A man. A guitar. Sometimes with a Flute player. Storytelling. Poetry. Flamenco. Hard. Soft. Dynamic... The dots on the Ying and Yang.


Lewie was raised in London, by an Irish mother and a Jamaican Father.
His father was a Voodoo Priest, who was constantly at war with his son. He eventually threw Lewie out at the young age of 16 after a dispute where Lewie broke his fathers twin doll (Voodoos keep a doll if there twin dies. Lewie's Father had a twin, who died at birth).
Lewie's mother was the more stable character, except that she suffered from OCD. You can hear this 'rub off' in Lewie's music, it creeps up with a certain awkwardness.
Lewie was always involved in creating from an early age. After learning drums from attending his Fathers local gatherings, Lewie's appetite for melody moved him to Guitar, Bass and Singing. His family couldn't afford tuition fees, so he had to teach himself.
He claims that he rarely listens to music, so perhaps this is the reason his music is unique and hard to categorize.
It just sounds like it comes naturally, unforced and 'direct from the self':

"Every now-and-then, everyone feels the desire to hear some music/sounds. When this desire hits me, I pick up my Guitar, and the sounds come... But some people pick up a CD. Everything I write contradicts itself, but not in an obvious way, because most of it sounds obvious!? I love the idea that; at the brink of total understanding, you discover that you could be totally wrong. To me, my music sounds like the dots on the Ying and Yang."

His music is a series of Acoustic Folk stories, with a simply honest vocal, very rhythmic Guitar, theatrical and melodic backing vocals and a basic striped sound. His stories can be insightful, naive and often both simultaneously.
But ultimately it sounds like nothing you've ever heard!


The inventor

Written By: Lewie

so imagine you were back
to 4000bc
its another night in Iraq
as the sun melts into the sea

and the local village
they dance and drink,
but for one exception
his name was Simon i think

now Simon was odd,
crazy a little clever
hes been making inventions
since forever

hes the local hermit
and the local inventor
but the village just laugh
at EVERY SINGLE venture

cause everything hes makes
is big and perplexing
when things should be simple
hes always complexing

but hes got something new
a trick up he sleeve
he says the greatest invention
man has ever conceived

the inventor
he should know theres nothing more perfect

its the biggest thing
that he has ever made
and his humble shed is no place
for greatness to be displayed

so he sets up an exhibition
at the local town hall
and invites every villager
3000 in all

but he has one problem
he has to solve now
how will he move his big invention
to the hall in the town

so he puts his invention
on a flat piece of wood
attached to 4 round things
also made of wood

so you see,

hes quite smart old Simon
not always off his trolley
cause now he can push his invention
on what looks like a trolley!

the inventor
he should know theres nothing more perfect

so one hundred inventors
come from all around
to exhibit there work
at the hall in the town

the rich inventors horses
drag in huge inventions
will nervous Simon for fill
his life long intention

so he pushes his work
into the hall
using the trolley he made
with steering and all

and the sound of the crowd
suddenly stops
all eyes are on Simon
and his props

but no one was laughing
cause they were amazed
by the genius in Simon
and what he had made

but Simon was confused
by the crowds reaction
cause he had not even, pulled the curtain
to reveal his contraption

cause in 4000bc a new word was opened, that shaped us down to this very day
and Simons...

invention was the key
to open the lock
it was the wheel on Simons trolley
that stood the whole room in shock

cause never had such things
been seen before
now Simons wheel would change
the world forevermore

the inventor
he should know theres nothing more perfect than simplicity


On itunes:
This Stone
No woman No Cry
Kiss From A Rose

Set List

Covers include:
No woman No Cry
Kiss From A Rose
Aint No Sunshine