Kray Van Kirk

Folk Americana with Celtic roots, aimed at new stories and new myths for the 21st century so that absolutely everyone, of all identities and histories, can know they have a verse in the shouted poetry of dawn. 

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The room was almost empty after Van Kirk’s show at the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh, Scotland. A man with shirt-sleeves rolled up in the August heat walked over to him and stood hesitantly for a moment before thrusting out his hand.

“I use to sing for my wife in the evenings, but she has dementia now and doesn’t remember me. That song about the lost lovers and the dance hall…”

He stopped for a moment before his Scottish reserve reasserted itself.

“I really liked that one.”