Andrew Brasfield

Andrew Brasfield

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Acoustic blues & folk entertainer wrenching his blues on a daily basis.

Biography

Biography
of
Andrew McCollum Brasfield (Betts)

Brasfield’s latest art project is to release his natural father's color slides that number over only through the world wide web because of carbon dioxides in our environment.

McCollum Eugene Brasfield was a baby-boomer generation religious volunteer in the 1960s, in Tanzania, Africa, then Japan, Asia. The color slides have been sent to India for cost effective scanning.

With his mother and sister they decided not to release the art project for over three decades.

Brasfield’s song “Love Fills Your Needs” was created to prevent suicide; the form of death his biological father took. If there is popular success an undetermined percentage of the proceeds from the song will continue prevention methods.

His Dad is the Rev. Robert H. Betts, and now retired. Andrew is now the youngest of four children with a stepsister and a stepbrother.

In 1994 Brasfield was mentioned for his poetry in the annual poetry contest by the Philadelphia City Paper. Many of his songs originated from freeform poems or in lyric writing sessions. He has hand written several marble composition books of poetry; and has written poems, lyrics and sheet music on computer. He holds literary and photography copyrights and registrations that have not been released.

In 2000-01 he worked as a music correspondent at The Daily Local News, in West Chester, Pennsylvania. Subjects he reported on included The Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band with Double Trouble legends bassist Tommy Shannon and drummer Chris Layton; folk guitarist Chris Whitley, now deceased; songs on vinyl records on the jukebox at local bars and taverns; and local music venues and bands.

In 2002 he founded his zine Pennsylvania’s Path. He wrote reviews on blues artists such as Bonnie Raitt and Johnny Winter. He released over 50 issues over four years.

In the late 1990s the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania through the Office of Vocational Rehabilitation, or OVR, paid for a grading of his self taught guitar playing at West Chester Music Store, in Pennsylvania. Brasfield had been playing Open Mic Nights for years with only a handful of booked paying gigs. He was independently graded as an intermediate blues rhythm and folk guitarist by classically trained instructor C.T. McDonough. Brasfield first learned guitar from a chord poster on a dreadnaught.

He performed gospel songs as part of a Hurricane Katrina benefit for The Salvation Army, in West Chester, Pennsylvania. Years earlier he voluntarily received free food from the organization; and was later a resident in their men’s homeless shelter for six months.

In 2005 with OVR financial support he studied music, theater and art at West Chester University. He joined the Gilbert & Sullivan Society of Chester County, Pennsylvania, as a bass singer and professional actor. He has written four television fiction comedy series concepts and first episode scripts; or TV pilots.

Lyrics

Tyranny of Law

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

is bearing down on you, they want to take away you’re rites
they want to limit what you can choose
you made a damn good bomb. how that make you feel?
why don’t you go call your Mom?
editors changing what you say, they’ll make it better
what? you don’t like your news that way?
Judges have to have a hard hand. What a TV crew is here?
Make that an iron hand!

you got to do what I say. I’m a lawmaker.
you’re not old enough to vote anyway.
try and burn one on me? I’ll shot you when you’re not looking.
Don’t why believe in conspiracies?
you’re guilty you see, we need a scapegoat.
I’m glad that son of a bitch ain’t me!
psychic’s taking money over what’s rite
she ain’t got no mentor; he ain’t got no Eastern standard rites.
the dogs are howling again. Have I ignited your animal instinct?
Or have your instincts gone animal again?
hey hey what’s to say! musicians can’t manage their money.
I’ll steal his words they’re free anyway.
there’s no hand out for you! We don’t care how hard your life is.
Don’t you like my new shoes?
God damn those kids! I feel like disciplining them.
Yo bitch, go get my belt again!
some think men are always right; women are subservient.
because of gender issues I gladly get: no comment

I got to take my mental pill
I’ll never get that off my back. I’ll never get to walk up that hill.
an avalanche thundering down.
snow loves to kill backcountry skiers; & cut cuddly little towns.
no one is safe you see, Mother nature will make it rite
now she thinks you need a flood to clean out your insight
because no 1 is better than you or me

The Boom Boom Room

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

the Boom Boom Room

the boom boom room, the boom boom room
the boom boom room, the boom boom room

You put your feet on the floor, until you can’t dance no more.
You put your feet on the floor, until you can’t dance no more.

In, the boom boom room. In, the boom boom room
In, the boom boom room. You boom boom boom.

And if you’re feeling scared
You grab a wooden chair.
And twirl dance around
To the righteous sound.

And if you’re feeling scared
Get footloose weird.
And don’t take no crup.
When you’re all fed up.
And if you going to stop
I’ll rev it up.
Until you dance again,
into your second wind.

Coming down the hall, for a dance at the ball.
I saw you standing there against the wall.
Yes, we still danced the stairs and I broke a chair.
But when it was all over, into our eyes we stared.

the Vanity Venue

Written By: A.M. Brasfield


when me and the boy band get booked
when we hit your local spot
get your dancing thread clothes ironed
because you’re going to sweat a lot

at your vanity venue

at the vanity venue

we had a free plated hot staff meal
we had beef chicken and some rice
we had a chocolate cake for desert
and gave out all our music advice

the owner turned the AC up
the doorman let the crowd on in
the house pussy cats ran to the back
to let their bar dogs

but then the light can blew,
a dancer fell down from the air.
we thought it was a fight
but that lady was aware, it was

we got the car wheels up on air
we got the engine purring loud
we got the next gig all mapped out
as Akmed parted the crowd

Love Tool

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

I’ve got a love tool, it’s above the waist
I love it when I feel, I feel I just can’t wait
It’s the slow hand, it’s the song in the band
It’s warm it’s cold, it’s very bold

it’s an emotional game, always no damn shame
when you’re a barfly like you and I
strangers at first, lovers at last
is this was a movie I wouldn’t know who to cast

love food between the ears.
we don’t speak, but always hear
man I love her, I love her so much
a thought in our eyes, I ache for our touch

he makes her feel, she knows it’s real
on the mental cum; but still wanting to run
I always do it, I do it for us
he thinks, twice is nice; but she thinks three is a plus

in a touch she could make me cry
I’ve got time to refine, but her looks so divine
I’m one among millions, millions in the band
I once was nervous now I’m a simple man

yeah love tool, flirtatious love tool
I got a love tool, I love my love tool
no you can’t but the tool at a store
the tool is your heart, you got to open the door

Love Fills Your Needs

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

love fills your needs
when it rains we’ll all come see
i’m tired but the surge picks up me
the road ain’t got no course
singing ‘till your past hoarse
because this love is good enough for me

my old man had it bad
a sickness you just can’t hide
his soul ascend on the side of a road
he helped others all his life
across the Atlantic and Pacific sides
he helped people to have a home
but the big man up those stairs
done give Mac a cold-cold stare
his pain was real, it had to go
but what about my needs
I’m dry and empty, Lord knows
I can’t tell you the pain in me
I searched nearly all my life
for one answer a reason why
for a sound that reminds me of home

my old man couldn’t help himself
passing time didn’t help
now I feel his pain pressing on me
but now my time is bye
I ain’t a moving, trying
but then the love fills my needs

a resonator love song

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

looking for my woman, looking for my wife
I need my companion. We end loneliness inside
we want to start a family. For her, for us
you are the 1 for me, in you I put all my trust

let me hold you, what a long day it has been
let me hold you, so your foot hurts again
let me hold you, salt water emollient to skin
let me hold you, my lips are cut, chapped, red

the bond of our matrimony affirmed us too
together forever, in you there will be two
I thought of you often; now I sense you all the time
I wake with you in harmony, to our newborn baby’s cry

strolling on our street, under the warmth of winter sunshine
strolling down our street, neighbors, merchants waving us by
making our acquaintance, with landmarks, teams & time
our pictures, our clothing, our furniture, our wine

strong and swift we work then the moon passes by
today is a gift as we clean to earn tomorrows sunrise
we speak in our thoughts, we share 1 or 2
our feeling is supple, that’s what I was think too

Chester County Puma

Written By: A.M. Brasfield

Chester County Puma

(chorus)
puma, Chester County puma
roamin’ around, seein’ what can be found
puma, Chester County puma
eatin’ what’s right, it’s not on a diet
puma

puma, cougar or mountain lion you see?
once a person pet now wild untamed and free.
it moves quietly under the moon light.
will you be the puma’s meal tonight?

with a dog collar around its neck
gnawed off rope attached to it
the big cat got tired of its cage
it shouldn’t be a puma with the damn rage

now it hunts birds, rabbit and deer
it’s sowing its purpose, it’s a deadly scavenger
hunger fuels its brutality,
yes its wild but normal, to me

(bridge)
inside the puma’s eyes a new world exists
not atop a scratching post, not upped on cat nip
but from a tree, a branch, a rock
it stalks the world, its around the block

just outside you door, you enter its
many states live with animals can we live in its
should we, could we or am I just spewing from the mouth?
what’s the difference anyway, North & South?

Love Fills Your Neds

Written By: Andrew Brasfield

Love Fills Your Needs
D C G/G3

love fills your needs
when it rains we’ll all come see
i’m tired but the surge picks up me
the road ain’t got no course
singing ‘till your past hoarse
because this love is good enough for me

my old man had it bad
a sickness you just can’t hide
his soul ascend on the side of a road
he helped others all his life
across the Atlantic and Pacific sides
he helped people to have a home
but the big man up those stairs
done give Mac a cold-cold stare
his pain was real, it had to go
but what about my needs
I’m dry and empty, Lord knows
I can’t tell you the pain in me
I searched nearly all my life
for one answer a reason why
for a sound that reminds me of home

my old man couldn’t help himself
passing time didn’t help
now I feel his pain pressing on me
but now my time is bye
I ain’t a moving, trying
but then the love fills my needs
(chorus)

Discography

Andrew Brasfield hasn't yet released his first album.

Set List

originals, covers, anthems & hymns include:

Star Spangled Banner

Rage Train

Chester County Puma

Tyranny of Law

Love Tool

The Boom Boom Room

The Vanity Venue

Swanky River Ball

A Resonator Love Song

Love Fills Your Needs

Blue on Black

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Big Sky Country

Living With the Law

Midnight Rider

I Don't Love You Anymore

Take Me Home Country Roads

Folsom Prison Blues

Move It On Over

Roadhouse Blues

Dreams

Amazing Grace

Taps