As you drive about 13 miles north of Durban, the largest city in the province of Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa, you pass a lush fertile belt where the rich green shades of the sugar cane meet the turquoise of the Indian Ocean. This is where on the 26th November 1983, guitarist and composer Guy Buttery was born and raised in a small coastal town along the North Coast. This is a place of enchantment, freedom, promise and where the creative spirit takes charge.
Besides being introduced to music at an early age through his mother who plays the piano and his older brothers who played guitar, the muse naturally took hold of Guy when he was ten. It wasn’t out of peer pressure, but out of the necessity to liberate the creative whirlwind which was ever prevalent during those early years. Just think about it. As rich as the soil for his feet to stand on, you had local Zulu tribesmen, playing their brand of music known as Maskanda on finger-picked oil drum guitars. They are South Africa’s blues men, or wandering storytellers, which hollered their song into a young Buttery’s heart. Across the valley, the sounds of tabla and sitar could be heard from one of the many Indian Hindu temples bringing a diversity of colour, spirit and enlightenment into such an enquiring mind.
Guy's debut album, When I Grow Up... was nominated
for 'Best Instrumental Album of the Year' and 'Best
Newcomer for 2002' at the South African Music Awards
as well as being the youngest nominee in the history of
the event. In 2003, the South African Rock Digest
nominated “When I Grow Up... as one of the top albums
of the year. Guy’s 2nd release, “Songs from the Cane
Fields” was also nominated for ‘Best Instrumental Album’
in 2006 at the South African Music Awards.
“… his music has a subtle grace and power all of its own.
Though his technical prowess is also bewildering, Buttery
immerses himself entirely into the soul of his guitar,
coaxing sonic shapes and forms of such startling
originality from it that his instrument acts as a kind of
lightning conductor for the sound of another realm.”
- The Mail & Guardian
There's a great mind inside the string player