Benjy Davis Project

Benjy Davis Project

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This 6 member group draws heavily from modern rock and the musical diversity of the band's Louisiana origins- Heartfelt acoustic/electric rock with strong emphasis on melody, harmonies and articulate songwriting.

Biography

In the wide world of American music, certain bands have a way of building an exciting life for themselves away from the glare of national attention. Much of that is because of the relationship the group has with its fans. It usually starts in small clubs or even backyards in their hometown, then spreads to nearby cities, neighboring states and soon across entire regions, until the band finally comes into its own as a national presence.
The Benjy Davis Project is poised to take on that presence. They’ve spent the past six years building fan strongholds around the U.S., releasing three albums that capture their unique force. Davis’s songs speak to the ability of music to move an audience, as seen in countless nights of touring and performing. There comes a point in a breakthrough band’s career where they finally turn that corner into greatness. With the release September 18th on Real Records of the Benjy Davis Project’s new album, Dust, this Baton Rouge, Louisiana-based band now moves into that moment.
“I want to reach people and hopefully touch them in some way.” That’s how Benjy Davis describes his mission, and music is his medium. It’s always been that way for him, since he was a young teenager in Louisiana, listening to everything on the radio, taking it all in until it would be his time to step up and become an artist. He formed the Benjy Davis Project in 2001, which began as a simple folk-rock duo but soon grew into one of the most popular bands in Baton Rouge. Mic Capdevielle (drums) was the other part of the duo with Benjy Davis in the beginning, and said “when Benjy and I got this ball rolling, I could tell that this ball would never stop. Our relationship goes further than just musically and that’s what makes this ball work."
Eventually expanding into a six-piece group, the Project has recorded three albums prior to Dust, each a big leap from the one before, and played across the country as headliners and support act on shows with John Mayer, Better Than Ezra, North Mississippi All-Stars and others, as well as events like the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. All this experience has brought them to that place where they can become the next band to take their Southern-based sound to a new level of national popularity.
The new album was produced by David Z., whose talents have helped ensure the transformation of such artists as Prince, Fine Young Cannibals, Jonny Lang, Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Big Head Todd & the Monsters from cutting edge to mainstream artists. David Z summed up his experience working with the group this way. “I have striven to find artistic and musical originality my whole career and discovered it was very rare. In a world of imitators and posers, the Benjy Davis Project was a lightning bolt of reality to me. We ran through every emotion working on this recording, and I believe it shows in the music. Benjy is a true American poet and the band are real artists.”
Dust is the culmination of all the best creative parts from the band’s past, in a sound and style that proves they’re totally in the moment. The Benjy Davis Project has made an album that highlights all their many strengths. From the emotional heights of “The Rain” and “Whose God?” to heartfelt romantic classics like “I Love You” and “Green and Blue,” the band sounds like they were in the right place at the right time with the perfect producer.
There is such a sound of emotional freedom on the album, it’s obvious the band has truly found themselves. The musical backdrop to each song frames Davis’s vocals in a way that brings out his most soulful expression. Like most great musicians, there is a point in their playing when natural abilities take over; it’s almost like an underwritten code that each member of the band now knows, and the way they interact with each other during the entire album signals that as a group, they’ve fully arrived.
Michael Galasso (harmonica, keyboards, vocals) describes the music of the Benjy Davis Project as “music with a real sense of where it came from. We aren't discovering new musical frontiers, but we are delivering honest and real music that people of all ages and tastes can relate to. People like us for the same reason they like music from the sixties and seventies. There is no faking it. There is no manipulation. It is straight forward and honest, but it is also relevant.” There are so many moments of revelation on Dust, it’s clear that Benjy Davis and the band have achieved a defining moment in their career. The idea of permanence and heritage has always been at the heart of the Benjy Davis Project. Each member understands the proud tradition of Southern-influenced music, and has a lot to continue and uphold.
In the South, music is seen as a social glue that brings whole communities together, something listeners of all types can share as they experience it. Whether it’s soul, rock, country, jazz, zydeco o

Lyrics

The Day That I Die

Written By: Benjy Davis

Day That I Die

Late last night I was sitting down with my friends
Listening to the radio
Then a question was asked when a kid called in
This is how it goes

If you only had an hour to live
What would you do?
I looked around at all of my friends
And smiled 'cause they knew

We'd be sittin' at a bar drinking coors lite
Sucking on a fat blunt, packed thick, rolled tight
Talking to the fine-ass girl that's sitting right next to me
Starting shit with people that could beat us, writing songs about it
Lord I hope I'm still alive
The day that I die

I hope my death is far away
I hope I live to see another New Years Day
I hope my kids will sing the same songs that were sang by me but
I know tastes will always change
Pour out a cold one for me
The day that I die

CHORUS

BRIDGE: I wonder if I'll wonder why, I watched my whole life pass me by

Whose God?

Written By: Benjy Davis

World peace, world war
Little one, what are you dying for?
Well at least you have the ambiguity of a metaphor
That we've heard, for we taught
For we've learned not to question a second thought
But I’ve had quite a lot these days, yeah

Whoa, what in the hell is going on
whoa this is impossible!

There's a beautiful baby girl being born
wrong place, wrong time
With a heart and a soul and a family torn,
at the drop of a borderline.
There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm
of missiles and land mines

And I don't know what to say
oh, whose god would want it this way?

So I call up a friend and we talk, talked about everything
From the end of the world
to the start and the in between
Well I’m not a religious man
but I do think I understand
That peace wasn't just some dead man's dream, yeah!
Whoa, this is impossible!

There's a beautiful baby girl being born
wrong place, wrong time
With a heart and a soul and a family torn
at the drop of a borderline.
There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm
of missiles and land mines

And I don't know what to say
oh, whose god would want it this way?

Ever wonder if why you're alive is because you were born on the winning team?
Ever looked at the TV and thought about how this is really happening?
Ever said something stupid with no idea how powerful those words would be?

Oh, I don't know what to say
oh, whose god would want it this way?

Sweet Southern Moon

Written By: Benjy Davis

There's a break in the fence between the sixth and seventh tree
Just wide enough to fit an SUV
You can’t see it from the river road;
it's hidden by the leaves
But I’ll show you if you promise
that you won't say anything

Take it easy going up
spinning tires will get you stuck
We’ll be right back down at the bottom of the levee
Take it even easier going down
that grass stays muddy all year round
But get going fast at the path
and keep it steady

I tell my parents we were going to the movies, yeah
The movie in the middle of the woods

And we were screaming down the river road
smiling at the fading
City lights in my rear view
looking for the break in the fence
That a few of my friends and I took a handsaw to
We had all the right ingredients
for doing something new
Drank some brews
had a great time marinating
In that sweet, sweet southern moon

She was pristine
I was fifteen
Nothing to lose but my virginity
And I did right there
under that magnolia tree
And I don't remember anything
I remember how she felt
Lord, I remember everything
I remember it oh so well

And I see her now
running barefoot down the driveway
Jumping in my front seat in those faded old pj's

We were screaming down the river road
smiling at the fading
City lights in my rear view
Looking for the place she feels safe
not a soul around
lay a little blanket down... woo woo woo
We had all the right ingredients
for doing something new
Made my move
revved her upright
Marinating in that sweet, sweet southern moon

Haven’t been here in a few years
So I brought along this old guitar and a few beers
Guess I had a feeling I’d write a song
Sitting here I can hear that river echo
With the memories I’m glad I have
I will never let go of

Screaming down the river road
smiling at the fading
City lights in my rear view
looking for the break in the fence
That a few of my friends and I took a handsaw to
We had all the right ingredients
for doing something new
Drank some brews, had a great time
Marinating in that sweet, sweet summer

Smoking joints down by the river
stoned and laughing under
You’re in my heart; you are a part of me
You sweet, sweet southern moon

There’s a break in the fence between the sixth and seventh tree
Just wide enough to fit an SUV

She Ain't Got Love

Written By: Benjy Davis

So you say you love her
So you say she loves you too

She calls you names but you pretend you didn’t hear her

I hope you open your eyes
Devil in an angel’s disguise
She ain’t got love
She ain’t got love

So you pray she never leaves you
Everyday her words deceive you

She’s telling you lies,
And it’s making you look like a fool,
Look around and you’ll see that I’m telling the truth
She’s insane, come on, man,
Look around
Toss it up and leave her down

I hope you open your eyes
Devil in an angel’s disguise
She ain’t got love
She ain’t got love

You know you’d be better off
Some rainy day you’ll discover
That isn’t rain out there falling at all
It’s the blood of a suffering self-esteem
Puddling up at the feet of a fool

Repeat Chorus

214

Written By: Benjy Davis

I can smell the last three days spent sitting in this seat
These past few million miles have been a trial on me
State to state and date-to-date, my fate has brought me here
And I’m a long-gone, lost and lonely, looking down

Passion got the best of me
And now I’m coming clean
The life that we believe we live is far too much a dream

And it’s a home about as real as the horizon
And it’s chasing me away
I leave behind a paper trail to someone far away
Where I can feel like I belong and I belong there

Drop my bags in 214
Collapse onto the mattress
Peacefully surrender to the gravity that grabs me
Close my eyes for twenty minutes
Alarm goes off and wakes me up
To entertain the empty bar in town

Looking for the best of me
And living in between
If anyone could set me free, it’d have to be a dream ‘cause it’s

Home about as true as the illusion
And it’s chasing me away
I leave behind a paper trail to someone far away
Where I can feel like I belong and I belong there
I want to feel like I belong and I belong there
I need to feel like I belong and I belong there

Louisiana Saturday Night

Written By: Benjy Davis

I remember being young, hell I think I still am.
Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate
Sippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam shebam.
That's the last thing I recall, hell I heard I had a ball.
I was sitting sort of crooked stable staring at the stars,
Overwhelmed by how many cars were parked at bars.
Could this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
Is this my calling? Am I falling, is this what I need?

It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?

Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over
I ain't got a lighter what I do I use the stove stova.
Take another shower wipe it over rover chauffeur coming in a half an hour.
Said I, "To the backseat," ain't call shotgun driver sitting crooked in the driver's seat.
Good God! Am I gonna die?
Just another picture missing from the newspaper see you later
turn that funky radio up. Turn that radio up.

It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?

I'm bored talking 'bout the night
'Cause we all know Louisiana sets it up right
With the band playing front stage never make the front page
Living off a dollar in the hopes I get a good wage.
Shout out everybody clap for the fine little girl in the second row back
With the blonde hair mini skirt nice legs tight shirt,
Sipping on a beer like a true Baton Rouge beauty should act.

It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?

Discography

2007 - Dust - Real Records
2005 - The Angie House - Real Records
2004 - The Practice Sessions - Real Records
2002 - More Than Local - Real Records
(numerous downloadable songs available)
*2003 - Johnny's Blues (A Tribute to Johnny Cash) - features several BDP members backing Grammy
Award Winner Clarence 'Gatemouth' Brown.
2003 & 2004 - Featured on Louisiana Arts Council CD(s).

Set List

All-original set might last 45 minutes or 3 hours covering 40+ songs