Annie and Rod Capps

Annie and Rod Capps

 Chelsea, Michigan, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Songs about broken things and poignant little ponderings delivered with a rootsy vibe, a touch of twang, and a soulful groove. A musical journey that began in 1982 culminating into a symbiotic sound that reflects a deep and intuitive understanding of each other.

Biography

"... infectious, impeccable, engaging. ..." -David Tamulevich, Tamulevich Artist Management

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Songs about broken things and poignant little ponderings are delivered with a rootsy vibe, a touch of twang and a soulful groove. Kerrville New Folk Finalists in 2010 and 2012, Annie and Rod are on a musical journey that began in 1982, culminating into a symbiotic sound that reflects their deep and intuitive understanding of each other. Annie’s disarmingly sweet voice and solid command of her guitar are punctuated by Rod’s instinctive accompaniment and beautiful solo work. Their passion for what they do and their love for each other radiates from the stage. Together they weave unforgettable melodies that are at once intricate and sparse - musically completing each others’ sentences.

Annie & Rod's latest recording, an EP called "Take Me To The Fair" features 5 new original songs, a couple stripped down versions of previously recorded songs and their unique instrumental interpretation of "Whiskey Before Breakfast". In its very limited release, this little EP brought them more praise for both songwriting and musicianship including a Detroit Music Award nomination and a Kerrville New Folk finalist song. The EP was recorded live in the studio in one afternoon with the help of Jason Dennie on mandolin and vocals. They have since dropped in to record random new songs which are available as singles. A new full length CD is in the conceptual stages and expected to appear late 2013 or early 2014.

The Capps' sixth CD, “My Blue Garden”, released in August 2009, made it to #2 on the Folk DJ-L charts, and the title track was the #1 song. Seeded with fresh, beautifully-crafted songwriting, its a collage of soulful sketches rooted in small town USA, where familiar and accessible characters might be your next door neighbor, a member of the family or a close friend. Co-produced by Glenn Brown (Jeff Daniels, Rachael Davis, Steppin in it) this album features an essential cast of some of Michigan’s finest musicians - most prominently, Jason Dennie, a regular addition to their live shows, on virtuoso mandolin and sweet harmony vocals. Drew Howard soars on pedal steel and dobro, and the angelic voices of Rachael Davis and Jan Krist are high points.

“With “My Blue Garden”, Annie and Rod Capps have proven themselves to be master gardeners in the area of contemporary folk. All of the songs on the album are stand-outs!” - Lilli Kuzma, Folk Festival on WDCB Public Radio, Glen Ellyn, IL

"Great songs, well sung with hot licks -- can't beat that combination!" - Joel Mabus, Singer/Songwriter

Over the years, they have done everything from rock to musical theater and while they continue to draw from a carpet bag of genres and influences, what comes out is a hybrid sound all their own. Genuine and playful; effortless and endearing; this duo has been enchanting audiences in quality music venues, house concerts, coffeehouses and festivals throughout their home state of Michigan, the Midwest and beyond.

"When I look around the room at an Annie and Rod Capps performance, I see a lot of smiling faces with eyes riveted to the stage...there is a magic that energizes an audience. I can't wait to bring them back to our concert series!" - Tim Piazza, Concerts at the Cabin, Evansville, Indiana.

2007’s “In This Town” was the Capps’ break-through fifth release, marking their transition from local artist to nationally known act. This fine collection of vignettes is set before backdrops ranging from a friendly town café to an empty house; a dark bar to a front porch; a jail cell to the wide open road.

"Capps has a way of starting a song with an image that's simple, yet arresting enough to propel you through the ensuing developments, which often covers quite a bit of territory." -Jim Manheim, Ann Arbor Observer

Annie and Rod have warmed up audiences for Lucy Kaplansky, Stacey Earle & Mark Stuart, Tracy Grammer & Jim Henry, The Kennedys, Kelly Joe Phelps, David Bromberg, Joe Jencks, Mustard’s Retreat and many others.

Annie is also a proud member of the Yellow Room Gang (www.yellowroomgang.com), a group of renowned singer/songwriters who meet monthly to share new works in progress, friendship and ice cream. The whole gang or smaller groups of the various members have performed together often at concert halls, libraries and festivals.

As a Board member of FARM, the Midwest Region of Folk Alliance and co-founder of Songwriter’s Anonymous, a networking collective of 40+ members of the local music community,

Lyrics

In this Town

Written By: Annie and Rod Capps

In This Town

If I lived in this town I would frequent this café
And that table in the corner would be mine most every day.
Eventually, I might even get to know your name
If I lived in this town

If I lived in this town I get myself a job
Tending bar at Davy’s joint. I like it there. It’s nice and dark.
There’s a chance I will hear you playing your guitar
If I lived in this town

In this town I could be happy in this town I’d make new friends
In this town I could be Isabelle, and I could start all over again

If I lived in this town I would rent the perfect flat
On the top floor of some vintage house, with an English garden round the back
Walking distance everywhere and I might cross your path
If I lived in this town

In this town I could be happy in this town I’d make new friends
In this town I could be Caroline, and I could start all over again

I think I would be safe here
I think maybe I’ll stay here
For a while

If I lived in this town I wouldn’t think about him
Cause nothing here is anything at all like where I live
And I believe you would treat me better than he did
If I lived in this town

In this town it would be different. In this town I’d fall in love
In this town I could be Maryanne, or Caroline, or Anyone,
and I could start all over again

Pocket Full of Words

Written By: Annie & Rod Capps

Riding high on Empty Street ‘round the corner from absurd
chasing shadows dancing in and out of sight
Warm in his old waistcoat with a pocket full of words
It's just me and that old laughing moon tonight

Wrap me up so gently in a love that's goin' wrong
Heartache sure is pretty all dressed up in a song
Maple syrup metaphors drip with poetic flare
into the black hole of desire, with the allure of despair

Suffer, if you will, to fill the lonely singer's well
painting water color sidewalks where she stands.
Light superficial torches for our tragic tinker bell
and that melancholy guitar in her hands

Wrap me up so gently in a love that's goin' wrong
Heartache sure is pretty all dressed up in a song
Soaring to crescendo wait for the a collective sigh
certain as the tears follow another sweet goodbye

Swallow now your medicine oh maudlin maiden fair
till some fabled momentary glimpse of doom
Comes round to turn the whole world into Rogers & Astaire
and you the only wallflower in the room

Wrap me up so gently in a love that's goin' wrong
Heartache sure is pretty all dressed up in a song
Savor sweet surrender to the tolling of the bell
where happy endings still depend on fairy godmother’s spell

We're Still Here

Written By: Annie & Rod Capps

Houses on the beachfront are all dressed up in lights
The spirit of a Christmas past is on fire tonight
Waves crash on the shore with some kind of vengeance
Washing away any hope of our redemption

The bell tower over St Michael doesn't ring any more
It’s been a year of Sundays since I walked through those doors
Our favorite little hole in the wall is all sealed up tight
They just walked away with no choice, no hope, no fight

But we're still here, so it seems
A little drunk on fear and elusive dreams
Raise a glass to new beginnings
Down a shot of persevere
Cause we're still here

We scored big, got us a ringside seat to the show
Safe and sound in our well-built American homes
While our friends are busking for change on forsaken streets
Trying to forget how close they came to defeat

But we're still here, so it seems
A little drunk on fear and elusive dreams
Raise a glass to new beginnings
Down a shot of cavalier
Cause we're still here

Where we gather sticks and stones to build out barricades
Here where we refuse to climb into the beds we’ve made
Here where no one notices the welcome we have over-stayed

The sun rose up like a cranky old mule this morning
A wind with no mercy took branches with no warning
Leaves and mysterious ghostly figures were dancing
I saw their faces, oh what a time they were having

We're still here so it seems
A little drunk on fear and elusive dreams
Raise a glass to new beginnings
Pay the tab and dry your tears
Cause we’re still here

Strange Like That

Written By: Annie & Rod Capps

Here head on your shoulder
So out of character
So not the way you were
But here in this picture you look so happy with her

Memories are strange like that
The bad ones they fade and the good ones come back

My right hand in your left
Leading with tender steps
Sweet words you try to say
Rare as the desert rain close as we were that day

Memories are strange like that
The bad ones they fade and the good ones come back

Your letters they gave more than you ever could face to face
So I dust them off now cause they’ve taken your place

Airplanes, state fairs and motor homes
Dancing to the rolling stones
It lasts a little bit longer
Each time my heart remembers it grows a bit fonder

Memories are strange like that
The bad ones they fade and the good ones come back
The good ones come back
The good ones come back

Promises

Written By: Annie & Rod Capps

God houses, ministries, head shops and liquor stores
Gateways into heaven. Gates on all the doors.
Shirley reads her daily prayers waiting for the bus
Every day holds promises to turn you into dust

The route he takes to work each day passes by the shelter
Reminding him of how this fragile hand that he’s been dealt is
just one paycheck from a fate like Daddy’s war with gin
every day holds promises to finally do you in

Oh, How we pray
To the highest bidder, sell our souls away
for promises to finally take the away the pain

Candy coated dilettantes are all peddling their sins
to the haves while the have-nots disappear out on the fringe
Ruby fills the well the only way that she knows how
cause everyday holds promises to put you in the ground

oh how we pray
to the highest bidder sell our souls away
for promises to finally take away the pain

Plaster on the pillow smith & wesson in the drawer
of the nightstand with a bible and some cash to pay the whore
crosses himself one last time for his daughter's sake
cause every day holds promises another soul to take

oh how we pray
to the highest bidder sell our souls away
for promises to finally take away the pain

Discography

Annie and Rod Capps: Take Me To The Fair (EP), June 2011
Annie and Rod Capps: My Blue Garden, August 2009
Annie and Rod Capps: In This Town, July 2007
Yellow Room Gang Vol 2 - Happy New Day - Dec 2008
Yellow Room Gang Compilation, Volume 1: January 2006
Annie and Rod Capps: One Big Show, August 2005
Annie Capps: Not So Sure, April 2003
Annie Capps: The Wrong Shoes, July 2001

Set List

As a singer/songwriter, the set length is usually dictated by the venue to at least some extent. Our set list varies with our audience, our mood and whatever we happen to be promoting at the time. We play our songs mostly with a cover or two from our favorite artists such as Dave Carter & Tracy Grammar, Dar Williams, Patty Griffin, Patty Larkin, Bob Dylan, Peter Gabriel, Townes Van Zandt, Tom Waits...etc...