle down that was a bit less hectic - he returned to the East of the country. After playing with various rock/pop formations with succes, he knew it was time to step out on his own and began developing his own style of solo acoustic performance. Not the easiest thing to do, out on a limb in front of the public on your own. It's up to you and no one else is there to catch you if you fall. But he stuck with it and now music lovers everywhere wil be able to enjoy the fruits of his labor as he readies three full-length studio albums.

Frank Blueka's music is best characterized as soulful and  influenced by modern rock, blues and (Irish) folkmusic. His career took a nice turn, when he chose his own music path and signed up with the small BMP recordlabel. Great fact is that on a modest scale, the songs of his albums Acoustic Avenue and Room 88 and the new "Harvest Waits" are downloaded and streamed worldwide. His talent and crafmanship as a singer/songwriter and  his performing skills have drawn the public's attention. His creative videoclips on Youtube get a considerable number of views.

Upcoming is a brand new album (!):

Frank Blueka has a pleasant abrasive voice and the talent to turn classics into his own. The beautiful Waits-Young adaptations and the album "Harvest Waits" have opened new doors for Frank. There was fruitful collaboration with the graphic designer of Bon Iver (New York). There was a contribution to a book about Neil Young by the Belgian writer Herman Verbeke. Invitation to play in England, Germany and  Belgium and it is whispered that the State of new Jersey wants to invite Frank tot come and play in the United States. Because his intresting interpretation of Tom Waits love song "Jersey Girl".

This nicely arranged "Jersey Girl" was the first sign into a new direction with the assistance of producer Raymond van der Vechte. This creative duo speaks about influenced by songwriters as Lady Gaga, Ed Sheeran and even Avicii, but also classic songwriters like Luka Bloom and Jimmy LaFave. Upcoming are songs with a beautiful bluesy structure. Pulsating drums, light beats, relaxed piano and a deep bass. A smooth new sound mixed with the puristic seventies style we know of Frank Blueka.
 

How Frank classifies his music...

When asked to classify his music, Frank replies: ' It is about songs, in all their simplicity. I tend to spend a lot of time working on new arrangements with merely my voice and accoustic guitar as instruments. Means that fence me in at times. On the other hand, they prevent me from loosing myself in the vast array of other possibilities. The use of a  synthizer would have me dreaming away so far that I would have a hard time finding my way back home again. My lyrics take shape under the influence of the universe, dreams and common day-to-day events. Primal emotions such as love, anger, loss and sense of humor are organically woven into it.'

 

Short story...

Judging from his stoney silence, the cab driver is downright furious. You can't really blame the guy: I've just asked him to forsake the antiseptic safety of downtown Zwolle downtown to drive deep into a known hippie-hideout territory on the outskirts... a place where feelings run soul-deep while guitars, bottles of wine, and sometimes funny cigarettes are passed around. We go flying off the road where the highway turns to dirt, just a stone's throw from the IJssel River Bridge. We have arrived at the "Bunker of a New Time"...

The cab screeches to a halt. I reluctantly step out onto the grassy ground. No sooner is my body clear of the car when the driver puts the pedal to the metal, leaving me stranded and alone... they've been expecting me, but it makes me no less nervous. Down the dark tunnel I go, the faint light at the end thankfully getting closer as I make my way toward it. I really hope that there's someone inside this mysterious building... softly the sound of an acoustic guitar beckons... a slight ghostly echo touches the walls.... finally a huge ragdoll opens the door and whispers in my ear ".....feel welcome my friend.......Frank Blueka is playing........."