Brady

Brady

BandAmericanaAcoustic

Soulful, driving Americana folk, blues, and country.

Biography

Brady is a Solo/Duo/Trio singer/songwriter playing energetic, soulful acoustic Americana. Classically trained in theatre and voice, Brady can slide effortlessly between folk, dirt floor blues, reluctant country, and driving bluegrass. With over 100 songs of his own and 300 covers, Brady has the variety of material necessary to please the most discerning of audiences.

When accompanied, Brady employs musicians of exquisite cross-genre ability, such as Windham Hill recording and performing artist Sean Harkness (guitar), Bob Coons (guitar, Jerry Garcia Band), Gordon Stone (Banjo and Pedal Steel for GSB, Phish, Pine Island, and many others). Brady has shared the stage with Reid Genauer (Assembly of Dust, Strangefolk), Spookie Daly Pride, MTV music licensing phenoms Motorplant, members of the Jerry Garcia Band, NYC East Village ragtime sensation Chris Lowe (Van Ronk ragtime) and more.

If you are looking for a family friendly show sung by a thoughtful, clever tunesmith, a toe tapping cover show with a rippin' lead player, or any combination of the two, you have found it.

Brady has a proven track record in colleges, bars, listening rooms and ski resorts from New York City to Boulder, CO.

Drawing from a dizzying array of influences, your audiences will love him for his voice, his lyrical sensibility, his self-effacing humor, and the variety of his songwriting styles.

Lyrics

Humble Pie

Written By: Nathan Brady Crain

I believed you when you told me that you’d be true.
I believed you when you said your day was through.
Well I defend the fool I was, because I trusted in our love would never end.
And I believed you when you told me that you’d be true.

Well my friends told me, little honey, you’d done me wrong.
All then words that you’d told me, just a pretty song.
Well they asked me when I told them I believed you, how I like my humble pie.
Well my friends told me, little honey, you done me wrong.

Ch:
When you get your humble pie,
Do you get it in your eye?
Do you get it in your face?
Do you duck and leave the place?
When you get your humble pie,
Do you throw rocks at the sky?
Do you tell them that they’re wrong?
Do you sing a pretty song?
When you get your humble pie,
Do you hide somewhere and cry,
Cause you aint strong?

I believed you when you told me that you’d be true.
I believed you when you said your day was through.
Well I defend the fool I was, because I trusted in our love would never end.
And I believed you when you told me that you’d be true.

When I found you with your friend in our abode,
I remembered, what mine told me, and I was sold.
Ch:
Well there’s many ways to eat your humble pie,
Too many to be told.
I believe I’ll have my humble pie a la mode.

You Can't Handle the Blues (Single)

Written By: Michael Gould, Nathan Brady Crain

Now I look tall, but I’ve been taller.
And if I seem small, well I’ve been smaller.
Done so many things, but aint never been caught.
I know that I been sold, but I aint never been bought.
So many things, we could have owned,
But you’da sold ‘em all just to stay stoned, but

Ch:
You say its better now, for me to lose.
Aint nothing left for you to chose.
There’s just one thing I’d like to say,
Before we give it up, and go our way:
It’s an unfortunate, important clue:
You cant handle the blues.

Now you and me, we aint got much in common,
And if she aint here, you’d best go call your mamma.
Cause once we get started, there aint no stopping.
I might get mad, but you’re still going to go shopping.
Cause when life deals these little love lessons,
You’d best get in bed, and I’ll get undressing, but

Ch:

Now I’m fooling ‘round, with this here guitar,
And I hope you’ll tell me when I’ve gone too far.
So many things, my father said,
I just wish that I still had them in my head.
And if this is the end, well I know that I’ve tried.
I hope you laughed cause now I’m gonna go cry, cause

Ch:

Good Enough

Written By: Nathan Brady Crain

Met a man named Woe,
And a woman named Desire,
Between feelin' sorry,
They felt all on fire.
He don't know,
And she don't understand,
She just knows she loves it
When he holds her hand.

Ch:
In a town with shingles on the houses,
Tarpaper on the garage,
Good is good enough for today.
Good is good enough for today.
In a time when there's little
Time to follow dreams,
We find ourselves a space,
Another day when we can breathe.
In a town with shingles on the houses,
Tarpaper on the garage,
Good is good enough for today.
Good is good enough for today.

He holds her and she cries
As she looks Woe in the eyes.
It's a very lucky man,
Holds his desire in his hands.
What kind of life is that?
What kind of world can she know,
To spend her lifetime held
In the arms of her Woe?

Ch:
In a town with shingles on the houses,
Tarpaper on the garage,
Good is good enough for today.
Good is good enough for today.
In a time when there's little
Time to follow dreams,
We find ourselves a space,
Another day when we can breathe.
In a town with shingles on the houses,
Tarpaper on the garage,
Good is good enough for today.
Good is good enough for today.

Discography

"Blow It All" - a live album recorded at the Flynn Theatre in Burlington, VT.

You Can't Handle the Blues - a single at 400 country and 600 acoustic radio stations.

Set List

Straight original folk, blues, country, and Irish songs, original comedic songs (including spoofs), and hundreds of covers of every stripe.