The New Zealand Guild of Storytellers

I have known Keith Levy in a number of different guises. Advertising Artist, Graphic Designer and Creative Director. Then he became an exhibiting and successful Fine Artist before morphing into an Ocean Going Yachtsman and for the last seventeen or so years, an itinerant living a simple off grid life, a freedom loving gypsy traveler and Housebus Dweller.

Keith’s lifestyle and his variety of talents have always been interesting. He’s a larger than life character, extroverted and entertaining. Those who, like me, remember him from earlier days, shouldn’t be surprised at his bourgeoning career as a Storyteller. Interestingly though and despite his earlier commercial advertising career, he has embarked on a search for truths and has seemingly found a social conscience.

His rhyming stories are extremely clever. His observations human and touching, and his stories wonderfully relevant in a world we sometimes find a little difficult to understand. Keith’s best stories are when he tells you about life, love, growing old, human relationships and personal freedoms. When he tells these stories he reaches you in a compelling way. He also delves into populist global issues like the arms race and the refugee crisis. (‘He’s My Brother’ and ‘Not In My Backyard’) But he’s at his best when his stories are personal and local.

At all times you have to admire his rhyming, his use of language and his commitment to social issues.

Where has the glib advertising man gone?

This was an enjoyable and challenging night at Wellington’s iconic Breaker Bay Community Hall. Keith’s background guitar playing unobtrusively emphasised his words.

I cannot conclude this brief revue without complimenting Keith on his choice of the evening’s musical partners. The ‘Kugels’ played ethnically relevant, wonderfully energetic and instrumentally superb music.

Terry Christie. Wellington.

 


 



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