Brad Colerick

Brad Colerick

 South Pasadena, California, USA
SoloFolkAmericana

Billboard called Colerick "one of a baker's dozen of acts to watch in the folk community around the world." His CDs have been in the top 5 of the Folk DJ and Euro-Americana charts. Finalist at Kerrville, Rocky Mountain Folks Fest, Falcon Ridge, and Sisters Folk Festival. Has worked with Johnny Cash, BB King, and Shawn Colvin.

Biography

Billboard Magazine called Brad Colerick "one of a baker's dozen of acts to watch in the folk community around the world." He moved from his native Nebraska to Los Angeles in 1986 and built a successful career making music for commercials where he wrote and produced ditties recorded by such musical icons as BB King, Shawn Colvin, Buddy Guy, Amy Grant, The Chi-Lites, and the late Johnny Cash.

Colerick's 4th CD, Tucson, was released October 21, 2014. Full of guitars, banjo, pedal steel, and fiddle, this record lands firmly into the Americana wheelhouse. The natural imagery and resilient characters of songs like “Late Winter Snow,” “The Hands of Time,” and the bluegrassy “Brakeman’s Door” hark back to his Nebraska roots.

A finalist at Kerville, Rocky Mountain Folks Fest, Falcon Ridge, and Sisters Folk Festival songwriter competitions, Colerick’s music blends Americana, Folk, and Country and seeps into your heart with a single listen. His finely wrought, plainspoken lyrics find the poetry in everyday language.

Colerick's 2007 release, Lines In The Dirt, featured a duet with country songstress Suzy Bogguss. He has appeared on stage with Bogguss, Canadian fiddler April Verch, and legendary West Coast pickers Chris Hillman and Herb Pedersen — all of whom have appeared on Colerick’s CDs.


Lyrics

Juarez

Written By: Brad Colerick/Ed Tree

I was done out of money
I was dry as a bone
Standing on a corner in Juarez, Mexico
Outside Camila’s Cantina
I caught a glimpse of hope
When a gentle man began to speak to me
He said he used to travel to El Norte
To work the San Joaquin
A locket from his mother would ease the suffering
There were days as dry as ashes
And nights as cold as hell
But faith and desperation served him well
If you see him you will know him
By the look upon his face
His left eye kinda twinkles
From the light of peace and grace
He said he speaks in any language
But he favors Español
Oh, Jesus lives in Juarez, Mexico
Well I could see it in his fingers
I could hear it in his voice
The years had not been kind to one
Who clearly had no choice
He was baptized in the waters
Of the restless Rio Grande
Now he's found a peaceful place to call his home

Chorus

Then it suddenly came clear to me
Just who this wise man was
I wondered if I'd get to see
The miracles he does
So I started in to tell him just where my life went wrong
But it didn't seem to matter anymore
If you get down to El Paso
Be sure to cross the border
Especially if you need
To get your life in order
Outside Camila’s Cantina
That's where you can save your soul
Oh, Jesus lives in Juarez, Mexico

Chorus

He can speak in any language
Pero el mas prefierde Español
Oh, Jesus lives in Juarez, Mexico

Let Her Fall In Love

Written By: Brad Colerick

Take a lady by the hand, now
Walk her in the moonlight
Tell her that the starlight
Is shining on her just right
Then whisper in her ear, now
Tell her how you feel, now
Put your heart out on your sleeve
And let her fall in love
Don't ask how, just do it now
Don't let another dark day go by
Don’t hide what’s in your heart
Gotta live a little life before it's over
Take a lady by the hand, now
And lead her to the dance floor
Tip the band to play more
Old-time country that she'll adore
Then pull her in real close
When they play a slow waltz
Then dip her down low, low, low
And let her fall in love
Sometimes life can sweep you up
Into things you should be giving up
Life is short, short and sweet
Gotta have a little fun before it's over
Take some old fashioned chivalry
And mix a little romantic comedy
Tip your hat, find a four-leaf clover
Let her fall in love, don't bowl her over
Take a lady by the hand, now
Walk her in the moonlight
Tell her that the starlight
Is dancing on her so nice
Then whisper in her ear, now
Tell her how you feel, now
Put your heart out on your sleeve
And let her fall in love
Then dip her down low, low, low, so low
And let her fall in love
Let her fall in love

Sweet Corn

Written By: Brad Colerick

These summer winds are blowin' in my face again
That red hot sun is taking its toll
The only thing that can pick me up
And give me strength and change my luck
Is a great big, glorious pot of gold

I want sweet corn for dinner
Sweet corn to feed my soul
Sweet corn, been waiting all summer
Little bit o’ butter and a pinch of salt and pepper
And a drop o’ Tapatio on my sweet corn

I want sweet corn for dinner
Sweet corn to feed my soul
Sweet corn, been waiting all summer
Little bit o’ butter and a pinch of salt and pepper
And a drop o’ Tapatio on my sweet corn

Row by row by row by row
Every little kernel has got to go
Row by row by row by ray
The sun goes down on a perfect day

We got sweet corn for dinner
Sweet corn to feed my soul
Sweet corn, it’s been a long summer
Get the burgers flippin'
We got lemon tea for sippin'
Oh my, I got a hankerin' for sweet corn

I want sweet corn for dinner
Sweet corn to free my soul
Sweet corn, been a long summer
Little bit o’ butter and a pinch of salt and pepper
And a drop o’ Tapatio on my sweet corn

A little bit o’ butter
Pinch of salt and pepper
A drop o’ Tapatio
No lo quiero frio
Holy my-o me-o we got sweet corn

Nashville

Written By: Brad Colerick

I don’t want to die in Nashville
I don’t want to wake up one day
Buried at the pristine gates
Sacred ground of the greats
I don’t want to let it go that way
Johnny would have called me a coward
But in the words of the great Harlan Howard
I don’t want to die… in Nashville

I don’t have the heart for Nashville
I don’t wanna squelch this flame
It’s burning like my soul’s on fire
Shouting like an old town crier
I don’t want to burn out here
‘Cause one hit and a lifetime of heartbreak
Is more than this self-doubting man can take
I don’t want to die… in Nashville

Maybe I’ll go down to Jackson
And open up my guitar case on the street
Right there in the shadow of the steeple
I’ll play my heart out for the people
And keep these songs alive
Well don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate this place
But when I go I want a touch of grace
Just a touch of grace

I don’t want to die in Nashville
I don’t want to die in Nashville
Got some mighty good friends here but I still
Well Billy Block lives here but I still
Don’t want to die in Nashville, in Nashville



This Is What I Do (Mighty Keeper)

Written By: Brad Colerick

The colors all seem to run together
As they reach out from the canvas
And tell me what I’m feeling
And I can hear every thought inside me
‘Til the dog next door begins to sound the warning
He says...

Here I am, look at me
I’m the mighty keeper of all that you see
I’ve been around this block a time or two
These are my people here and this is what I do
This is what I do

And then it dawns on me
I’m just like that canine
Barking orders that often fall on deaf ears
I can strum on this box of rosewood
And scribble words down on this notebook paper like...

Here I am, look at me
I’m the mighty keeper of all that you see
I’ve been around this block a time or two
These are my people here, and this is what I do
This is what I do

Oh, nothing lasts forever now
And the puzzle fits together somehow

The years are starting to run together like the
Colors of the painting I chose to put on this wall
But that was my choice
Or was it my wife
Who wanted just a bit more color ‘round here

Well here I am, look at me
I’m the mighty keeper of all that you see
I’ve been around this block, seems like a lifetime or two
These are my people here and this is what I do
This is what I do
This is what I do

I sing about you and you and you...

Late Winter Snow

Written By: Brad Colerick

Can’t see what I’m holding on to

Another storm that should have blown on through
But here it is, the middle of the night

And this ain’t right, no it’s just not right

I don’t know how I can miss you
When you’ve been gone from here so long
I thought things would change
But those thoughts have come and gone

Like snow
A late winter snow
And how could I know

That these cold winds were gonna blow
Like a late winter snow

I’m not the man that I used to be

With all my footsteps still in front of me
I never thought it would be like this

But here it is, baby here it is

Every time I thought that I might find you again
Nothing but a white out up ahead

I thought time was on our side

But this time it’s come and gone

Like snow
A late winter snow
And how could I know
That these cold winds were gonna blow
Like a late winter

Twenty-three years is a good long time

To have and to hold and to be just fine

Maybe someday we’ll understand what happened here
When the skies are clear

But right now all I see is snow, snow...

Discography

Aurora - 1984
Token Dreams - 1987
Cottonwood - 2006
Lines In The Dirt - 2007
When I'm Gone - 2009
Tucson - 2014

Set List

Typically two 45 minute sets -- 95% originals.

Come What May
My California
Merciful Man
Eve Ate The Apple
Will You Be There
Remember Me
Paperboy
Nashville
Paper In Heaven
Sweet Corn
Leave It All Behind

Juarez
Lines In The Dirt
Let Her Fall In Love
Ring Of Fire
Cottonwood
'Til Something Better Comes Along
Time Away
We're Gonna Laugh
When I'm Gone