David Reed & Tamboura Productions



"Acoustic Guitar" Magazine Portrays David Reed


In a moment of ebullient enthusiasm (or maybe lapsed judgement?) the editors of the internationally acclaimed guitar-centric magazine Acoustic Guitar have agreed that they will publish an insightful portrait into the music and instruments of itinerent musician and practitioner of 6-string ju-ju, David Reed (aka to readers of this column as "Daktah Easy").

Acoustic Guitar's features editor Shawn Hammond recently announced to his stunned editorial board . . .


Bulgarian Rap-sody


As the British Airways jet prepared to land on TrioTamboura’s first tour of Bulgaria, I glanced out the window at the rapidly approaching waterlogged landscape surrounding the airport. I, like many Americans, knew little about this mysterious eastern European country. But I was pretty sure it wasn’t known for its rice paddies. Maybe the little Sofia airport was conceived from reclaimed swampland?

We were relieved and pleased to be on the ground after our 14 hour flight from Newark. That was, until Miss Mary and I learned that somewhere between Newark, London and Sofia my 'Steve Sauve' acoustic guitar and Mary's steel drum had disappeared. Anxiety became epidemic amongst us as we imagined some eastern bloc black market con artist trying to fence our Trinidadian steel drum and custom-made guitar to itinerant gypsy musicians in some Romanian hinterland. But despite our severe language deficit (we could neither read nor understand the Cyrillic alphabet or Bulgarian tongue) and mounting panic, we managed to gesture and mime our way . . .


Shakers Discovered in South Berkshire County



Once thought to be long extinct, Shakers have been recently found in the town of Sheffield, MA.   Probably best known for failing to procreate, thus explaining their diminishing demise, the Shakers were also known to have inspired innovative thinking that led to such marvelous inventions as the clothespin, packaged seeds and sugar cookies. They would also gather together to chant in mumbo-jumbo and shake 'n quake with ecstatic dancing to ward off the evil jumbies.

Last week while bumping around the town of Sheffield, Sir Harry Chestwig, grandfather of local land-pirate Seymour Chestwig, came across a shop the likes of which he'd never before seen


Sam & the Sand Hills


For Tamboura/TuTu Much drummer Sammy Miami, the day started out much like any other in his woodsy Berkshire cottage. He'd arisen from his lair around the crack of noon, made and consumed copious quantities of flapjacks and had settled his lanky, six foot four frame into his favorite over-worn, overstuffed comfy chair to review the growing "to do" lists which had spilled out from under the complimentary Cumberland Farms magnets which were trying their darndest to stick to the refrigerator door.

"I really must begin somewhere", thought the Samster as he began to prioritize his lists and plan the day. He could plainly see that there was much to be done before he had to join Dakta Easy that evening for a TuTu Much gig at The Lion's Den. He had just taken a freshly sharpened pencil to whittle away at his list when suddenly a disturbingly loud and alarming noise broke his reverie . . .


Bulgaria or Bust


I've been trying to call Bulgaria. I have it from reliable sources that Bulgaria wants me to play for their national jazz festival. This in itself is amazing as Dr. Easy does not play Bulgarian jazz, or any jazz for that matter. But. . .

It seems that during Tamboura's European stint at the reknown Blues to Bop Festival in Lugano, Switzerland, in 2004, a certain Mssr. Antonyankimolov, Bulgarian minister of cul-cha, heard Tamboura's folkrock'n reggae vibe and went uncharacteristically Bul-ga-ga-garian.