Adlin and Appleford

Adlin and Appleford

BandAmericana

Adlin & Appleford concoct a gritty, bluesy brew of americana-flavored music. Soulful vocals and harmonica playing mix with rootsy guitars and various other instruments to create a melody-rich atmosphere for their lyrics, which touch on the universal themes of love, life, loss & longing

Biography

Adlin & Appleford’s music is like a rusty pickup truck rolling down a gravel road, detouring into melody-rich territories and contemplative moods. They twist the roots and weave them into catchy, well-written songs with clever lyrics. Their original music winds through the mountains to Memphis, the Delta to Dixie, and Beale to Bourbon. Beer & whiskey chaser vocals and a gritty brew of acoustic and electric music are stirred into songs that each have their own flavor.

Rich Adlin plays lead acoustic and electric guitars, banjo, and fiddle. Mark Appleford is the lead vocalist, harmonica player, and rhythm guitarist. Often, Adlin’s fingerpicking and slide guitar blends with Appleford’s smokin' harmonica, transforming the time-honored folk/blues tradition into their own concoction. Backed by a variety of instruments from banjo and brass, pedal steel and piano, each song is distinctive.

Rich Adlin & Mark Appleford have so far focused almost exclusively on recording their original material. Like their music, their lives have taken twists and turns that prevented them from performing, until now. Their collaboration started in Knoxville, Tennessee, but was distracted by birth, death, and distance. Their partnership continued with Rich still in Knoxville and Mark in Asheville, North Carolina (where he performs both as a solo act and with his other project Locomotive Pie). Adlin & Appleford's history and music are "All Over The Place", the title of their recently released CD. Their first CD, 2002's "Jaundice Bitters", received very complimentary reviews and was played on several radio stations (regionally & nationally). As Dirty Linen magazine described it, Jaundice Bitters “leaves us wanting more.” All Over The Place is the response, and this new CD
is already getting airplay and praise (regionally & nationally)!!!
As of 2007, Adlin & Appleford have signed on with Tribe Management, a music promotion agency based out of Asheville, North Carolina. For booking information on Adlin & Appleford, please contact: www.tribemanagement.net
For more general information, please visit us at www.adlinappleford.com or www.myspace.com/adlinappleford

Lyrics

Memphis

Written By: Mark Appleford

mother nature wins, the grass is growin’ in, from under concrete,
only seventeen more miles, the sun is setting while you make your point again, somehow we all must shed our skin

you turn a corner into memphis, & you stumble to your senses, & then you turn around, to the deepest blue sound, makes you hang your head on down, makes you think of what you’ve lost, & what it all would cost, please come & find me there, we’ll try to figure it all out, maybe get somewhere

And it’s easy to embrace the woman in this place I just can’t hold her forever, ‘cause mother nature sticks her hand into the mix, & soon we all spin around, day is night & later we’ll be found,

turning corners into memphis, & you stumble to your senses, & then you turn around, to the deepest blue sound, makes you hang your head on down, makes you think of what you’ve lost, & what it all would cost, please come & find me there, we’ll try to figure it all out, maybe get somewhere

outside the lights buzz around your head, had enough of these blue devils, show me an angel instead

maybe just a day that never went away, still I could’ve been dreamin’, blinking yellow caution light, we learn to walk upright, & through the door we go, the music starts & beale street’s all aglow

you turn a corner into memphis, & you stumble to your senses, & then you turn around, to the deepest blue sound, makes you hang your head on down, makes you think of what you’ve lost, & what it all would cost, please come & find me there, we’ll try to figure it all out, maybe get somewhere

Ebb and Flow

Written By: Rich Adlin

when I was a child, I was an old man, down by the edge of the water, looking out & up at the sky, pasting my thoughts & my heavy sighs, moonlit leaves like silver seas did sparkle in the night, like the lights of ten thousand porches from the interstate

like a log in the middle of a stream time just flowed by me, caught & dragged by the ebb & flow of the tide

she was a dancer but she couldn’t dance, imprisoned by hills & obligation, lunchboxes & her dad’s medication, on her own, small town dreams ripped at the seams from pliés & relev es tutus & point shoes, she leaped & she twirled in the lights, then she sighed & went back inside

responsibilities came, now everyday’s mostly the same, caught & dragged by the ebb & flow of the tide

some people don’t dream out loud, riding around in that same old town, some people can’t go back home, there’s a need to roam & it’s deep in their bones

neither could breathe but neither could leave, she was a woman with thoughts like a girl, he was a boy who thought he was a man & they kept their love in an old coffee can, but on saturday night, when the moment was right, it would snow

he called her all kinds of names knowing that she’d take the blame, caught & dragged by the ebb & flow of the tide

Three Rivers Rambler

Written By: Rich Adlin

He blew in from out of town, out of town
A hustle here, a bustle there, just gettin’ down
Smokin’ and a-jokin’ in his own routine, like a dancin’ clown from New Orleans
He blew in from out of town, out of town

She lit up a crowded room, a crowded room
In a snow white dress and sweet perfume, and pretty soon
They were makin’ love and holdin’ hands, like Adodi Phi and Lady Diane
She lit up a crowded room, a crowded room

Rollin’ locomotive on down the tracks
whistlin’ and blowin’ out a big smokestack
Steel engine chuggin’ on down the line
Pickin’ up, pickin’ up, pickin’
Ain’t got no time, ain’t got no money
But I’ll get there from here
Racin’ to the land of milk and honey

She could only stop and stare, he was on a tear
He forgot that she was there, and didn’t seem to care
She couldn’t speak just froze in doubt, he was bouncin’ off the walls, he was wiggin’ out
She could only stop and stare

Rollin’ locomotive on down the tracks
whistlin’ and blowin’ out a big smokestack
Steel engine chuggin’ on down the line
Pickin’ up, pickin’ up, pickin’
I’m a frontier pioneer movin’ where it’s sunny
But I'll get there from here
Racin’ to the land of milk and honey

He blew out without a sound, outta town
An angry mob had tracked him down, tracked him down
When they came, askin’ his name, he flew out as quick as he came
He blew out without a sound

Discography

Jaundice Bitters (2002)
Manchild (Mark Appleford solo CD- 2003)
All Over The Place (2006)

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Set List

3 hours of all original music.