Cooper Boone

Cooper Boone

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Award winning songwriter and performer, ISSA Winner (Mending Fences), IMA Nominee (Country Living), Hollywood Music award winner for best Country Artist. Coop is "New Country" with pop flavor, "My greatest compliment was 'I hated country until I heard you'." Now that rocks!

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Biography

Coop is an award winning songwriter and dynamic performer who captures the hearts of new fans every time he plays. From Dolly Parton to “Whispering Bill” Anderson, there’s always been a place in country music for a multi-faceted artist, the kind of relentlessly energetic person who wears many cowboy hats at once. Like Parton, with her movies and theme parks, and Anderson, with his prolific songwriting, TV roles and books, newcomer Cooper Boone is destined to become a Nashville overachiever. His catchy, self-titled debut CD is only the beginning.

“I think most people are a lot of things,” says the personable singer/songwriter, a product of small-town Minnesota. “But a lot of us let fear drive our lives so we get stuck in ruts. I’ve never really been that kind of person. I had a Granny who always believed in me and my dreams…no matter what others might say.”

Indeed, Boone is a person for whom the term “triple threat” is a few items short. He’s co-written most of the songs on his irresistible debut and, of course, is a magnetic draw onstage. But he also co-owns a homey country store in upstate New York, raises chickens on a farm in northeast Pennsylvania, hosts “Cowboy Kitchen,” an online music-themed cooking show based on his own recipes and—no kidding—has had a big-city psychology practice for the past decade. “Boredom’s a killer for me, man!” he says, chuckling. “It doesn’t exist in my world.”

Cooper Boone was born in Wells, Minnesota and grew up in St. Joe, Minnesota, a small farming community near the Mississippi river. His parents, both teachers, planted the seeds of myriad possibility in Boone’s life—his father, in addition to teaching, also is a winemaker and a tennis pro. And everyone in the family—including Cooper’s brother and two sisters—were required to learn a musical instrument and be civically involved.

“There were several things being instilled in me,” Boone recalls. “One was loyalty to the people who care about you, the other was fearlessness. My family were perpetually curious people and I definitely carry that spirit.”

So while Boone grew up singing and playing piano and trumpet—and listening to the country radio station in his hometown—music was one of his many hobbies, rather than his vocation, as he embarked upon the years of school to earn a doctorate in clinical psychology. (That said, he didn’t turn down the opportunity to improve his hand-to-mouth grad-school existence by singing at weddings.)

So years later, emotionally fatigued by years of counseling, Cooper entertained the thought of doing music full time. “A jazz pianist buddy of mine asked me what I really wanted to do,” Boone recalls. “And I kinda blurted out ‘write and perform country music,’ I’ve always loved the genre, It speaks to me. I’m a country boy at heart; it’s in my blood. So he gave me the assignment to write a country song. I asked, ‘how do you do that?’ He said, ‘you’re a smart man—just study the music you love.’ And so I wrote a tune and he thought it was pretty good, which shocked me.”

It’s not surprising that Boone would have an early knack for songwriting. Not only did he have years of musical seasoning by the point he began, he’d also heard story after story from his clients. Finally, being in New York during 9/11, he’d been through an emotional firestorm in his work.

“I’ve listened to a ton of stories in my life,” he says. “Those stories sit on my soul and I access them in different ways in my music all the time. It’s a real privilege to be involved in someone’s inner world in that way. And on some level, songs are a way to work out sitting with those stories. I’m not talking about this stuff to a shrink; I’m writing music. That’s my way.”

One thing led to another and soon the pianist friend hooked up the singer with Anthony Krizan, a former lead guitarist of the Spin Doctors, who in turn introduced Boone to mentor Mark D. Conklin. Eventually Conklin would produce Boone’s album and introduce him to the Nashville songwriting community and opportunities to co-write with Music Row’s finest.

“I’m shaking in my drawers when I’ve gone into those sessions,” Boone admits. “It’s very intimidating. Like anything, the more exposure you have to it, the less anxiety you have about it. You have to dare to suck.”

Daring though it may have been for Boone, the results have been great, with upbeat crowd-pleasers like “She’s All That” sitting comfortably alongside personal, heartfelt fare like “Celia’s Hands,” Coop’s homage to his grandmother. “That song is the closest to my heart because she believed in me more than anyone else. She’s passed on, but she’s very much alive in my life, and alive in the song.”

Throughout the album, Boone mines his life for inspiration, with “Sizzle” paying homage to a crushworthy childhood choir director and “Mending Fences” about “wanting to rectify errors and make some amends.” Even “Cougar Dream,” an irresistible hook-fest delivered with more than a pinch of

Lyrics

COUGAR DREAM

Written By: Boone, Harris and Knox

Cougar Dream
(Boone, Harris and Knox, 2008)

V1
I Broke down on the highway, hotter than hell
My luck dried up, no bars on my cell
A roar down the road, what could it be?
It was the biggest damn truck that I ever did see.
She opened the door and to my surprise
She was a Demi Moore double with wildcat eyes.

Chorus:
My Cougar Dream, came to rescue me.
My Cougar Dream, on the prowl for me.

V2
She was a smokin’ hot granny, oh my lord
Hotter then the hood of my beat up Ford
She said son you aint from around these parts
Mamma’s gonna give you a little jump start
She cornered me fast, there was no escape
She said: “ MAN IS A COUGAR’S NUMBER ONE PREY”

Chorus:
My Cougar Dream, came to rescue me.
My Cougar Dream, on the prowl for me.

Bridge:
She gonna get you
She gonna get you
She gonna get you

Chorus:
My Cougar Dream, came to rescue me.
My Cougar Dream, on the prowl for me.
My Cougar Dream, came to rescue me.
My Cougar Dream, on the prowl for me.

Mending Fences

Written By: Boone, Knox and Conklin

Mending Fences
(Boone and Knox, 2009)

Life can turn on a dime, in blink of an eye
Driving drunk down 101, he was so damn blind
He drove fast and crashed, into a sycamore tree
Now he’s begging God for one more chance, to clean the mess that he made, saying

Chorus:
I’m mending fences,
I’m turnin’ wrongs back into rights
I’m mending fences
Gonna get some grace and open my eyes,
I’m mending fences
I’m mending fences

The grass aint a whole lot greener on the other side
She spent her Granny’s life long savings, on Hollywood high
She reached for the stars, but the moon just shook his head
One last quarter in her pocket, she called her Granny and she said

Chorus

Instrumental

100,000 souls in an endless fight
All those soldiers they got mothers, tears falling on both sides
It takes more than guns and bombs and just a little faith
It’s gonna take this human race to rise up and say

Chorus:
I’m mending fences,
I’m turnin’ wrongs back into rights
I’m mending fences, slowly
Gonna get some grace and open my eyes,
Cuz I’m mending fences tonight
I’m mending fences
I’m mending fences
I’m mending fences

Yes

Written By: Manna, Conklin and Boone

YES
(Manna, Conklin and Boone, 2009)
Profits and angels come in different disguises, shapes and sizes
Everyday for 2 years she gave me coffee latte, with a smile and some change
I was amazed, (b) she wasn’t fazed, by the gripes complaints of the whole human race.
“How do you it?” I asked her, she answered, “ bet you’d never guess.”

Chorus:
I say Yes , cuz I’m all run of of nos
I say Yes, to every high and low
I may scrape my knee and stumble but I’m making my own way
And the chains are falling off with every step….I say YES!

The crazy about thing the truth, it cuts right through, it follows you
I always saw the glass half empty, wanted to change, I just wouldn’t let me.
One little word, turned my whole world, first time I tried, it woke me inside
Now I don’t hurry, or worry about,(b) what I’m not going to get…

Chorus:
I say Yes, cuz I’m all run of of nos
I say Yes, to every high and low
I may scrape my knee and stumble but I’m making my own way
And the chains are falling off with every step….I say YES!

Like breathing in and out for the first time
It’s a free fall, back into my life
(Instrumental)

Chorus:
I say Yes , cuz I’m all run of of nos
I say Yes, I ride every high and low
I may scrape my knee and stumble but I’m making my own way
And the chains are falling off with every step….I say YES!

SIZZLE

Written By: Cooper Boone and Mark D. Conklin

Sizzle
(C. Boone/M. Conklin, 2009)

Verse 1
Life was slow and easy in this little map dot town
Till Doris Mertens ever flirtin’ blue eyes came around
She married Old Man Wilson for his money and his name
When he up and died last winter some said she was to blame
A woman built like her was just too much they said
She must have loved that man to death

Chorus
She’s red hot and she’s got
The whole town in a fever when she’s shaking what she’s got
They say when she’s dancing
It’s like drops of rain on a FIRED UP griddle
She sizzles

Verse 2
On Sundays she wears red; at weddings she wears black
Give the young boys cause for mischief; give the preacher a heart attack
When she leaves after service they gossip and they talk
The women watch their husbands and the husbands watch her walk
They try to shame that woman; they try to keep her down
But they just can’t put that fire out

Repeat Chorus

Instrumental

Chorus
She’s red hot and she’s got
The whole town in a fever when she’s shaking what she’s got
They say when she’s dancing
The women pray for mercy and the men just think of sin
She’s red hot and she’s got
The whole town in a fever round her finger in a knot
They say when she’s dancing
It’s like drops of rain on a FIRE UP griddle.
She sizzles

Celia's Hands

Written By: Cooper Boone, Will Knox and Mark D. Conklin

CELIA’S HANDS
A strong headed farm girl fell in love at 23,
With a coyote farm boy, down by ½ Moon Creek
His intention so pure, and a rattle in his words he pledged
A diamond ring and a promise, they fit so firm… ‘round

Chorus:
Celia’s hands, they’re always sure and strong
Like her faith in the bible they’re holding on
Celia’s Hands they show her life, weathered and worn
No pair compare to hers,
Celia’s hands.

The babies came fast, and crops they came slow
She lost her little boy that winter, and her Coyote man soon followed
Alone on that farm, she searches for hope
Reaching up for heaven and trying to cope were…

Chorus:
Celia’s hands, they’re always sure and strong
Like her faith in the bible they’re holding on
Celia’s Hands they show her life, weathered and worn
No pair compare to hers,
Celia’s hands.

Bridge:
When she passed on she was, 93
A barren branch on our family tree
I sat and prayed wishing she was near
Then mamma said, “look baby, she’s right here” wev’e got

Chorus:
Celia’s hands, they’re always sure and strong
Like her faith in the bible they’re still holding on
Celia’s Hands, she’s never really gone
No pair compare to hers.

Country Living

Written By: Boone, Rivers and Conklin

COUNTRY LIVING
Four lanes going down to one, five miles of screamin’ horns
My daily dose of stop and go
Black smoke I’m breakthin’ in, looks like I’m late again
I’m getting nowhere really slow
It may look like I’m at a stop, but in my mind I pulled off
3 exits back, down a kinder kinda road

Chorus:
Where the people wave when I pass by, and you can almost touch the stars at night
That’s what I’m missing.
Where friends and family stop and talk, and no ones worried about the clock
and something warm and sweet is always cookin’, in the kitchen, that’s country living.

Growin’ up in my back yard, blue grass and Becker’s farm
Fields of corn, twice as tall as me.
2 mugs of cold root beer, crankin’ up that old John Deere, riding shotgun on my Daddy’s knee.
I’m 20 years and miles away but it seems like only yesterday, cuz I moved on… but my heart could never leave.

CHORUS:

Bridge:
I think I’ll turn this car around,
Drive back to that sleepy little town
When my 2 feet hit the ground
this time there gonna stay…..

Chorus:
Where the people wave when I pass by, and you can almost touch the stars at night
That’s what I’m missing.
Where friends and family stop and talk, and no ones worried about the clock
That’s country living
Where the people wave when I pass by, and you can almost touch the stars at night
That’s what I’m missing.
Where friends and family stop and talk, and no ones worried about the clock
and something warm and sweet is always cookin’, in the kitchen, that’s country living.

Discography

COOPER BOONE (LP).
MADE IN AMERICA (EP),

Set List

COMBINATION OF ORIGINAL TUNES AND COVERS. We can do an acoustic version (2 guitars, three vocals, fiddle/banjo) or full band (add base and drums).