annie bacon

annie bacon

 San Francisco, California, USA
BandAmericanaRock

Folk-inspired rock n roll that aches for a more empathic humanity

Biography

SHORT BIO: 

Annie Bacon is a songwriter/musician in San Francisco. She aches for a more empathic humanity and her creativity orbits around this. Essentially folk music at its roots, her humanist songs twist and surge under the influence of her past musical life as bassist for renegade rock band Sweet Crude Bill and an obsession with melody. The effect is an emotional, soaring and deeply satisfying set from Annie Bacon & her OSHEN that evokes at once Fletwood Mac, Patsy Cline, and Feist.

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ADDITIONAL BIO:

Arriving in the San Francisco Bay Area in 2001 just days before the Sept 11th attacks, Bacon has been shaped by the increasing complexity of modern life – politically and personally. But it was becoming a mother in 2011 that changed the creative game for her. Not only did the lack of time and sleep teach her to work harder and with more focus, but she learned a secret of parenthood: that explosive overwhelming love for a child can be matched in the opposite by the extraordinary pain of loss.

Leaning briefly and barely close to that loss after a health scare with her son, Bacon’s songwriting experienced a massive evolution. Where before she sang sad songs in the major key, pitting emotions against each other, now she leans head on into the emotional expression of each song, creating visceral cinematic music with her capable band.

Bacon also composed a folk opera in 2009. Haunting folk melodies and harmonies meet operatic hyperbole, creating indelible characters and an unforget-table  musical experience. It was adapted as a verse puppet play by Alphabet Arts for Brooklyn's Puppets & Poets Festival in 2013. More here

Lyrics

I Am Great & You Are Just An Idiot

Written By: Annie Bacon

Were I to write you a letter send a telegraph
I doubt that you would read it
If I left my voice on the answering machine
I doubt that you'd respond
You haven't done very well at getting back to me,
In fact I think you've lost your tongue
But I've had an epiphany and realized that I'm great, and you're an Idiot.

CHORUS:
I am great and you are just and idiot and you can't see it
I am going to fly away and you are going to miss me, oh.

It may seem overly simplistic to state it like that
As though I couldn't think of better
Explanations for your basic lack of respect and absence of thoughtful words
But you wear a stupid smile when I see you in the town
Which makes me think you've got a simple point of view
So I'll say again today, I'm not afraid to say that I'm great, and you're an Idiot.

[CHORUS]

That's not to say I haven't got my complications, things to work through
Hypocracies to right
I tend towards rashness, sadness, melodrama,
Ancestral outbursts of anger, and righteousness to boot
But if I'm not my own best champion, then no one else will be
Especially not you
So I'll detach myself from your opinion, get to only thinking that I'm great, and you're an Idiot

[CHORUS ad nauseum]

Los Angeles Thursday

Written By: Annie Bacon

Running water, behind the hedge
of a neatly columned light blue cottage
Succulent fingers, and succulent knees
50-foot towers are palm trees

Planes departing and arriving
Spot the sky, like stars out driving

An old man says with passing eyes
"All the beauty, in time it dies"
I turn on my stair and cry my cause
"Its a beautiful night"
He turns to pause

Planes departing and arriving
Spot the sky, like stars out driving
Like stars out driving

He points skyward, shrugs and turns
Bird of Paradise in orange and purple burns
A cactus shows me his gruesome spines
Beauty, I suppose, tonight it's just mine

Planes departing and arriving
Spot the sky, like stars out driving
Stars out driving

A Pounding Corps of Drummers

Written By: Annie Bacon

His silence is a pounding corps of drummers
That follows me
I duck into the shade of a cottonwood tree
Whose leathery leaves are slapping in the wind
And I almost forget those other spaces
And empty places
Til like dusk, or dark, rainclouds,
His silence darkens
And then the pounding begins again

I find my solace alone, in my bed
Around my head I position four pillows
But my head rests only against the mattress
Or on the crook of my arm
That way I'll never lay accidentally
Across even a rivulet of his fragrance
Or even one eyelash

He finds his solace against my sobbing
Between a woman's hair and neck
He buries himself in her hands
So he cannot see me
Cowering beneath the goose down

He's never coming back to me
And if he did I'd turn the drummers back on him
And walk away

(c) annie bacon

Rena Lee

Written By: Annie Bacon

Rena Lee let's marry
Rena Lee come on home tonight
Rena Lee please callme
Rena Lee let's not fight, oh please

Bill your heart is broken
Is that what you really want Bill?
I can't come home tonight, you know.

Rena I love you
You broke my heart

Bill you know I wanted to stay
But life doesn't work quite that way
Someone else had plans for me
When he took my life away

Rena I love you
He broke my heart

Now I wander the streets without you
I always will

(c) annie bacon

If You Don't Make Up Your Mind

Written By: Annie Bacon

If you don't make up your mind
I will go out of mine
And I will leave you, faster than you can say again
What you may or may not do

If you won't come back to me
I'll be alright, wait and see
It won't be the first time, and god knows
It won't be the last time

It was a wet, fat, heavy one falling
Late December and moving fast
Passing seconds turn to years
And these fantasies never last
So you decide if you're out or in

We were outside, the grass was wet
It may have rained that day
And I was wearing
My "famous blue raincoat"

You were smoking a cigarette
Talking of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
And watching me sideways
While you talked to Jonah

It was a wet, fat, heavy one falling
Late December and moving fast
Passing seconds turn to year
And these fantasies never last
So you decide if you're out or in

Your eyelashes
Slender planks I walk them like a fool
The deep end
I can't swim at this end of the pool
I jumped in
I thought that you were jumping too

Now if you don't make up your mind
I will go out of mine
And I will leave you, faster than you can say again
What you may or may not do

(c) annie bacon

There should be a trophy for this

Written By: Annie Bacon

It's the same every time, every place, everywhere:
I am fine. Work's on time. There's no need to complain.

Then one day
I wake and there's no ground beneath my feet.

On their sticks, on a stage, spinning plates, can't keep up.
Though I race all around, the plates come crashing down

And the sound,
The fear of breaking at whispers.

I'm so tired, and wondering
Who's gonna hire me next?
And how much will they need to know?
And how deep will their searches go?

If it's this hard to get to 30 ...
Jesus Christ, there should be a trophy for this

Carrying this fear...
But I always make it through
Always make it through

Gallatin Pike

Written By: Annie Bacon

Driving Gallatin Pike in the middle of the night
And I don't know which way to turn
Pawn shops and strip malls, a mirror of my life
I think of the forests I've burned
The hearts I've paved over
The men that I've spurned
And impossible daylight floods parking lots where
I'm haunted by so many lessons unlearned

The ghost town veneer of the plans I held dear
Is this what my life's become?
Gallatin Pike in the middle of the night

And all around me are places I've laid down at night
I don't even know what they're named
Too tired for thinking about what's really right
My rain-spitting tires get blamed
For the hearts I've paved over
Where concrete lays claim
And tomorrow's reflected on both sides for miles
In the twisting arms of the neon flame

A ghost town veneer of the plans I held dear
Is this what my life's become?
Gallatin Pike in the middle of the night

What if I can't get off?
What if this is my end?
Dead on the pavement
As the road softly bends
With Dollar Stores my witness
And Title Loan friends

But as soon as I turn off I see front porches and lawns
I guess life is bigger than the sins of its pawns
The fears we hold on to don't hold up for long
And Gallatin Pike's just the name of this song
Isn't it nice to find out
That sometimes we're wrong?

Discography

"What we said"
"Nikki's song"
singles, 2016


Stranded Songs
EP 2015

light to see dark
LP 2012

Live at the Red Devil Lounge
LP 2011

There Is No Reason Here (There is only a persistent feeling that we ought to look closely and love deeply)
EP, Ninth Street Opus (Berkeley), 2009

Triumph Over Idiots,
demo 2008

mangowanger,
demo 2008

- "Los Angeles Thursday" video (dir. by Gabriel Goldstein) selected as International Songwriting Contest Semi-Finalist

Set List

Typical Set List

8-10 songs for 45 minute set
10-12 songs for 1 hour set
15 songs for 90 minute set