Maharaja Blues

Previous House of Roots Review: devauden-house-of-roots-2026 Tenuous Miku's Review Bethan Nia’s gig at the House of Roots was beautiful. Yes a harp sounds wonderful and recently we experienced just how much the harp can contribute to the ambience in The Celtic Darbar play, but for a hot festival afternoon, I still had a slight niggling doubt somewhere. Well, Bethan’s performance blew those doubts away. Two harps, a traditional acoustic one and an electronic one connected to a looper pedal, beautiful singing, great stage presence and her lovely persona all made for a terrific show. She had us the audience singing with her and involved all the way whilst she did wonders with the Welsh National Instrument in her hands as gurgling mountain brooks , beautiful Welsh valleys, a farmer’s cows and magical Welsh folklore took centre stage. Maharaja Rich's Addendum The song of the farmer's cows Brothen and Seren involving audience participation in welsh was a stunning success. It is a...

Previous review:  devauden-house-of-roots-reviews-2026 Tom Rugg and the Tenuous Connections To an amazing palette of Polar Bears, retreating icecaps, tarantulas snuggling into grannies beds, crocodiles add a double bass, fab keyboards, cajon and then sprinkle some fantastically engaging vocals and guitar to just possibly perhaps conjure Tom Rugg & the Tenuous Connections. Great music can be great fun indeed. Polar Bear Song on Spotify I want a tarantula on spotify The Tarantula from Tau Ceti It twitched its eight antennas in space, Caught Tom’s guitar through the cosmic haze. “Roots rock detected!” it loudly declared, And warped through wormholes, unprepared. It landed mid riff, mid solo, mid cheer, Polar Bear froze “Climate change is bad enough but what’s that doing here?” The Cajón trembled, the bass went pale, As eight legs scuttled down the sonic trail. It jammed on the keys with a comet’s flair, Each chord an unique, extended complex affair. Crowds fainted and gasped“Is th...

Maharaja blues  Maharaja Blues took to the stage on Saturday on a hot summer’s afternoon.  We were joined by Satinder’s son on the Dhol and he worked up some steam. Last time he joined us was at Rhythms of the World 12 years prior. Looks like we braved the heat well and rocked the show ‘coz we’ve had good feedback from fellow musicians. Thank Anju, Carmen and Harpreet for the photos and video. The cutest bit was that someone went up to Richard and mentioned that it was the first gig he saw with his 4 year old and is therefore memorable. Nice to see some folk wearing our tees. Cant Be Satisfied  🦩 The Pink Flamingo Nonsense Chronicler's Review (Classic Absurdist Edition) On the sun‑scorched plains of Devauden House of Roots, where flamingos wear sunglasses and the air tastes faintly of Bloody Mary with a circular hint of silver, Maharaja Blues materialised on stage like a mirage but with better rhythm. The afternoon was so hot that even the Pink Flamingo Chronicler had to...

Maharaja Miku the Bear strode in, proud as a festival king Wearing a hat of baclava  the finest pastry his milliner could bring. He’d meant balaclava, of course, but the spelling went astray, And syrup dripped regally as he swaggered on his way. His sweat warmed the honeyed crust till flakes began to fly, Summoning bees in battalions from every corner of the sky. They swarmed his bass solo mid‑riff, turning his groove low into panic and shout, Sending the whole great yurt’s audience stampeding wildly out. But Miku wasn’t flaky , no, this bear was fathoms deep, He just left a trail of pastry flakes wherever his fancy chose to sweep. 8 days till  Devauden Festival 2026 Full story index blog-story-category-index

“The Ballad of the Slippery Sea Bass” Oh I’m all at sea with my Sea Bass, the bass bass with a critical mass, it wriggles notes that should be yummy Crew Chorus: But they slip away, all squirmy slummy! He flaps his fins at every bar, slides off key like a tipsy star, and every time I try to catch Crew Chorus: He squirts a chord and lifts the latch! (All together ) Heave away, ye tuneful tide, let the fish strings sing and glide, for every note that bubbles free is a song from the heart of the sea. And when he swims off proud and smelly, burping tunes from his fishy belly, the gulls all groan, the dolphins flee Crew: But the ocean roars, “Play on, lad, he’s free!” By Miku the bad bass bass bard The Ballad of Resonator Rich, Buccaneer Extraordinaire Oh Resonator Rich was a buccaneer bold, with a steel gripped slide and a heart of gold, he struck one chord and the royals fled Crew: ‘’He scared the crown clean off their head!’’ His lyrics cracked like a cannon’s roar, his riffs could rattl...

🦩 The Tee‑Shirt Exchange on a Park Bench at Midnight   Faithfully distorted by the Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo Midnight is the hour when sensible creatures sleep and I, Pink Flamingo, clock in for my shift as Chronicler of Dubious Events. The moon was doing its best impression of a dim streetlamp, and the park bench—paint peeling, slightly lopsided—waited like a witness who’d already seen too much. Two humans approached from opposite directions, illuminated only by the glow of their phones and the occasional moth with ambition. Each carried a folded tee shirt, held with the reverence of monks transporting relics or perhaps just people who didn’t want to drop them in the damp grass. They sat.   Not together, of course. Humans never sit together first. They sat adjacent, which is the prelude to all important negotiations. A fox trotted past, glanced at them, and decided they were up to something too weird even for foxes. Then came the moment. With the solemnity ...

Here’s to Port & Dayo  A Ramble in Rhyme Port and Dayo, now that’s a pair, Stride through Wales without a care. Intrepid walkers, rain or shine, Every hill says, “These two are mine.” From mossy lanes to craggy heights, They roam the land like woodland sprites. Every nook and cranny knows Their laughter drifting as it goes. Forever young, now that’s not a claim, It’s simply how they play their game. Hearts wide open, spirits so free, Powered by love and good company. And when the day’s long trek is through, They tune their souls to something true A riff, a beat, a royal groove The mighty Maharaja Blues. So here’s to Port and Dayo dear, The loveliest couple far and near. May music, mischief, and Welsh skies Keep lighting up their wandering lives. Photo at Great Beech, Pontypool. This is a pillar triangulation station, at a height of 174. It was levelled in 01/06/1969 🌞 Attire: Maharaja Blues tee shirts:  maharajablues.teemill.com Follow their walking adventures on:  P...