Annie Dinerman

Annie Dinerman

 
New York, New York, USA
SoloR&BSoul

SONGWRITERS HALL OF FAME ABE OLMAN AWARD WINNER. Singer-Songwriter, Soul and Old School R&B. SOUNDS LIKE: young Carole King. FUNNY, FRANK AND DEFINITELY FEMALE: HEAR THE "GARBAGE PERCUSSION" on Annie's song, "One Planet At A Time," in this epk. ANNIE'S INFLUENCED BY: Naomi Shelton, Sam Cooke, Paul Simon.

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Biography

NEW DEMO! Now you can listen to the demo of Annie DInerman's new song, "Last Night's Mascara," produced by Annie at Peter Karl Studios in Brooklyn, New York. Personnel includes singer Aisha Curtiss, plus members of Naomi Shelton's great soul band: Cliff Driver on Steinway Grand and Hammond; Gabriel Caplan on Guitar and Bass; and Shavon Bridges on Drums.

ANNIE DINERMAN is an award-winning songwriter who's funny, frank and definitely female. Dinerman is a storytelling songwriter with a growing passion for Soul and Old School R&B. She won the 2006 Abe Olman Award from Songwriters Hall of Fame, and a grant from the Anna Sosenko Trust.

Maverick Magazine (UK) says she "sings her heart out like a woman on some kind of mission - 4-1/2 of 5 stars". Sing Out! Magazine says she sounds like Carole King's sister, but a bit warmer, and armed with a guitar instead of a piano. And like King, she's got great songwriting chops. Dinerman's trademark lyric style is warm, witty and womanly. Currently, she's inspired by Soul music, the genre in which "no one is too old, or too short, or too white. It doesn't matter; everyone's got a soul and if you can write from your soul, I've found people will welcome you."

Our Environment: Annie is sometimes joined onstage by gifted percussionist Rex Benincasa, who plays a variety of World Music percussion instruments, and sometimes, recycled "garbage" percussion--a fun way to promote recycling and repurposing.

Collaborations: "My Goodness!", written with Arlon Bennett, was recorded by Ali Hoffman for Wing Court Records (2011). Dinerman and Adam Levy (writer of Norah Jones's "In The Morning"), co-wrote a new Christmas duet called "No Time Like The Present." Dinerman co-wrote the title track of her CD, "Broken Cookies," with Grammy-nominated producer Steve Addabbo.


Annie's CD, "BROKEN COOKIES" (2009) produced by Grammy-nominated producer Steve Addabbo ("LUKA" w/Suzanne Vega), displays Annie's wit, tenderness and courage toward challenges facing many of us are facing right now: Love vs. Frugality in the Recession, the loss of friends to AIDS and 9/11, and protecting our Environment. The 12 songs, heard in this epk, include a collaboration with Addabbo. Through DIY promotion, Annie Dinerman's "BROKEN COOKIES" CD has been heard on 35 radio stations worldwide, including stations across the U.S. and XM Satellite Radio, plus Israel, Ireland, England, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Sweden, Germany and the Netherlands.


From the start, Annie's concerts as a college student in northeast Ohio, were for standing room audiences. The only native Ohioan in a family of transplanted New Yorkers, she heard the artists call and moved to New York to focus on songwriting.


There are over 30 covers of Annie Dinermans songs, including Child In Me Again, recorded by Kathie Gifford on her Born For You CD (2000). Gifford's CD hit three Billboard charts: #1 on Heatseekers, #6 on Top Contemporary Christian, and #139 on Top 200.


Affiliations: ASCAP, NARAS (voting member), SHOF, NERFA, OCFF, Roots Music Association, Madison Who's Who (Lifetime Member)


MILESTONES:


2011: Music2Life at Dartmouth College; Feinstein's at Loew's Regency


2010: BROKEN COOKIES CD played on over 35 radio stations across the U.S. including XM Satellite Radio, and in Israel, England, New Zealand, Australia, Italy, Belgium and The Netherlands. Li'l Mo's Field of Stars at Banjo Jim's, NYC.


2009: HUDSON CAT Songwriter Fest; Released second CD, "BROKEN COOKIES" produced by Steve Addabbo (Suzanne Vega, Shawn Colvin, Dar Williams); Cape May Singer Songwriter Festival Showcase (Cape May, NJ) + compilation CD; Dance Flurry Festival (Saratoga, NY)


2008: Opened for The Refugees, Hurdy Gurdy Folk Concert Series (Fair Lawn, NJ); three shows at The Bitter End (NYC); SRO at The American Folk Art Museum (NYC); Queens International Film Festival; Cape May Singer Songwriter Festival Showcase (Cape May, NJ); Caffe Lena Debut and Dance Flurry Festival (Saratoga, NY)


2007: NERFA DJ Invitational Showcase (Northeast Regional Folk Alliance Conference); Anna Sosenko Grant for recording expenses on "BROKEN COOKIES" CD (Producer, Steve Addabbo); Millennium Music Conference industry showcase + compilation CD; Susquehanna Music Festival Songwriting Contest finalist; WomensRadio.com poll 3rd Place, Folk


2006: Songwriters Hall of Fame - Abe Olman Award for Excellence in Songwriting; Music To Life Songwriting Contest finalist (Kerrville Folk Festival) + compilation CD


Lyrics

One Planet At A Time

Written By: Annie Dinerman

2006 Finalist - Music2Life Songwriting Contest, Kerrville Folk Festival, Kerrville, Texas (a project of Noel "Paul" Stookey of Peter, Paul and Mary).

I DON'T THINK OF SPACE AS MT. EVEREST.
I DON'T THINK OF SPACE AS THE WILD WEST.
I DON'T THINK OF SPACE A LOT.
ME, I WORK WITH WHAT I'VE GOT.
THIS BEAUTIFUL, MESSED-UP WORLD IS OURS.
SO WHY DO THEY SPEND MY TAXES ON MARS?

ONE PLANET AT A TIME!
CAN’T WE FIX THINGS UP
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
CAN’T WE MIX THINGS UP
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
LET’S START SMALL.
LET'S HANDLE THIS ONE
BEFORE WE TRY TO RUN ‘EM ALL.

NO JUNGLE, NO EAGLE, NO GRAZING DEER.
MARS ISN'T FAMOUS FOR ATMOSPHERE.
WOULD WE CHOKE OR DIE OF THIRST
IF SOMEONE ELSE GOT THERE FIRST?
HEY, I COULD BREATHE EASY, FOR WHAT THAT’S WORTH…
ASSUMING IT'S SAFE TO BREATHE HERE ON EARTH

ONE PLANET AT A TIME!
CAN’T WE USE THINGS UP
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
CAN’T WE SCREW THINGS UP
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
LET’S START SMALL.
LET’S CLEAN UP THIS ONE
BEFORE WE TRY TO RUN ‘EM ALL.

(BRIDGE)
THE WORLD IS TURNING (TURNING)
BUT WE DON’T FEEL IT.
THE WORLD IS TURNING (TURNING)
BUT WE DON’T FEEL IT.
SOME HAVE A LOT BUT MOST HAVE NOT.
ONE WORLD, WE LIVE IN ONE WORLD.

ONE PLANET AT A TIME.
CAN’T WE ALL LIVE ON
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
CAN’T WE ALL LIVE ON
ONE PLANET AT A TIME?
LET’S START SMALL.
HOW ABOUT PEACE ON EARTH,
BEFORE WE TRY TO RUN ‘EM ALL?

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A King And A Hero

Written By: Annie Dinerman

I WAS USING MAMA'S ROLLING PIN
WHEN I HAD THE THOUGHT
THAT THE WHEEL WAS NOT
INVENTED BY A MAN.
CAN’T YOU LAUGH ABOUT THAT KIND OF THING?
HAVE SOME APPLE PIE.
WHY’D YOU ASK ME WHY.
IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM.

(CHORUS)
HONEY, DON’T BE SO GRAND.
LISTEN, HERE’S WHERE I STAND:
I CAN SING. I CAN BAKE GOOD PIES.
BUT I CAN’T FIND LOVE.
IF YOU BRING ME LOVE,
YOU'LL BE A KING AND A HERO IN MY EYES.

WAS IT ONLY SEVEN WEEKS AGO
YOU STOLE A KISS FROM ME?
AND I THOUGHT, "STAY FREE.
I'M HAPPY ON MY OWN."
THEN I LET YOU THROUGH MY KITCHEN DOOR
FOR HOMEMADE APPLE PIE,
OH. YOU SAW THAT I
WAS HUNGRY FOR A HOME?

HONEY, DON’T BE SO GRAND.
LISTEN, HERE’S WHERE I STAND:
I CAN SING. I CAN BAKE GOOD PIES.
BUT I CAN’T FIND HOME.
IF YOU SHOW ME HOME,
YOU'LL BE A KING AND A HERO IN MY EYES.

COULD YOU LOVE ME AS I AM:
PROUD AND PLAIN-SPOKEN?
OR IS MY HEART LIKE PIECRUST--
MADE TO BE BROKEN?
AND IT HURTS TO ASK
BUT I NEED TO KNOW.

HONEY, DON’T BE SO GRAND.
LISTEN, HERE’S WHERE I STAND:
I CAN SING. I CAN BAKE GOOD PIES.
BUT I CAN’T FIND LOVE.
IF YOU BRING ME LOVE,
YOU'LL BE A KING AND A HERO IN MY EYES.

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all rights reserved

In The Dark (And Silent Hours)

Written By: Annie Dinerman

IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS,
LONELINESS CUDDLES CLOSE TO ME.
I CAN’T SLEEP.
SUDDENLY, I HEAR MY NEIGHBOR.

HE’S GOT GREY HAIR. HE’S GOT WRINKLES.
HE’S GOT A PENSION. HE’S GOT A LOVER.
HIS MATTRESS IS A ROCK BAND.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OH-WOH

I DON’T LIKE TO CRY ALONE.
HELL, I GUESS THEY HEARD ME THROUGH THE WALL.
TEARS ARE WARM.
WHY’D I HAVE TO HEAR MY NEIGHBOR?

HE’S GOT HIS MOJO, MOJO WORKING.
MAYBE I’LL ASK HOW HE FOUND A LOVER.
HIS MATTRESS IS AN ACCORDION.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OH-WOH

HERE, IN THE CITY
THAT NEVER SLEEPS,
HE CALLS OUT HER NAME. HE LEAPS.
SOUNDS LIKE HE MADE IT.

IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS,
THERE IS JUST ONE SINGLE REASON WHY
I CAN’T SLEEP--
GOT TO FIND MYSELF A LOVER.

I’VE GOT SOFT SKIN, HAZEL EYES AND
PERFECT CURLS DOWN TO MY SHOULDERS.
MY MATTRESS IS A LOVESONG,
WAITING AND WAITING AND WAITING TO BE SUNG
WAITING TO BE SUNG, YEAH
IT'S WAITING TO BE SUNG
IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS

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all rights reserved

Talking With Absent Friends

Written By: Annie Dinerman

HEY, WE WERE CRAZY IN THE '90s.
WE LIVED BEYOND OUR MEANS.
YOU AND I STEPPED OVER SLEEPERS
CAMPED OUT IN ALL THE CASH MACHINES.
AND WE PASSED GRIMY FACES
WARPED BY A HURT THAT NEVER MENDS.
PEOPLE WALKING ALL ALONE,
TALKING TO THEMSELVES,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS, YEAH,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS.

I'M LUCKY, HAVING YOU TO CHAT WITH.
I DON’T KNOW JUST WHAT DO TO.
CAN'T WE COPE THE WAY WE USED TO
ALTHOUGH THE CENTURY IS NEW?
WE WON'T SAY “NINE ELEVEN.”
WE’LL SHARE THE NUMBNESS THAT DEFENDS
PEOPLE WALKING ALL ALONE,
TALKING TO A PHONE,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS, YEAH,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS.

YOU WERE SO YOUNG,
SO MANY TALENTS.
YOU REACHED FOR LOVE
BUT LOST YOUR BALANCE.
THERE IS STILL NO CURE,
NO CURE, NO KIDDING.

YEAH, WE WERE CRAZY IN THE '90s.
WE LIVED BEYOND OUR MEANS.
NOW, I'M SAVING FOR RETIREMENT,
AVOIDING THOSE CASH MACHINES.
IF I TELL YOU I MISS YOU,
AM I CRAZY? THAT DEPENDS.
AM I WALKING ALL ALONE,
TALKING TO MYSELF,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS?
YEAH, I’M WALKING ALL ALONE,
TALKING TO MYSELF,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS, YEAH,
TALKING WITH ABSENT FRIENDS, YEAH,
TALKING WITH ABSENT

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My Ex-Boyfriend

Written By: Annie Dinerman

2010 Honorable Mention Billboard Songwriting Contest
2011 Finalist Great American Song Contest

YOU REMIND ME OF MY EX-BOYFRIEND.
I WON’T MENTION THAT HE WAS A SLOB.
YOU’RE MUCH CUTER AND YOU WEAR COOL SHIRTS.
I SHOULD TELL YOU BUT I FEEL SHY.

YOU REMIND ME OF MY EX-BOYFRIEND,
YET YOU ACTUALLY DO LIKE YOUR JOB.
YOU’VE GOT MANNERS AND YOU’RE A THINKER.
WANNA TELL YOU BUT I FEEL SHY.

I DON’T HAVE MANY
FEMININE WILES--
LITTLE TRICKS LITTLE GIRLS
LEARN ON THEIR DADDY’S KNEE.
HE NEVER PAID ATTENTION TO ME.
OOH, BUT YOU DO.

SO WHY’M I THINKIN’ ‘BOUT MY EX-BOYFRIEND?
AM I WORRIED THAT I COULD GET HURT?
TRUSTING MY WOMAN’S INTUITION.
ALL IT TELLS ME IS I FEEL SHY.

I DON’T HAVE ANY
FEMININE WILES--
LITTLE TRICKS LITTLE GIRLS
LEARN ON THEIR DADDY’S KNEE.
HE NEVER SHOWED AFFECTION TO ME.
OOH, BUT YOU DO.

NOW, YOU’RE KISSING MY CHEEK. I’M BLUSHING.
I GET RISKY AND SAY SOMETHING WILD:
“YOU REMIND ME OF MY NEXT BOYFRIEND.”
HEY, LOOK AT YOU SMILE.
YEAH, LOOK AT YOU SMILE.

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all rights reserved

Broken Cookies

Written By: lyrics Annie Dinerman,music Steve Addabbo, music Steve Addabbo

SHE HANDED ME THE MONEY.
“REACH UP, NOW. PAY THE LADY,” MAMA SAID.
WE STOOD BEHIND THE BAKERY
AT THE BACK DOOR WHERE THEY SOLD THE DAY OLD BREAD.

THE LADY HANDED DOWN A BOX
ALL TIED UP WITH RED TWINE.
BACK IN THE CAR, WE BROKE THE STRING.
SUDDENLY, WE SHARED EVERYTHING.

BROKEN COOKIES,
A GLORIOUS BOX OF BROKEN COOKIES.
I WAS FOUR AND SHE WAS THIRTY-FIVE--
THE LUCKIEST LITTLE GIRLS ALIVE.
SKIPPING LUNCH, FEASTING ON
BROKEN COOKIES.

WE LAUGHED AND LICKED OUR FINGERS.
GREEN ICING, POWDERED SUGAR, MARMALADE,
EVERY SPRINKLE, EVERY FROSTING,
EVERY NUT AND FRUIT AND FLAVOR THAT THEY MADE.

NEXT WEEK, SHE WOULDN’T TAKE ME THERE.
SHE SAID, “HONEY, WE’RE NOT POOR.
HERE YOU GO, A NICE, BIG ONE.”
OH, GEE, THAT WASN’T ANY FUN.

BROKEN COOKIES,
A GLORIOUS BOX OF BROKEN COOKIES.
I WAS FOUR AND SHE WAS THIRTY-FIVE,
BUT I KNEW WHAT MADE ME FEEL ALIVE.
AFTER LUNCH, I NEEDED THOSE
BROKEN COOKIES.

NOW, I’M GROWN AND ON MY OWN.
MY JOB’S BEEN DOWNSIZED AND
THE WORK HAS GONE TO INDIA.
BUT IF I HAVE FUN
MAKING BOTH ENDS MEET,
WHEN MY LIFE GETS STICKY
IT CAN STAY SWEET
LIKE A GREAT, BIG BOX OF
BROKEN COOKIES
A GLORIOUS BOX OF
BROKEN COOKIES

Egyptian Cotton

Written By: music and lyrics by Annie Dinerman

MY SHEETS ARE TATTERED.
THAT NEVER MATTERED
UNTIL HE KISSED
MY NECK THAT WAY.
IF I WERE HAVING
A BETTER YEAR,
I’D BUY NEW LINENS
STRAIGHTAWAY.

EGYPTIAN COTTON
IS SMOOTH AS SATIN.
TONIGHT, HE’LL SETTLE
FOR MY SOFT SKIN.
I’LL TURN MY SHEETS DOWN
AND SAY A PRAYER:
DON’T LET HIM SEE THEY’RE
WEARING THIN.

ALL I CAN GIVE IS
JUST ME, MYSELF, THIS
DEFENSELESS HEART.
WHEN WILL LOVE STAY?
IF I HAD NEW SHEETS
AND HE LEFT ME,
I’D HAVE SOME NEW SHEETS
ANYWAY.

EGYPTIAN COTTON
IS SMOOTH AS SATIN.
I BET HE’LL SETTLE
FOR MY SOFT SKIN.
I’LL TURN MY SHEETS DOWN.
HE’S A GOOD MAN.
O, HE WON’T CARE THEY’RE
WEARING THIN.
HE WON’T CARE THEY’RE
WEARING THIN.

No Time Like The Present

Written By: Annie Dinerman and Adam Levy

The sweater I bought you last Christmas
The snowstorm that kept us inside
And when your dog ate the poinsettia
We laughed ’til we cried

Where’s that snowman tie you wore
What are we waiting for
No Time Like The Present
No present like the time with you

Remember us playing with tinsel
Running toy trains on the track
Writing our letters to Santa
He never wrote back

Gone for good, the days of yore
What are we waiting for
No Time Like The Present
No present like the time with you

We ought to do this more often
There’s no greater gift for me
Can’t let these days slip away now
Before long, we’ll be

Sweeping confetti off the floor
What are we waiting for
No Time Like The Present
No present like the time with you

©Adam Levy and Annie Dinerman all rights reserved
Lost Wax Music/UMPG (ASCAP) Bluestocking Music Co. (ASCAP)

My Goodness!

Written By: Annie Dinerman and Arlon Bennett

MY GOODNESS!
COULD YOU BE THE ONE?
SUDDENLY, I SEE YOU’RE
MORE THAN FUN.

(CHORUS)
MY MY MY GOODNESS!
MY MY MY GOODNESS!
LOOKS LIKE WE’VE GOT A CHANCE.

MY SHOULD-NESS
TELLS ME THIS IS RIGHT
WHEN YOU WINK AT ME,
MY SHINING KNIGHT.

MY MY MY GOODNESS!
MY MY MY GOODNESS
YOU READ MY SOUL WITH A GLANCE.

(BRIDGE)
BEFORE YOU, I WAS A BAD GIRL.
ALWAYS OVERLOOKED THE GOOD GUYS.
ON THE LOOKOUT
FOR THE NEXT PAIR OF EYES.
THEN YOU LOOKED BACK.
I SAID, “MY, MY, MY!”

MY SWEETNESS,
I FEEL LIKE SUCH A PRIZE.
NOW, I SEE MY GOODNESS
THROUGH YOUR EYES.

WANT TO GIVE YOU
MY KINDNESS, COZINESS,
MY SOFTNESS, SILLINESS,
MY TOUGHNESS, TENDERNESS,
MY GLADNESS, GIVINGNESS,
MY GOODNESS!
MY GOODNESS!
MY MY MY GOODNESS!

©Arlon Bennett and Annie Dinerman all rights reserved
Mountain Valley Music (BMI)/Bluestocking Music Co. (ASCAP)

Solid

Written By: Annie Dinerman

SAT DOWN TO BREAKFAST.
PUSHED MY PLATE ASIDE.
FELT SO LUCKY,
WOH, I CRIED.
WE COULD KNOW EACH OTHER
A LIFETIME THROUGH.
YOU’D STILL IMPRESS ME.
THERE’S NO END TO YOU.

(CHORUS)
BABY, YOU’RE SOLID, SOLID.
ROCK OF GIBRALTAR.
YOU DON’T JUST TALK--
YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.
YOU’RE A SOLID, SOLID,
QUALITY MAN.
WOH-OH-OH-OH, YOU’RE SO SOLID, BABY.

YOU’RE A BIG COUNTRY
WHERE MY HEART IS FREE,
SAFE INSIDE YOUR
EMBASSY.
WON’T YOU BE MY HOMELAND
A LIFETIME THROUGH?
I’LL NEVER NEED TO
MAKE A MAP OF YOU.

(REPEAT CHORUS)
YOU’RE A SOLID, SOLID,
QUALITY MAN.
WOH-OH-OH-OH, YOU’RE SO SOLID, BABY.

(BRIDGE)
HOW MANY MEN ARE LIKE YOU?
DAMN FEW ARE.
WANT TO SHOW YOU A LOVE AS BIGHEARTED
AS YOU ARE.

(REPEAT CHORUS)
YOU’RE A SOLID, SOLID,
QUALITY MAN.
WOH-OH-OH-OH, YOU’RE SO SOLID, BABY.
YEAH, THAT’S MY BABY.

copyright Annie Dinerman all rights reserved
Bluestocking Music Co. (ASCAP)

Last Night's Mascara

Written By: Annie DInerman

LAST NIGHT, LAST NIGHT
SEEMS LIKE A YEAR AGO.
LAST NIGHT I CRIED
MYSELF TO SLEEP.
BUT NOW, I SEE THINGS
A WHOLE NEW WAY.
GUESS IT PAYS TO LOOK
AFTER YOU LEAP.

(CHORUS)
MIRROR IN THE MORNING
NEVER LIES.
LAST NIGHT’S MASCARA
UNDER MY EYES.
I DON’T LOOK SO CUTE
BUT I FEEL PRETTY WISE.
LAST NIGHT’S MASCARA
UNDER MY EYES.

THESE SAD, RED EYES
THEY KNOW I’M TO BLAME.
I FELL, I FELL.
NEVER TOLD HIM.
WHEN HE WALKED AWAY,
I RUINED MY MAKE-UP,
TOO AFRAID TO LET
REAL LOVE BEGIN.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

DO I DESERVE
THESE TWO BLURS OF BLACK?
MY BADGES OF
THE NIGHT BEFORE.
I MELT THEM AWAY
WITH JUST A DAB OF CREAM.
WON’T MAKE MYSELF
LONELY NO MORE.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

copyright Annie Dinerman all rights reserved
Bluestocking Music Co. (ASCAP)

Discography

For Annie's Discography, please visit http://anniedinerman.com/links.html

Set List

Annie Dinerman is an Acoustic Singer-Songwriter. She performs her own original story songs, and she writes both words and music. She accompanies herself on a Martin acoustic-electric guitar. For some shows, Annie is accompanied by percussionist Rex Benincasa.