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Wouter le Duc

Lucky Fonz III

Lucky Fonz III
buried his harmonica in Scotland

In 2002 I studied at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland. It was a formative year for me; the preceding three years I had actually done nothing at all – I spent the days in my room listening to Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan. I was a very lethargic, mildly depressed student. In Scotland I changed overnight: I was introduced to the depths of literature which sparked a passion for text, and became a member of the folk song society, a study association for folk music. I was inundated with inspiration and desire, was immersed in the world of folk, and bought a guitar and this harmonica for the first time. I have long been insecure about my guitar skills – I still cannot consider myself a guitarist – but the harmonica… This may sound arrogant, but I was able to play it right away. I thought: there are just ten holes, you can either blow or suck the instrument, so you have to make do with twenty options only. It also makes a difference that a harmonica is always in one key, so essentially it is not possible to produce false notes. I bought the harmonica in the afternoon, and in the evening, I was already playing it in a folk pub. It is such an expressive instrument – so closely connected to your breath. To me it felt like an entrance into the folk world, a way to play together, as you can always bring a harmonica with you.

By the end of that year I was a different person: I was convinced I had to become a singer-songwriter. I am sensitive to symbolic actions, beautiful rituals… I could not just discard that harmonica – it had worn out by now – nor give it away, that would be gross. So, in August 2003 I thought: I will simply bury it in the garden of my student dorm. I will leave it there forever, and only allow myself to dig it up when I have become a star in music.

Ten years later, in 2013, I went back to Scotland with my girlfriend Linde with an E. We passed my old house, and I thought of the harmonica. She said: “You could dig up that thing now, right?” So that is what I did – I remembered exactly where to find it. I now keep it in my studio as a relic. When I look at it, I reminisce about my time in Scotland, where I laid the foundations for what I still do today. The artistic ideals of the folk scene are still my personal ideals too: it is about community, amateur music, approachability, and accessibility. My harmonica is a great reminder.

Lucky Fonz III

This is a translation of a text originally published by VPRO 3voor12 / Timo Pisart. The original article can be found here.