C. Daniel Boling

C. Daniel Boling

 Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
SoloFolkTraditional

"Think of a subtle intertwining of Steve Goodman, John Prine and Tom Paxton." -- Fred Schmale, Real Roots Café -- www.realrootscafe.com

Biography

2014 WINNER - NEW FOLK songwriter contest, Kerrville Folk Festival

"Daniel's songs are filled with sweet imagery and infallible word
craft, and his live performances bring another dimension of energy
and charm."

– Steve Gillette

 "A creative, entertaining singer-songwriter who can stand up to the best in the business. ... clever, insightful lyrics and lovely melodies... His live show is entertaining from beginning to end, with songs ranging from serious to totally hilarious. I recommend him highly!"
– Linda Bolton / Booking Agent for David Mallett


 "Every once in a while, a songwriter comes along whose lyrics make me perk up my ears and listen. Daniel Boling is one of those great discoveries. His lyrics, his music, his sensitivity to not only everyday life but also the ways of the world, make him an extraordinary singer-songwriter. I could listen to him for hours."
– Wanda Fischer, The Hudson River Sampler, WAMC-FM, Albany, NY



*****

2014 Winner of the Grassy Hill Kerrville New Folk songwriter contest, Daniel shares experiences from a life well-lived in places as far-ranging as Okinawa, Japan, and Padre Island, Texas. This balladeer /songwriter with the friendly tenor brings his well-crafted story songs to happy audiences coast-to-coast and in Europe in over one hundred shows a year, from House Concerts and listening rooms to major festivals (Kerrville, Winfield, Woody Guthrie, and others).

Born into a traveling Air Force family, he later worked as a National Park Ranger (yes, the gun-toting kind) and as a Criminal Investigator for the US Bureau of Land Management. He started touring at 50, an age when most guys are planning their retirement. He’s released seven albums since 1999 including "These Houses" produced by Jono Manson, released April of 2016 on the Berkalin Records label, and considered for Grammy Nomination as "Best Folk Album".

Daniel’s songs tell interesting stories about a variety of characters, including himself. He plays the guitar and banjitar (a banjo/guitar hybrid) with a deft fingerpicking style that always enhances the stories, and a bit of harmonica into the bargain. His clear tenor draws positive comparisons to John Denver and Pete Seeger, and like Pete, Daniel is happiest when his audiences sing too!

There’s a lot of Steve Goodman in Daniel’s delivery and storytelling. You can also hear the influence of other classic folk singers and songs from the great American folk tradition. It’s no surprise that iconic Appalachian folk singer Jean Ritchie is his second cousin. He’s had the pleasure to share the stage with Tom Chapin, Small Potatoes, Jack Williams, Tim Henderson, John Flynn and many more. He’s won numerous songwriting awards including Kerrville New Folk, Walnut Valley Festival, Santa Fe bluegrass and Old Time Festival, Albuquerque Folk Festival, and Woody Guthrie Folk Festival.

There’s a reason that Still on the Hill calls him “one of the most talented songwriters on the circuit.” Whether or not you’ve walked the very same roads, you can’t help but relate to these songs – and no matter what your story is, you’ll love Daniel’s.

Lyrics

MAMA'S RADIO

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfecty Stable Music / ASCAP

Daddy was a dirt poor farmer preaching to the Kansas corn
Mama’d been a high school charmer, 32 when I was born
Grew up counting every penny, who’d feel any richer though
Listening to my favorite show on my Mama’s radio

I turned 14 in ’63, on my birthday Mama said
There’s no money for a present, I wrote you a poem instead
Mailed it to a competition – we might win, you never know
So we tuned in KCMO on my Mama’s radio

Life at home was rarely pretty, hand to heart I have to say
But sometimes heaven spares some pity – me and Mama won that day

Mama’s eyes filled up with tears – she hugged me like she’d seldom done
Laughing, crying all together – always know I love you, son
That’s one birthday I remember even now I’m getting old
Faith and fate combined with hope, and my own transistor radio

Looking back I know she loved me even times it didn’t show
I keep her picture and that poem right here on my radio
On my Mama’s radio

I Brought the War with Me

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

My mind is a worn out hotel
But every room’s full every night of the year
I really wish I could invite you all in
But there’s no space for any more here

Everything I lived through in Iraq
Inside and outside of the wire
Lives in my head – wells up in my heart
Gnawing, unquenchable fire

Most of the time I can hold it at bay
Make folks who don’t know me believe I’m OK
I never faced battle completely alone
Till I brought the war with me when I came back home

Innocent trash on the roadside for you
Is a reason to panic for me
Some loser got lazy you figure
I figure it looks like a damn I.E.D.

Must have used up all that courage I had
Over there fighting the war
Back home now lying in my own bed
Can’t walk out my own front door

But most of the time I can hold it at bay
Make folks who don’t know me believe I’m OK
I never faced battle completely alone
Till I brought the war with me when I came back home

I honor my brothers and sisters who fight
We rally to each other’s need
But there is no honor among politicians
Who think every wound has to bleed

I never faced battle completely alone
Till I brought the war with me when I came back home

Dad's Garage

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Sleeves rolled up, work gloves on, dust mask on my face
Time to sort and pack and load and ship my Papa’s place
Chunks of chain, hunks of board
A couple dozen scriptures of the Lord
Things we can’t, things we must
Under forty years of dust

Chest waders with the feet cut off
Hangin’ on the wall of my Dad’s garage
I don’t know what he kept ‘em for
But I’m pretty sure he never wore
Those chest waters with the feet cut off
Unless maybe he lost his mind
But when somebody goes through things of mine
No tellin’ just what they’ll find

That throne-shaped toilet paper holder really reeks of class
A Victorian-era serving tray with dead moths under glass
What to keep, what to throw
Who the heck is ever gonna know
What we pitch, what we save
Take that secret to my grave

Grandpa wired with these pliers, I’ll keep them for sure
And this pistol Mama’s Mama’s Daddy carried in the war
But what to do with all this stuff
Every house already has enough
Give a bunch of things away
Pity our own kids someday

There’s chest waders with the feet cut off
Hangin’ on the wall of my Dad’s garage
I don’t know what he kept ‘em for
But I’m pretty sure he never wore
Those chest waters with the feet cut off
Unless maybe he lost his mind
But when somebody goes through things of mine
No tellin’ just what they’ll find

Cause I’ve got: Pay stubs clear back to the 60s
Blue jeans that no longer fit me
Bags of rusty used guitar strings
Projects left undone
Fallout from a Jack of all trades
Junk that hasn’t budged in decades
In my mind the choir sings
You are your father’s son

Ruby Slippers

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

There’s no place like home
That’s the way the story goes
And you can’t get there from here
As far as anybody knows
It’s each man for himself
Devil take those with the least
Skipping hand in hand to hell
Through the belly of the beast

Dorothy is getting so much older
She wouldn’t recognize the Land of Oz today
That dreary Kansas prairie couldn’t hold her
She had dreams only her nightmares could betray

If I only had the heart
If I only had the brain
If I could pluck my courage up and take the chance
Expect no invitation
Accept no condemnation
Tug those ruby slippers on and try to dance

Where do we go now
Are we who we thought we'd be
You still look like you
Most days I still feel like me
Have we really been
On our own here all along
We stayed on those yellow bricks
So tell me, what the hell went wrong

Dorothy is getting so much older
So many things have changed in all these years
Thought she’d do all right just like the Wizard told her
But who among us outgrows all our childhood fears

When the emeralds all turn plastic
And the tin’s all gone to rust
We’ve given up on Glinda
Coming back to rescue us
When you’re the only one left I can trust

If I only have the heart
If I only have the brain
If I can pluck my courage up and take the chance
Expect no invitation
Accept no condemnation
Tug these ruby slippers on and try to dance

Leadbelly, Woody & Pete

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

I doubt I’d be singing with you folks today
And we might not be folk music fans anyway
If it wasn’t for heroes with something to say
Like Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

Shoulder to shoulder come whatever may
Proud to be marching straight into the fray
In the footprints of giants who passed this-a-way
Like Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

Leadbelly, Woody and Pete
We can’t always win, but we never retreat
Sing it beginning to end and repeat
Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

We stand without fear at the front of the throng
Raise voices as one in each glorious song
Sharing what we think is right and what’s wrong
Just like Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

Anne Feeney, Tom Paxton, so many fine folks
Josh White, Libba Cotton, the mighty Phil Ochs
Our sisters and brothers who shoulder the yoke
Just like Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

We’re Union and proud, come join the crusade
It’s Union we sing, it’s Union we’re paid
Play for good people who honor Fair Trade
Just like Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

Leadbelly, Woody and Pete
We can’t always win, but we never retreat
Sing it beginning to end and repeat
Leadbelly, Woody and Pete

Darwin's Pride & Joy

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

You went to the desert this weekend to practice with your new shotgun
By blowing big holes in saguaro cactus. You thought it was lots of fun
And, of course, you were tweaking as usual, half out of your brain on meth
You put one too many rounds at the base of a big one
He fell on you and crushed you to death
Oh, well...

Darwin would have been so proud
Yeah, Darwin would have been so proud
The way that fate shot you right out of the gene pool
Darwin would have been so proud

You were lounging around in your lawn chair, wishing you knew how to fly
When suddenly you had a flash of brilliance, figured you should give it a try
A dozen large balloons full of helium lashed to that lawn chair tight
Next thing you knew you were cruising above 10,000 watching 747s go by
Oh, my...

Darwin would have been so proud
Yeah, Darwin would have been so proud
The way that fate plucked you right out of the gene pool
Darwin would have been so proud

If you’re one of the many wading in the shallow end
You don’t need to worry about dying in obscurity, friend
But the competition is getting tough, show some creativity
And remember all awards are given posthumously

The Highway Patrol found the wreckage burning at the base of the cliff
And a hundred feet up, a smoking crater where they figured a small plane had hit
But from the huge spot scorched on the asphalt
Three miles away straight down the road
They finally pieced together quite a different story
And this is what the record showed...

You were a surplus gadgetry junkie, and that week you pulled off quite a coup
You found an unused solid fuel booster rocket, figured it was made for you
You took your ‘67 Impala, welded that bad boy on top
Found a nice straight stretch of deserted highway and fired that sucker up
WOW...

Darwin would have been so proud
Yeah, Darwin would have been so proud
The way that fate blew you right out of the gene pool
Darwin would have been so proud

Sleeping Dogs

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Some days I forget how bright other days have been
Get lost inside the darkness in between
Some things I regret and I’ll never do again
Can’t erase mistakes you’ve made or what you’ve seen

Everywhere I go sleeping dogs that won’t stay lying
Moments of the past that won’t stay gone
Everyone I know is moving out of town or dying
But that don’t mean I don’t need to try to carry on

I’ve been saving up things to blame myself about
Late at night they clamor in my mind
Add more to the list but never strike ‘em out
Wish I could learn to leave the past behind

Promise myself and pray that I’m not lying
When did it get so hard to tell
Keep falling short even though I know I’m trying
Laying good intentions down to pave this road to hell

So it comes to this, I always knew it would
No one can tell you what your life should mean
Can’t help but wish I had done the best I could
But morning’s one more chance for starting clean

Everywhere I go sleeping dogs that won’t stay lying
Moments of the past that won’t stay gone
Everyone I know is moving out of town or dying
But that don’t mean I don’t need to try to carry on
That don’t mean I don’t need to try to carry on

Moderation

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

If a little’s good I bet a lot is best
I’d like a taste but I’d love the rest
I can try to pretend but
Moderation is not my friend

If I can do without I do OK
But I feel the slope getting slippery
One small step starts an ugly trend cause
Moderation is not my friend

I was never one for doing something halfway
I do things to the hilt or not at all
If I can just get my feet set right on the pathway
There’s a whole lot better chance I won’t stumble, trip and fall

Mama told me once – she tells me still
Just like it was like it always will be
Enough’s enough – the end’s the end, Son
Moderation is not your friend

You were never one for doing something halfway
You do things to the hilt or not at all
If you can just get your feet set right on the pathway
There’s a whole lot better chance you won’t stumble, trip and fall

So I figured out what I can do
With help from friends of Bill W.
I’m bound to break if I ever bend cause
Moderation is not my friend

I was never one for doing something halfway
I do things to the hilt or not at all
If I can just get my feet set right on the pathway
There’s a halfway decent chance I won’t stumble, trip and fall

I’m bound to break if I ever bend cause
Moderation is not my friend
I said moderation is not my friend

As Young as Your Kiss

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Where did the years go so quickly, my love
How did we get to be grey
Decades go by in the blink of an eye
It still feels like just yesterday
The first time that I heard you say

Love me forever and hold me right now
Gather our memories like this
I know we’ll never be old anyhow
Anytime we reminisce
I’ll be as young as your kiss

Really just children when we fell in love
We’re still as happy today
The circle keeps turning around like it does
Our children have children these days
I love watching you watching them play

Love me forever and hold me right now
Gather our memories like this
I know we’ll never be old anyhow
Anytime we reminisce
I’ll be as young as your kiss

Now we’re both better rounded in so many ways
We don’t move quite as fast anymore
But youth isn’t only a question of age
You’re the same girl I’ve always adored

Love me forever and hold me right now
Gather our memories like this
I know we’ll never be old anyhow
Anytime we reminisce
We’ll be as young as our very first kiss
Whenever you hold me like this
I’ll be as young as your kiss

Someday

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Someday, someday
We will, we will understand
Someday, someday
We will understand

When we give as much respect to teachers as to movie stars
When we spend as much on homeless shelters as on prison bars
When we see our fellow man in need and give him some of ours

Someday, someday
We will, we will understand
Someday, someday
We will understand

When every child has food enough and somewhere safe to sleep
And a kind and loving family teaching values he can keep
When in a land of plenty no one’s living on the street

Someday, someday
We will, we will understand
Someday, someday
We will understand

When humanity’s diversity is a reason to rejoice
When the hopeless and forgotten finally have an equal voice
When basic human dignity’s a birthright not a choice

Someday, someday
We will, we will understand
Someday, someday
We will understand

Doesn't Get Better Than This

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Got a pretty little cabin in Jemez valley
Road’s not listed in Rand McNally
You and my dog and our mule Sally
It doesn’t get better than this

Living in la Tierra Encantada
Todo esta bien, no necesito nada
But a big stack of blue corn enchiladas
It doesn’t get better than this

It doesn’t get better, don’t know how it could
Everything’s going just the way it should
Even my worst days are pretty good
It doesn’t get better than this

Pinon Juniper suits me fine
I love the Ponderosa Pine
Growing here long before my time
It doesn’t get better than this

Trail moseys up and we tag along
How could anything in this world be wrong
When the Canyon Wren sings a happy song
It doesn’t get better than this

It doesn’t get better, don’t know how it could
Everything’s going just the way it should
Even our worst days are pretty good
It doesn’t get better than this

Around sundown settle on the front porch swing
Make a little music with the guitar strings
Love how you harmonize when I sing
It doesn’t get better than this

Living in la tierra encantada
Todo esta bien, no necesito nada
Cantamos a vecez de madrugada - It doesn’t get better than this

Living in la tierra encantada
Todo esta bien, no necesito nada
No vendremos de bajada - It doesn’t get better than this
It doesn’t get better than this - It doesn’t get better whatever it is
It doesn’t get better than this

Hooked

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Stink bait dough squished on a hook
You’ve got to know just how attractive that must look
To an old catfish down in the mud
He takes a sniff, takes a bite
And then he gives my line a tug
In my mind’s eye that cat’s already cleaned and cooked
He’s in the pan before he knows that he’s been hooked

Fresh apple pie here on my plate
Catches my eye like that big pot roast we just ate
You flash a smile, a little shrug
I open wide, take a bite
You give my heart strings one more tug
In your mind’s eye this cat’s already cleaned and cooked
I’m in the pan before I know that I’ve been hooked

That catfish wriggles off my hook
I never get to eat him
As often as he steals my bait
You’d think I come to feed him
When we first met you turned my head
You’re smart and so good looking
You stole my heart when I found out about
What you’ve got cooking

Catching fish takes discipline
You’ve gotta learn to wait
I may think I’m the better fisherman
But you’ll always have the better bait

Mmm, mmm, mmm

A Million Little Things

Written By: © C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

What did you mean when you said that thing you said? She said to me,
I tried to say that I couldn’t say just what I said and then she said
You made me feel like you didn’t feel like it mattered how I felt
You know what I need but don’t give it to me, you just keep it to yourself

You never say what I want to hear–You run away when I need you near
Why can’t you reinvent yourself the way that I want you to be?
If you’d just change a million little things, you’d be the perfect guy for me

Then she said,
You never think you need to think about what I think of things
I think you prob’ly think you do and when you don’t it’s ’cause you won’t
Ever understand I gotta take a stand for what I thought was understood
I need you to do everything you do just the way I think you should

You never say what I want to hear–You run away when I need you near
Why can’t you reinvent yourself the way that I want you to be?
If you’d just change a million little things, you’d be the perfect guy for me

I’m starting to suspect I’m never gonna be what you wanted me,
But you never see it’s gotta work both ways...

And you never say what I want to hear–You run away when I need you near
Why can’t you reinvent yourself the way that I want you to be?
If you’d just change a million little things, you’d be the perfect girl for me
You are the perfect girl for me

Katie's Garden

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Green chiles growing by tomato plants
Horn-toed lizard eating ants
Fat row of onions waiting to be pulled
Underneath the pumpkin vine
Old box turtle feeling fine
Ate all morning, now his belly’s full

In the garden, Katie’s garden
Out there in the garden I know everything is fine
In the garden, my Katie’s garden
I wish Katie’s garden was still hers
Instead of mine

Like children wait for Christmas eve
That’s how Katie watched for spring
First buds swelling, new life on the air
I’ve been in love with her so long
Even though I know she’s gone
When her flowers bloom
I see her standing there

In the garden, Katie’s garden
Out there in the garden I know everything is fine
In the garden, my Katie’s garden
I wish Katie’s garden was still hers
Instead of mine

It seems a little like old times
Except all winter nowadays
I’m the one whose nose is pressed against the glass
I know she’d want me to try
There’s just not much left inside
But life begins again when winter’s past

In the garden, Katie’s garden
Out there in her garden I know everything is fine
In the garden, my Katie’s garden
I wish Katie’s garden was still hers
Instead of mine

But Katie lives inside me helping make her garden mine

Mama's Words

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Wash your face, and comb your hair
Tie your shoes, put on clean underwear
Button up your coat and wear a hat
You'll catch your death of cold if you go out like that

Mind your manners, be polite
Wait your turn -- Don't pick fights
Remember please and thank you too
Behave yourself -- We're proud of you

I still hear my Mama's words every day
When I face obstacles in life it's the little things she'd say
That help me make it through, and throughout my life I pray
I still hear my Mama's words every day

Hurry up or we'll be late
Take smaller bites but clean your plate
Keep your mouth closed when you chew
You know your Dad and I will always love you

Now get to bed, you need your sleep
Be sure to brush all the teeth you want to keep
It's getting late -- Turn out that light
I'll be right there to tuck you in and say good night

I still hear my Mama's words every day
When I face obstacles in life it's the little things she'd say
That help me make it through, and throughout my life I pray
I still hear my Mama's words every day

She's departed from us now
But I'll see her once again in the sweet by and by
When I'm troubled or confused, not sure which way I should choose
Mama's voice reminds me, do your best and try

I still hear my Mama's words every day
When I face obstacles in life it's the little things she'd say
That help me make it through, and throughout my life I pray
I still hear my Mama's words every day

The Bigtop

Written By: ©C. Daniel Boling - Perfectly Stable Music / ASCAP

Raising the Bigtop for Saturday night in a small Arizona town.
Unrolling the canvas, hiking the poles, tying ‘em fast all around.
When the riggin’s all up we’ll have six hours rest
Then we’ll put on our show for the town.
Then we’ll put on another, then put it to bed,
But first all the riggin’ comes down.

(CHORUS)
We’ll be making the jump in the morning,
So we’re striking the canvas tonight.
Come tomorrow we’re raising the Bigtop again,
We’ll be rolling before it’s good light.

I’m a hand in a traveling circus of eighteen.
We tour the small Western towns.
Giving two shows a night, we’ve done nearly two hundred
In three months since I started out.
But next week there’s a break in our schedule,
Three days that haven’t been booked as of yet.
And I sure hope they won’t be, I need a vacation.
It’s prob’ly the last one I’ll get.

We’ve been making the jump every morning ...(CHORUS)

Jerry plays organ while Jim swallows fire,
Johnny is a jack of all trades.
Aerialist Maggie soars over the crowd in the spider web rigging we’ve made.
And the throng gets such thrills as the pageant unfolds.
There is color and light everywhere.
But by five in the morning, if someone should look,
He’d find nothing but tire prints here.

For we’re making the jump in the morning ...(CHORUS)

On a good night I’ll make forty dollars.
On a slow night I’ll make twenty-five.
It’s not much of a living, I know,
But it serves to keep me and this old truck alive
Till I find something better to do with my life
Or someplace else I’ve never seen.
And the circus will go on like before I joined
As though nothing occurred in between.

They’ll keep making the jump in the morning,
So we’re striking the canvas tonight.
Come tomorrow they’re raising the Bigtop again,
They’ll be rolling before it’s good light.

Discography

DANIEL'S DISCOGRAPHY:

  • THESE HOUSES - 2016 - a CD album of 11 original songs and 2 cover songs - Released on BERKALIN RECORDS;
  • SLEEPING DOGS - 2013 - a CD album of 13 original songs - Released on BERKALIN RECORDS;
  • LIVE! from the WINTER FOLK FESTIVAL - 2009 - a live performance CD recorded in January, 2009 at the Florence Winter Folk Festival in Oregon, with 14 songs including 11 originals;
  • HE DREAMS - 2009 - a CD album of 13 original songs;
  • THE OLD INTERNATIONAL - 2003 - a CD album of 14 original songs;
  • WELCOME HOME - 2000 - a CD album of 16 original songs;
  • PERFECTLY STABLE - 1999 - a two CD album of original, traditional, and cover folk songs

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  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume XVI #2 - includes Daniel's song "I Brought the War with Me" from the CD THESE HOUSES;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume XII #6 - includes Daniel's song "Tell Me You Love Me So" from the CD HE DREAMS;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume IX #14 - includes Daniel's song "Darwin's Pride & Joy" from the CD LIVE! from the Winter Folk Festival 2009;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume IX #10 - includes Daniel's song "A Million Little Things" from the CD HE DREAMS;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume 43 - includes Daniel's song "Mama's Words" from the CD THE OLD INTERNATIONAL;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume 30 - includes Daniel's song "Sixteen-penny Candy" from the CD WELCOME HOME;
  • OASIS ACOUSTIC SAMPLER Volume 21 - includes Daniel's song "Green Street & Canal" from the CD PERFECTLY STABLE;
  • SOUNDS OF FREEDOM / AMERICA REMEMBERS - 2002 - includes a cover of Daniel's song "Flight 93 - I Just Called to Say Goodbye"
  • JANE'S JOINT NERFA 2012 Songwriting Competition Compilation - includes Daniel song "Sleeping Dogs";
  • SONGS FROM SWRFA Compilation - includes Daniel's song "I'd Rather Elect Tina Fey"

Below you'll also find a link to Daniel's video page where there are many short live performance YouTube videos embedded.

A FEW OF DANIEL'S NOTABLE VENUES INCLUDE:

  • KERRVILLE FOLK FESTIVAL (Texas)
  • FOLKSTAGE (Chicago, IL)
  • TWO WAY STREET COFFEE HOUSE (Downers Grove, IL)
  • ANDERSON FAIR (Houston, TX)
  • ATEN PLACE (Boyne Falls, MI)
  • THE HURDY GURDY FOLK CLUB (Fair Lawn, NJ)
  • HOUSTON FOLKLORE & FOLK MUSIC SOCIETY, SECOND SATURDAY CONCERT SERIES (Houston, TX)
  • FLORENCE WINTER FOLK FESTIVAL (Florence, OR)
  • FLORENCE SUMMER FOLK FESTIVAL (Florence, OR)
  • TUCSON FOLK FESTIVAL (Tucson, AZ)
  • ADAMS AVENUE ROOTS & FOLK FESTIVAL (San Diego, CA)
  • SWALLOW HILL HARVEST FEST (Denver, CO)
  • WOODY GUTHRIE FOLK FESTIVAL (Okemah, OK)
  • ALBUQUERQUE FOLK FESTIVAL 2000-2010 (New Mexico)
  • NEW MEXICO STATE FAIR
  • WALNUT VALLEY ACOUSTIC MUSIC FESTIVAL (Winfield, KS)
  • TASTE OF TIPPECANOE MUSIC FESTIVAL (Lafayette, IN)
  • SOUTH FLORIDA FOLK FESTIVAL (Ft. Lauderdale, FL)
  • HEARTLAND FOLKS FEST (Leavenworth, KS)
  • SUWANNEE SPRINGFEST (Liveoak, FL)
  • SOUTHEAST REGIONAL FOLK ALLIANCE Official Showcase (Mountain View, AR)
  • NORTHEAST REGIONAL FOLK ALLIANCE Official Quad Showcase (Kerhonkson, NY)

DANIEL'S RADIO PLAY includes:

THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL &
FOLKSTAGE with Rich Warren
ART OF THE SONG
CAR TALK
THE DOCTOR DEMENTO SHOW
MOSTLY FOLK with Sonny Ochs
EURO-AMERICANA CHART Top Ten - 2014

and numerous spins and live appearances on 
folk format radio throughout the US, Australia, Israel, & Europe.

Songwriting honors include:
  • 2007 Woody Guthrie Folk Festival Songwriter Contest Winner 
  • 2010 Walnut Valley Acoustic Music Festival Songwriter Contest Winner in Two Categories 
  • 2010 SouthEast Regional Folk Alliance Conference - Official Showcase Artist 
  • 2010 FolkDJ Top 500 Albums - #130 
  • 2011 NorthEast Regional Folk Alliance Conference - Quad Showcase Artist 
  • 2012 Santa Fe Bluegrass & Old Time Music Festival Songwriter Contest Winner
  • 2012 Folk Alliance Region Midwest Conference - Folk DJ Invitational Showcase Artist
  • 2013 Folk Alliance Region Midwest Conference - Official Showcase Artist
  • 2013 NorthEast Regional Folk Alliance Conference - Quad Showcase Artist
  • 2014 South Florida Folk Festival - Songwriter Contest Finalist
  • 2014 EuroAmericana Radio Chart - TOP TEN
  • 2014 Kerrville Folk Festival - NEW FOLK WINNER
  • 2016 The CD "These Houses" appears on the "2016 Favorites" list by Rich Warren / The Midnight Special

Set List

For many house concerts and similar settings Daniel doesn't need sound reinforcement. On most tours Daniel carries a small Bose PA.

Typically Daniel performs mostly original music, occasionally covering a song by a fellow songwriter friend, acquaintance or influence when it's the right song for the moment, and a few traditional songs as well.

Live shows range from 1 to 2 hours depending on the needs of the venue.

A typical show in a listening room will be two 45-50 minute sets, and feature songs from all six of Daniel's CDs as well as new songs getting their "trial by fire" to see if they'll make the cut for the next album.