Curtis Prince

Curtis Prince

 Charlottesville, Virginia, USA

Finger style acoustic guitar with thoughtful moving lyrics and a passionate smokey voice moving through time. A colorful palette of life's experiences used to paint ten beautiful musical portraits textured with piano, organ, harmonica, and rippin electric guitars.


I practically came out of the womb singing. My whole family were musicians, both sides for generations. Coming from Europe and settling both in Alabama and New York, everyone sang, played instruments or at least whistled. They were piano builders, Vaudvillians, producers, directors, and musicians, doing everything from working for CBS to hosting old timey radio shows, to Opera stars, to just family piano playing around the house.

By age six I was playing the harmonica and piano and singing along with Stevie Wonder, Eric Clapton, C.S.N.&Y., The Beatles, and well, all the popular artists of the time. My sisters had great collections of albums and they are basically where I first got turned on to Rock and Roll. My brother-in-law turned me on to the guitar at nine years old and I took to it quickly, playing along with all the albums and sounding out tunes and solos. Right away I began writing anyway, and that always seemed to me to be the thing to do. I always say I took guitar lessons from Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, and Jeff Beck. Though I don't even imagine myself to be that kind of maestro, they were definitely my teachers and inspiration.

I started playing in bands in middle school, and singing in the chorus, which I did all the way through high school. I even made regional chorus one year in which I sang a solo.
Eventually, I took guitar lessons from a Berklee Music School grad who became a big influence for me and I decided to attend Berklee. Soon after arriving in Boston I went to see a Dead show in DC and on the way I picked up a hitchhiker that was also on his way to the show. We became fast friends and started a band we named Flat Rabbit. Berklee fell by the wayside as the band picked up steam. I was also playing with a few reggae bands on Cape Cod and filling in with some singer songwriters as accompaniment and sometimes writing hooks for their tunes. These experiences were my first real look at singer/songwriters. Flat Rabbit had a good run in Boston, playing all the original rock clubs at that time, like TT the Bears, The Rat, The Middle East, The Channel, The Boat House on the South Shore, and a bunch of other clubs I just can't remember. Eventually the band broke up and I started writing and doing a lot more playing with a singer/songwriter named Stack Kenny.

One night I got a call at 1:30 A.M. from a guy named T- Mo who informed me he was the bass player for the blues legend Eddie Kirkland. He said he had heard about me and asked me to go on the road with Eddie. After some investigation I did. The gig turned out to be short lived but was an awesome experience and one that I carried away a lot of knowledge and inspiration from.
Because I was tired of all the cover music being played in the area and the difficulty with being an original artist, I moved to Austin, Texas. Austin turned out to be a major turning point for me, as I was exposed to an immense amount of original music. I had never seen so many original artists chasing their dream with so much fervor. It was so inspiring. I put together a band and began playing gigs as a sit in guitarist with another Austin-based band. Unfortunately, I had to leave Austin after only six months, just as things were getting going, but always carried with me that inspiration and drive to find a voice in the original music scene.

I ended up in St. Augustine Fl. where, although there was a large cover music scene, there was also a great bunch of players that were always willing to play and share. This is where the next big turning point happened: open tunings. I had been exposed to them in Austin briefly but really found a new inspiring aspect to them in St. Augustine: writing. Songs just seemed to write themselves in open tunings and a whole world of possibilities opened up for me.

After nine years in St. Augustine I had to go back to Virginia to help care for my Pop, and over the next few years, I would enter the darkest time in my life. If it wasn't for my One Love I may not have made it. Shortly after arriving in Virginia, my Pop died, followed by a string of events that really, well, sucked. Then the worst thing happened, my dog and best friend, Sam, died. That was the most tragic thing in my life and something that has pushed me to probe the depths of my soul...looking for rhymes. After a lengthy time of mourning and battling some weird sickness, I began to come around and find myself again.

That was the darkest time I’ve experienced, and as it happens sometimes, it has led to some of the best things I've ever done for myself and others. Out of that darkness came "Wishing For Rhymes” which is, I think, my best music yet and has left me with something that has clearly changed my life forever.

So here I am in the present with "Wishing For Rhymes" behind me...and still in front of me, along with a wonderful well of inspiration and experience to draw from for years of song writing to come.

Thanks. Peace and Love.


"Miles and Years"

Written By: Curtis Prince

The flight from Nashville
Well it may as well have flown to heaven
A flight from nowhere
Straight to the heart

"LIttle Whistler"

Written By: Curtis Prince

Foxes in the trees
That's how she dreams
Like wind through the leaves
She leaves shadows like moon beams
On the hill they dance with the stars
Takin turns who leads
Like a dance she moves through time
With grace and ease
She's movin on through the rhymes
To where love never bleeds
And on the way she takes truth
To be her travelin needs

Little whistler ... Take me along
Little whistler ... Make me your song

" Move On"

Written By: Curtis Prince

Well it's time .. to turn over a new leaf
And it's time .. to sail off on a new reach
Cause the wind is fair and the fruit is ripe
For a change in our minds the time is right
to move on

From a time of a dark moon
To a time of love blooms
Like tulips on a tare through town
There's love blooms all around
And the blue moon is gong down
And the sun says ... Move on

But there's always somethin left in a bowl
And there's always dirt left in a hole
And there's always time for one more
Comin from behind the door
So let it all come up from behind
It'll dust itself away in time
And you'll be standin there with a dime
Ready to ... Move on.

Earth Blues

Written By: Curtis Prince

It's not the clock that turns the tides
Or sees the sun to set and rise
The Moon it is that ebbs the flow
And the Sun comes up all on his own

You know we used to live under skies so blue
When the sun and Moon said what to do
And the Moon and Stars told secrets of
A timeless place once full of love

But now it's glass and steel that keeps us from
The World outside and her turnings of
It's growth and greed that blinds us to
The changes we've been puttin her through

With blood red skies mistaken for
Red skies at night the sailors lore
And waters that once were clean
Well they need be purified by machine

Sometimes at night when the wind is still
And the suns asleep the morning till
The Earth she cries a weeping song
In lament of days so log gone

When people lived by the dark or light
Or when the tides were low or the tides were high
She says time is short for the human race
better find a groove better slow your pace

The choice is yours it's up to you
Better make a plan you know what to do
So choose a path of Love and Light
Cause who knows when I might show my might


Curtis Prince "Wishing For Rhymes"

All my songs can be streamed at:

I have been receiving radio airplay at WTJU

My song "Miles and Years" is currently holding the #8 position on the Indie-Music folk/rock charts, with "Move On" and Pushin Up Daisies" At #s 21 and 26 respectively.

Set List

Miles and years
Beneath the Moon
Earth Blues
Pure and Easy
Pushin up Daisies
Move On
Love her Ways
Little Whistler