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KurtWinikka | Acoustic Singer/Songwriter
KurtWinikka
United States of America
Cambridge, Massachusetts
United States of America
Genres
  • Folk
  • Rock
 
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More About KurtWinikka

A returning veteran disappears into a Midwest landscape of night trains, truck stops, and prairie fires. A former baseball star fades into the tattered memories of his dreams. A holy roller faces judgment for a life of hypocrisy. These are the folks who inhabit Kurt's songs. Growing up in the Southwest, raising a family in the Midwest, and finding his bearings as a singer/songwriter in New England, Kurt meticulously crafts engaging narratives informed by the breadth of his American experience, and conveys them with precise guitar work and a dulcet voice.

In his teens, while playing in a terrible (though extremely loud) garage band, his ears were opened to a range of influences from Mahler to Mingus. Ultimately it was writers like Harry Chapin who held sway; writers who could weave an engaging narrative into a simple song and provide a deep connection to our human condition. The influence of writers such as Bill Morrissey, Richard Shindell and Guy Clark can be heard in his songwritin
Fun Stuff about the Artist

Life on the Street

I'm not really much of a busker, but one day I was playing in Harvard Square as part of a local festival. I was on the busiest corner, there were a lot of people walking past and a lot of traffic noise. A woman and her daughter stopped to listen to me play. I didn't have an amplifier and so I'm sure they could hardly hear me. When I finished, the woman gave her daughter $2 to put in my case. I still have those two dollar bills.

Embarrassing Moment

I don't get too embarrassed about things. I've forgotten lyrics - even my own lyrics. But I don't feel too bad about it. I've seen some of my favorite performers do the same. And I once saw Billy Idol stop and restart a song because he couldn't remember the words. Twice. At a huge festival. So I don't think about it much.

My Instrument

My first guitar was from Nogales Mexico. The price was $45 but my dad haggled with the shop owner and got it down to $25. It lasted from 7th grade until my sophomore year in college when I was moving and a bicycle fell on it and punched a hole in the back.