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...about...
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Inspired as a teenager by the poets and
singers of Sydney's folk haunts, and seduced by the sensual guitar vocabulary of
the 20th century, Blue
Mountains singer/songwriter, domestic dare-devil & self
confessed psuedo-virtuoso guitar/voco, Nikki Madden, marries cool acoustic guitar grooves with energy efficient lyrics to create the kind of luminous style that places her among the leading lights of the new acoustic sound.
Nikki's song themes lean towards the primitive
favourites - love lost, love simply mislaid, sudden fabulous
wealth.
Propelled by zippy fingerstyle guitar picking on the
steelstring, her 'grin & bare it' documentary style seems to
have found a warm welcome with audiences already pulling on
their psychic shades in the bright millennial dawn.........
Nikki's conspicuous social justice interests include getting
practical Intuition onto the school curriculum, promoting the natural enviroment and the right to bare arms, and phasing out the
infantile Competition vogue in economics in favour of the more
adventurous and scary Cooperation model.
FURTHER...
For a
songstress whose cultural roots place her squarely among the
brave, pioneering consumers of the late 20th
century Western democracies - part of that courageous and
foolish movement to redefine individual and collective
endeavour as 'market forces' in dollar terms for ease of
accounting, Nikki's willingness to 'put the boot' into some
of the idiotic assumptions of our times
(let's see you put a dollar value on this) is driven more by
personal experience than ideology.
Trying to raise kids on a contemporary
musician's income, Nikki found herself working as a factory
hand, a delivery driver, building worker, sleeper cutter and
cowgirl - in communities where the currency consists of
things like trust or courage, affection or kindness, while
the promised land of plenty, central to so
much of the relentlessly advertised Western dream, often
seems to go hand in hand with an equivalent ethical
poverty - it doesn't take a great deal of
theoretical ideology to sing about the bleeding
obvious.
influences &c
Nikki
celebrated her childhood in the new, generic, post WW2
suburbs of western Sydney. The people were
generally friendly and supportive. Timeless days mucking
around in the bush.
Indigenous Australians were considered something less than
fauna. The Doris Day brand of womanhood appeared to be the
ideal. The future was assured.
Coming from a musical family where singing was commonplace,
Nikki early on considered herself plain lucky to have
confirmation that there were things you could do for fun -
which were not against the Law or God.
With some relief, the Law and God gave way to the discovery
of self-motivation in adolescence - albeit sensually
driven - plunking away on a guitar in the bedroom opened
up dialogues unavailable in everyday English.
With every tune in the 'Hillbilly Songster' safely mastered
(mistressed?), Nikki's attention turned to the wider spectrum
of musical possibility. As much as you wished "they all could
be Californian...." it was patently not so.
Nikki played her first paying gig in 1968, aged 16, at a
church hall in some remote suburb, the entrepreneurial
boy drove the car. The thing happened where the roof lifted
off the room at some point and the audience embarked on some
transport of delight. Nikki thought she played pretty good
that night.
By age 18, in the final year of her suburban high school,
Nikki was gigging 6 nights a week in bars, clubs and theatres
and rallies. She watched her male school mates consider the
options offered them upon their 19th birthyear - conscripted
as a soldier, go to gaol, go bush like a dingo with a price
on your scalp. The boys seemed quiet that year.
With the arrival of children and a landlord, commercial music
reared its stylish head, long enough to get moved to the
yikes basket. When the fun gigs dried up following the
demise of the Whitlam government in the 1970's, Nikki bailed
for the bush on the North Coast of NSW and kept an eye on the
growing children while exploring some delicious musics
with the leisure of low overheads. The bush lifestyle opened
up opportunities to play with lots of different musicians -
blues, bush, indigenous, R&B, eclectic instrumental
ensembles and surf thrash - while continuing to write
occasional pieces of commercial music to help pay for school
shoes(!).
All the time
the children were growing so was Nikki's idiosyncratic
fingerstyle guitar vocabulary - elements of the part-wise
movement of voices she encountered in keyboard arrangements -
inflatable guitar chords to buoy up that good old suspension
of disbelief. Throw in a lifelong love affair with language -
especially the way poetry can resonate between the lines long
after the sense of the words has passed on - Nikki was
consciously and compulsively developing a substantial music
of her own.
She counts as those influences who most inform her own music
(kind of chronologically) - anything on the radio,
Woody Guthrie, the Carter Family, Slim Dusty, Buffy
Sainte-Marie, Son House, Joan Baez, the Incredible String
Band, Bob Dylan, Donovan, the Holy Modal Rounders, the Fuggs,
Joni Mitchell, Bert Jansch, Dave Brubeck, the beat poets,
John Cage, Phoebe Snow, Heitor Villa Lobos, Nina Simone, Dan
Hicks and the Hot Licks, Kid Creole and the Coconuts, the
Mighty Diamonds, Billy Bragg, Midnight Oil, pretty much
anything funky or quirky or adventurous or just plain
true.
Recent live appearances - in support of some great
folk-roots & acoustic artists like Bert Jansch, Tiddas, Kavisha
Mazella, Deborah Conway, Kev Carmody and
Ralph McTell as well as her solo festival and
nightclub performances have seen Nikki's loopy songs,
ultra tasty guitar picking and dreadful jokes finding an easy
rapport with a whole new generation of weirdo individualists
disguised as ordinary folks.
Currently based in the Blue Mountains near Sydney with her
partner of 20 years, empty-nested Nikki has made some time
for recording.
'Next of Skin' is Nikki's first solo studio album. She
really likes it.
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