New Video: Cold Home & The Family Bones
Gigs
I am no longer playing the Brudenell Social Club in March, but I am playing Strawbs Bar on the 8th of March (for charity), so that’s good. Another announcement will be coming in the next few days which i’m quite happy about, but i’m pretty sure i’m not meant to talk about it till they do…
Until then, keep an eye on the Tour/Shows tab.
Croon.co.uk put me down as No. 14 on their ‘Top 40 of 2011’ list. Very rad.
“Anyone who can pick up a guitar, sing a bit – but hasn’t yet found themselves a backing band (probably because no one wants to play with them) can tag themselves as a ‘singer-songwriter’. As such the genre has been filled with semi-talented nobodies, and the real talent is unable to shine. Grant K Fennell though is able to cut through this mire of mediocrity, and whilst doing so, reminds us what solo acoustic music should be. His simple and haunting melodies are completely stripped back, and work perfectly. Cold Home & The Family Bones drifts and echoes on by, with deep delta blues twangs and dark indie folk globules resulting in an album of beautiful and moreish acoustic brilliance.”
BBC.
Thought I may as well upload a couple tracks the other day.
Turns out ‘Cold Home & The Family Bones’ got played on BBC Leeds this morning. Pretty happy about that. The songs in the music section of this site.
Bad Night
But ultimately great.
Although it was full of nightmares and considerations of sleeping with the lamp on, i woke up with a refill of creative juices.
New song is shaping up very well, possibly the most ‘typically me’ song I’ve written so far. E.g odd timing, brutal lyrics and plenty of wailing… Maybe i should try something a bit more up beat…
NEVER!!!!!
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Can you be so sure
that what you mourn isn’t here?
What you don’t have is near
the shadow you cast on your peers.
Can you remember smiles
in that brain that you bloat?
That is the only antidote
to your wheezing, joyless throat.
Now that I’m used to the pain
from all this time with the sane.
Mother, who am I to blame?
I feel alone in this frame - of mind.
Oh, tell me where do I go to find
A place where everyone’s fine.
The world is lonely
and I’m just a stone
that rolls down away from the rest.
To share a breath, if only.
Now finding mine gone,
there’s no room in this tomb of a chest.





