Here’s what’s in fRoots No. 299, May 2008
- THE EDITOR’S BOX
- Ian Anderson’s comment column.
- fROOTS PLAYLIST
- Recent stuff we like.
- CHARTS & LISTS
- Specialist and general roots music album sales and airplay charts.
- REVIEWS
- Our key section reviewing all the latest CDs and more - loads bite the dust. No punches pulled!
- ROOTING ABOUT
- What’s happening: packed pages of festivals, gigs, tours, radio, CDs and all kinds of roots-related stuff. The most you’ll find anywhere…
- ROOT SALAD
- A cross-section of featurettes: the Daughters Of Albion project, festival favourites 3 Daft Monkeys, fado singer Maria De Fatima, Afro/Latin keyboard mainstay Sara McGuinness, Cameroon’s Muntu Valdo, Sheffield’s Crucible, America’s veteran Peggy Seeger in the Rocket Launcher questionnaire.
- OLD TIME ROOTS REVIVAL
- The Carolina Chocolate Drops are reclaiming the black roots of old time music, with a fresh 21st century spin. Elizabeth Kinder uses the old tea and crumpets ploy to get them talking.
- LISBON CULTURE
- Not everything from Portugal is fado. Jamie Renton finds a whole lot more in Terrakota: it fits like butter.
- JOHNSON SPEEDWAX
- You’d have thought that all the possible fat had been chewed about Robert Johnson by now. But no, there’s more weirdness afoot. Paul Vernon has the theories…
- SCOTSWORLDNESS
- If you’d somehow got the idea that London was the centre for cross-pollinating musicians with a global bent, then readjust your wig. Jan Fairley profiles a couple of Scotland’s crazy mixed up multicultural outfits, Orkestra Del Sol and La Boum!
- DALMATIAN DAYS
- A Serbian village in the south of Croatia is using traditional music to repair its shattered identity. Andrew Cronshaw went there to record the Zegar Zivi album. And goats.
- YOUNG BAILEY
- He’s been at it for fifty years and is still going strong. Chris Nickson reprises the Roy Bailey story.
- BIFF!
- Our exclusive cartoon gets into banjo history.
- CELEBRITY CORNER
- Sir Alex Ferguson reviews Mariza versus the Audience, in Concerto Em Lisboa, as told to Gordon Neill. Maybe.
Plus dozens of pages of essential adverts.



