Who is who

Andreas Raffetseder

”Smetana‘s Moldau”, Jonny Cash's Live at Saint Quentin and Arik Brauer, that was the accompanying music of our childhood, heard on an average weekend in the living room of our parents' house. Music was played with accordions, acoustic guitars and harmonica with a rack around the neck. A solid musical foundation.

Listening to a Beatles album for the first time when I was 13, and shortly thereafter in London during a visit to a musical on Shaftesbury Avenue, watching the guitarist with his Fender guitar in a seat overlooking the theater pit, triggered a feeling that has never been lost on me.

We learned to understand the music by "listening" to the chords on the record player - resetting the needle again and again. This way we developed an intuitive sense of vocal harmonies.

It was always important for us to work with our own songs. Many concerts, successes and failures later, it is still this search for the perfect song that drives us. Music as an eternal mystery.

Christian Wildfellner

A long way from the recorder in kindergarten, to the accordion in elementary school, the cheap autodidact Landola guitar at 10 followed by a Ibanez Artist with improper frets until today. A long search. The search for the song pearls. A la Dylan: songwriting is like fishing in a stream. Sometimes a big fish swims by. I tried to sit down upstream from Dylan.

Christoph Raffetseder

When my brother and I were children, our father used, whenever he could, to bring us out of sleep into the bright light of day with songs to which he played his dark brown guitar covered with scuffs and scribbles. I could also say he woke us up, but it was more than that. We wanted to hear the songs over and over again. He played them over and over again. And as he played, a world opened up to us. And here it was, pop music…