by Guido Maurizio Doria of Pancake Drawer
We are Veronica and Guido from Rome (Italy); we founded “Pancake Drawer” in 2018. Back in the day, we started as an acoustic duo, playing guitar and ukulele. Along our journey, we evolved our sound by introducing new instruments such as lap steel guitar and synthesizers.
The name “Pancake Drawer” is a quote from our favorite TV show, “Scrubs.” In our live sets, we love to play some covers from that show.
Continue readingby The Pilgrim
The Pilgrim is the artistic name I gave myself as a singer-songwriter and guitar player because I’ve done and studied so many different stuff, lived in many places, traveled and changed my life more than once. I’ve lived many lives in one, in the search for myself, guided by inspiration, challenging myself, learning so much and preserving my essence and sensitivity.
I live for freedom, truth, justice, compassion and altruism. I want to get moved, I want to cultivate special experiences, relationships and feelings, I want to investigate the dark sides of the soul.
Continue readingby Two Moons
We’ve returned after almost three years. With an album that drives us back to the origins, to that EP (“The first moon”) from where everything had started. Italian in its provenance but with an original British twist, “The first Moon” earned us the reputation of champions of a “new New Wave”.
Blurry lights, late-night, pink roses, and a tremendous amount of drama: Enter the world of The Spotlights. My name is Vincent, and I’m here to tell you the story of our first EP called THISWILLMAKEAFUNSTORYONEDAY.
Berkana, a name found by chance on an old Indian stall. It means so many things…, the possibility of creating opportunities and many other things!!
At first, it was all about expanding my limits. Likewise many artists, I had always seen them as a barrier, before understanding, they were my best friend.
Will a football hooligan ruin your day on the River Cam? It’s unlikely today.
At secondary school in Cambridge, I was friends with an extremely strong boy. Let’s call him Alan.
Once, all the boys in our year were involved in a rough version of rugby. You had to get the ball from one side of the playground to the other and could use any means necessary to get the ball off your opponent. Most of us didn’t want to hold onto the ball too long for obvious reasons. But Alan went the whole length of the playground, jaw clenched, taking a torrent of kicks and punches like a badge of honor. He was a warrior who did not register physical pain. For that episode, we all got lined up and told off by the headmaster.
Some time ago, a personal incident at an airport in Italy once again showed me that, as a black man I too often get to feel like the bad boy, even when I have done nothing at all to do so. But from time to time, you get treated as celebrity nevertheless.