Arielle Silver

Arielle Silver

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"Tough-yet-tender vocals move through the space where Lou Reed meets Chrissie Hynde" (Performing Songwriter Magazine).

Biography

In the space between rush hour and bedtime, neo-folk/ rock songstress Arielle Silver's latest two albums, SOMETHINGPRETTYSOMETHINGTRUE and ON THE DASHBOARD OF A SHAKY CAR, were recorded back-to-back in a drafty, Victorian house on the south side of Boston with some of the city's best players. Released on independent label Passion Records, tracks from both albums have been added to AAA, college and internet radio stations across the US and Canada.

Drawing on inspirations from the scope of contemporary folk and indie-rock that is often compared with KT Tunstall, Patty Griffin and Chrissie Hynde, the 2 albums are stories of love, loneliness and contradictions, like urban tumbleweeds caught in the chain link fences and subway tunnels of modern-day American life.

Arielle was raised on the East Coast by festival-loving parents who regularly lent touring songwriters their spare bedrooms. Growing up, Arielle studied clarinet, oboe and sax, and kept a steady journal or stories that she twisted into songs on her parent's old piano. At age 20, after graduating with a degree in Psychology, Arielle bought her first guitar and descended into Boston's subways to play her songs for tourists and rush hour crowds. Later, on a clarinet scholarship for graduate studies at Boston's prestigious Berklee College of Music, Arielle pulled together a band of exceptional talent, toured regionally, and landed an indie record deal to records SOMETHINGPRETTY and DASHBOARD.

Arielle has toured extensively, both on the East Coast and nationally, and has shared the stage with respected acts, including GRAMMY winning band America, Jennifer Kimball (of Jonatha Brooke & The Story), Kris Delmhorst, St. Vincent (Annie Clements of Sufjan Stevens and Polyphonic Spree), Lindsay Mac, Jay Nash and more, and in venues including the Millennium Music Conference, the Lowell (MA) Summer Music Festival, Boston's Club Passim, Atlanta's Eddie's Attic, and NYC's Pianos.

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THE BOSTON GLOBE-- "Lovely songwriting and arrangements"

PERFORMING SONGWRITER Magazine--
"Silver’s tough-yet-tender vocals move through the space where Lou Reed meets Chrissie Hynde, ensuring that Somethingprettysomethingtrue lives up to its name and then some."

THE BOSTON HERALD-- "Silver first seduces with a rich, highly emotional voice. Though her arty, lyrical flair reflects Ani DiFranco, Joni Mitchell and even Jane’s Addiction, it’s a very personal modern rock approach."

FOLK AND ACOUSTIC MUSIC EXCHANGE-- "Vocally akin to Chrissie Hynde with an Armatrading shade and powered by an impressive and expansive folk funk ala Dave Matthews, Silver's first full-length studio CD — recorded 'twixt rush hour and bedtime on Boston's south side' — deserves as much attention as we can manage to give it."

NORTHEAST PERFORMER MAGAZINE-- "poetic lyrics... fantastic songs... this record traverse(s) a range of emotional terrain before the adventure is over."

LANCASTER BARFLY (PA)-- "a patische of finely tuned female-fronted folk rock that hangs around the meeting point between Joni Mitchell, Patty Griffin and Beth Orton."

RALEIGH SPECTATOR-- "beautifully throaty, melodic voice belting meticulous poems... a truly talented songwriter"

INDIE-MUSIC.COM-- "You could fall miles into Arielle Silver’s powerful voice.... [Silver] delves deep into life and extracts teh deepest of emotions."

THE NOISE-- "There’s a perfect voice and perfect musicianship on this... an urgency, passion, and honesty in the voice and intelligence in the writing and arranging... a melancholy that hangs over this that just seems right."

Sherri Mullen, Regional Director, NASHVILLE SONGWRITERS ASSOC. INTL. -- "Sultry vocals, intimate lyrics, layered flawlessly over elegant musical arrangements, make singer/songwriter Arielle Silver's unique style of alternative jazz-infused pop a refreshing and exciting new addition to today's AAA market"

Lyrics

Perhaps it is the Rain

Written By: Arielle Silver

Perhaps it is the rain about to fall
Or the phone's just begging to call
Maybe my memories belie
the truths of you and I
Perhaps it is the rain

Tonight it's raining in Boston
and I am lost in thoughts of you
Darlin', just pick up the phone
don't leave me alone and lost in you

I am a transient moving on
after years immersion in you
What do I do with this language I honed?
Your careful accent I knew?
Perhaps it is the rain

Tonight it's raining in Boston
and I am lost in thoughts of you
Darlin', just pick up the phone
don't leave me alone and lost in you

Perhaps it is the rain,
and I am the sun.
You said, "always the sun"
to your hard rain

So now on the eve of the day that marks a year since I left your shores
Can you feel the rain and the edgy dark, no sign of relief in the weather report
Perhaps it is the rain

Something Pretty Something True

Written By: Arielle Silver

I could use a little confession
Let it loose from your tongue
No need for discretion
Do not leave this thing unsung
We are scared and we tiptoe,
We are timid and too careful
We try not to move the air
or to say how much we care

Tell me something pretty, something true
Tell me something pretty, something true

I could use a little caring
Hold me in your arms
When I feel my heart is tearing
Will you bandage up the parts?
We are carbon and dust,
We are strange in our ways
Making circles in our sand,
Weighing options with no plans

Come on and tell me something pretty, something true

I want something heavy
I want something bold
Something I’ll remember when I’m old

I could use a little direction
Offer me your hand
Shower me with some affection
Let me know just where I stand
This is worth everything you or I could ever do
Are you so brave when I look at you and say,

Why don’t you tell me something pretty, something true
Tell me something pretty, something true
Tell me something pretty, something true

Prefer You Were A Girl

Written By: Arielle Silver

The rain slaps her umbrella like a parental reprimand
How many times can she be warned?
The puddles dance in the darkness like lights around a Christmas tree
Flickering, dizzying, decorating, suffocating the dying tree
For all of its glitz and glamour,
Times Square neon lights, lite Broadway clamour
There's nothing New York couldn't offer
Company of strangers from birth to coffin

She'd prefer you were a girl but she's lonely and it's late,
and yesterday she was lonely just the same
In all of New York she can't find a bar or cafe
In all of her writing she can't find a way to say
She'd prefer you were a girl but it's lonely and it's late

She mentions many things one time only and never again
And if you ask she'll say she'd in pain, but she can't name the art of the torture
A reflection in a window shop says she's cold without and within
It seems reflections and shadows lately speak more clearly.

CHORUS

She never did really choose this life
She'd not sure if this world is her sort of place
She's not sure if her parents had asked on that fateful night of conception,
She would not have asked them to stop the action

CHORUS

Odessa

Written By: Arielle Silver

The best dressed cowboy in Odessa is blinder than a bat
And when he takes the stage, he thinks the place is packed
He says he tried to go to Nashville back once when he was young
But the ladder's pretty tall there and he couldn't catch a rung

He's got one hand on his whiskey, he's got the other on a beer
He ain't never seen the sun but the moonshine's clear

In Odessa

Then there's long-haired Ron Duvall,
He once saw Crosby, Stills and Nash
To hear him tell it now you'd think that 10 years hadn't passed
He dreams of having his own band but he can't sing to save his life
Well he's up there on the stage singing Our House to his wife

He's flicking out his cigarette as he downs another beer
He knows everything is dusty but the moonshine's clear

Odessa
your water's laced with oil
Odessa,
They're pumping out your schoolyard soil
You break a man before he's grown
But how is to go
When Odessa, you're all he knows

Those Friday Night Lights on your television screen
They shine brighter than any you'll ever see

Lucky Rabbit thinks he's different because he graduated school
But he came back after college like a visionary fool
He thinks he can make a change and I know he cannot tell
There ain't nothing here for anyone unless you've got an oil well

Your water's laced with oil
Odessa,
They're pumping out your schoolyard soil
You break a man before he's grown
But how is to go
When Odessa, you're all he knows

Odessa

Written By: Arielle Silver

The best dressed cowboy in Odessa
Is blinder than a bat
And when he takes the stage to sing
He thinks the place is packed
He says he tried to go to Nashville
Back once when he was young
But the ladder's pretty tall there
And he couldn't catch a rung

He's got one hand on his whiskey, he's got the other on a beer
He ain't never seen the sun but the moonshine's clear

In Odessa

Then there's long-haired Ron Duvall
He once saw Crosby, Stills and Nash
To hear him tell it now
You'd think that 10 years hadn't passed
He dreams of having his own band
But he can't sing to save his life
Well he's up there on the stage
Singing Our House to his wife

He's flicking out his cigarette as he downs another beer
He knows everything is dusty but the moonshine's clear

Odessa
your water's laced with oil
Odessa,
They're pumping out your schoolyard soil
You break a man before he's grown
But how is to go
When Odessa, you're all he knows

Those Friday Night Lights on your television screen
They shine brighter than any you'll ever see

Lucky Rabbit thinks he's different
'Cause he graduated school
But he came back after college
Like a visionary fool
He thinks he can make a change
And I know he cannot tell
There ain't nothing here for anyone
Unless you've got an oil well

Your water's laced with oil
Odessa,
They're pumping out your schoolyard soil
You break a man before he's grown
But how is to go
When Odessa, you're all he knows

New Orleans

Written By: Arielle Silver

Just a trumpet wailing dixie at the St. Paul skywalk sign
Brings me back home to the delta before the water got too high
And funny how it grips me that this river rolling by
Is the same ol' Mississippi as the one I left behind

My mama always said see the good stuff in the bad
My mama always said give thanks for what you have

So no worries about no termites
No garden left to hoe
And we ain't gotta save
To paint the walls no more
Do you know what it means
To be missing New Orleans

Magnolias fell like bowling pins, the Buick floated off
We took a door right off the hinge and sailed down St. Charles
We sailed over street signs as the town began to burn
We sailed over bodies, said goodbye to our 9th Ward

My mama always said see the good stuff in the bad
My mama always said give thanks for what you have

So no worries about no termites
No garden left to hoe
And we ain't gotta save
To paint the walls no more
Do you know what it means
To be missing New Orleans

I prayed to God
I prayed to the President
I bargained everything
That I had left

We hitchhiked to the airport
Caught a Coast Guard cargo plane
They said we'd fly it into Houston
But we landed in Belle Plaine
Do you know what it means...

But no worries about no termites
No garden left to hoe
And we ain't gotta save
To paint the walls no more
Do you know what it means
To be missing New Orleans

Kisses For Christmas

Written By: Arielle Silver, Andri Leonardo, Chris Florio, Scott Manley

When I was just a girl of 4
I'd listen to the Christmas lore
The angels and the wise men came
Then Rudolph and his reindeer games
The church bells ringing cheerful songs
The magic of old Santa Claus

When I was just a girl of 12
I'd listen to the Christmas bells
I'd see the gifts below the tree
And think about the ones for me
The tinsel and the pretty bows
The little lights all set aglow

Chorus:
Don't you know
All my wishes for Christmas are kisses from you
In the magic of Christmas
I'm hoping my wishes come true

I used to wish for pretty things
Like unicorns and angel wings
A gentle frost upon the ground
And Christmas carols all around
But now there's just one thing I need
When we're all gathered Christmas Eve

(Chorus)

I want you to catch my eyes a-glimmer
As the snowflakes shine and shimmer
We won't even feel the cold
Under the mistletoe

(Chorus)

Discography

somethingprettysomethingtrue: 2006 LP CD
On The Dashboard of a Shaky Car: 2005 EP CD
3 Minute Song: 1999 LP CD

Set List

Arielle performs solo, with a trio, quartet and quintet, depending on the venue and occassion.