Warm Wednesday II

Todays warm wednesday is for the Danish trio My Bubba & Mi

Maybe it is because of the Northern short winterdays that they compensate that with their warm music. I was asked to play as support act for these ladies but I was too busy to plan this last minute gig. Regrets came after I looked at the site and the many youtube videos of this band. Not only because these are three beautiful girls but mainly because of their fine music in combination with their voices. My bubba & Mi's songs are slow and easy, teasing and pleasing. They call them lullabies from the countryside, with one part sweet talking, one part mumbo jumbo and one part pure wisdom. Bubba (from Iceland) plays the guitar and the banjo, and My (Swedish) has an ancient table harp. Sometimes a contrabass or a mandolin is part of the outfit, as ‘Mi’ represents the changing additional musicians who accompany on tours and recordings. And they sing. Sweetly and simply, songs that stroke you like a banana cream pie and the sound of wood, and remind you of a great grandmother’s perfume. It all started a couple of years ago in Copenhagen, when Bubba happened to move into My’s apartment. They started spending evenings together humming homely hymns, and soon found themselves in Italy making a record; the very lovely ‘How it’s done in Italy’. Since then they have been adventuring about and around playing hundreds of club shows, leaving charming impressions at Iceland Airwaves (IS), Eurosonic (NL), Into The Great Wide Open (NL), The Band Room (UK) and SPOT Festival (DK), to name some famous names. In 2011 My bubba & Mi released single ‘Bob’, EP ‘Wild & You’ and the Japanese special edition of ‘How it’s done in Italy’. They ended the year with a US tour, playing such as Culture Collide Festival in LA & CMJ in NYC. The first half of 2012 has brought glacier melting tours in Denmark and Iceland. My bubba & Mi are currently residing in the jungle, where they are composing a new album. Here's a fine video for the warm wednesday shot downunder in a Eucalyptus forest where you can hear the crickets and the dry crackling leaves under their feet.