The Bird Yellow is guitar, voice, words and silence. These are the elements with which this young man from Barcelona plays with nostalgia for other eras and other worlds. It is the solo musical project of singer-songwriter Gerard Vidal Barrena. He was born in Barcelona in 1995 and started playing the electric guitar at the age of 11, later he became interested in acoustic guitar, composition, lyrics and voice, and at 16 he began to write his own songs that they drink from Anglo-Saxon indie-folk.

His lyrics are personal, intimate; his melodies, slow; his deep and broken voice; with the aim of bringing the audience to his private sphere, his thoughts. In the songs he explains both real and autobiographical stories, as fictions and feelings.

In 2014, before creating the figure of The Bird Yellow, he joined the band Cassandra’s Sons & The Bastard’s Band and, playing the bass, the banjo and the guitar, recorded a self-titled EP released in June of the same year.

Some time later, at the end of 2015, he participated as a guitarist and singer in the LeJournal band. The four members of the band make a trip across Europe playing through the streets and investing all the money earned on the trip itself, a fact that inspires them to record their self-produce first album, Lake.

Despite being part of other musical bands, Gerard Vidal Barrena always continues working in parallel in his own solo career, and after recording some demo in his home studio. At the beginning of 2016, he released his first album: The Bird Yellow EP. This is formed by five self-produced songs, together with Marc Salvador, which includes the youngest experiences of the singer-songwriter. Passing the nights inside in the studio and with the collaboration of musicians with whom he had already played, he recorded the five songs that make up the EP: You Gave Me Your Heart; Roses In The Sand; Home, Bitter Home; Bring Some Wine; Hanging Pictures.

Self-editing this first album, The Bird Yellow begins to perform in Barcelona venues such as the Mutual Art Center, Club Cronopios, The Col·leccionista, Cara-B, La Felpa, Casal de Sarrià, El Pumarejo, Silken Hotel by the BCN Music Lobbiers, Casa Orlandai for the “unmissable” on Fridays, among others.

Little Kids is the title of the debut album of The Bird Yellow, eleven songs that capture the vital moment of this young artist: the interval between childhood and adulthood, a moment that is summarized in a verse of the song that gives title to album: “its too soon to be together and it’s too soon to be left on our own”.

The Bird Yellow tells us, with these songs, that we all still have that little boy inside, a little kid, and transmits to us the idea that, deep down, however much we try to change, we keep doing things wrong because we are unable to learn. The Bird Yellow explains it from his personal point of view, through his own experiences. He does not pretend to talk about anyone, he only puts words to all that is often so difficult to articulate.

Despite the fact that childhood is left behind, what this entails – and that is not only the immaturity of age but also all the imaginary of young children – is very present in the songs of this album, such as Sophie & Her Cold Served Dish or Little Kids, where it is spoken of the figure of the parents, heroes like Hercules, of infantile stories like the three pigs or of stories like the one of the whale Moby Dick.

At the same time, The Bird Yellow knows that the time has come to make decisions and take responsibility, with the vertigo that this entails. It is the moment to experiment and it does so with alcohol as with language; to discover love and friendship; to grow up and be free, but also to feel alone and helpless.

Little Kids, therefore, is not only a debut album but should also be understood as the initiatory album of a young artist towards existential maturity. The Bird Yellow seeks a new refuge conscious that with the previous one, that of innocence, can no longer count.

A new stage begins and, therefore, it is time to take flight. With ‘Little Kids’, The Bird Yellow unfolds its wings and moves us to its own universe, a kind of “limbo” that shows us a patina of melancholy and technicolor.