As you might have noticed, black is my favourite colour
If you ever see me struggling with my big black bag, don't worry...I've been struggling with it for years and I've got it off to a fine art
I've lived in Birmingham for 32  years...before that I came from a parallel dimension called Stoke on Trent
If you ever meet me socialy, you will quickly realise that I have a thing about Duck Tape
 I use the name "Steve Name" in my e mails because I've got loads of nicknames. Some of them are:- Speedy, Steve from Stoke, Steve Stokes, The Bloke in Black, Wooso-Lo, O-Jee-San, Steve and his Saw.
I've always liked singing ever since I was born (...whether anyone enjoyed listening is another matter)
I bought my saw in 1985 from a Birmingham tool shop. My bow is made from a coat hanger, fishing line, Lego, and of course Duck Tape
Or you can leave me a message here
My two regular folk clubs are The New Crystal Folk Club (Fridays in Blackheath) and The Lighthouse Folk Club (Thursdays in Rowley Regis). Also I go to folk sessions at the Wellington in Birmingham City Centre (1st and 3rd Tuesdays)
I've started using the stage name "Steve Andisaw" because I realised that there are quite a lot of people with the same name as me who I don't want to be confused with (including a boxer and a male model). I'm sure they don't want to be confused with me either.

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"Aaaaaaargh it's him again! What's he got this time?"...Then he pulls out yet another little instrument from his big black bag and sings something totally unexpected.
It's difficult to categorise Steve. A unique performance wrapped up in a hundred rolls of duck tape.
Listen with an open mind and Steve will fill it for you.

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You might see Steve lurking around in some dark corner at a Folk Festival....or if you're really unlucky he might go to your local folk club and do a floor spot

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Just a Teenage Dirtbag
Words to my songs
The Runaway Train

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Me reciting a poem about a metal detector and using a music stand as a visual aid

If you are viewing this on a mobile phone, it looks a lot better on a full sized computer screen!

Odd how I never get booked for garden parties
Daring young man on the Flying Trapeze
Pom
Chic Chic Chicken
Song for New York Musical Saw Festival
Honky Tonk Women
Popeye the Sailor Man
Love Song
Long Time
Corduroy
A gig!
Excuse the pseudo-American accent and the cowboy hat....it was a Country & Western evening!
A gig!
Me wondering whether to sing a song or read a book
A bloke who goes to the Wellington session, Mark Tulley, sent me this cartoon
Bending the saw back on itself to get the lowest note (which on a good day is B)
This instrument was a retirement present from my son (I think he secretly thought it might stop me playing my saw for a while)
Little Red Rooster
Love's Old Sweet Song
Tambourine Song
Lightning Express
Railway Station Song
Water Cycles
Chickens in the Garden
Johnny Be Goode
Barnacle Bill
My latest obsession... the plastic pan flute
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