Dan Gonzalez

Dan Gonzalez

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

"...the future of the singer/songwriter"and "a masterful solo performer." (reviews, cdbaby.com). Dan's newest release, Public Square, has received national acclaim, including recognition on Rob Reinhart's Acoustic Cafe program and a feature in Performing Songwriter magazine.

Biography

Dan got his start playing Paul Simon covers at the campus coffeeshops of Dartmouth College. After a degree in engineering and a few years teaching high school physics, he took a radical turn toward Boston’s Berklee College of Music. There, he studied guitar and songwriting, and in 2003 was the recipient of Berklee’s top songwriting scholarship.

Today, Dan is an award-winning singer/songwriter who calls Charlotte, NC home.

Awards:
>Winner--New Jersey Folk Festival Singer/Songwriter contest
>Finalist--Plowshares Songwriting Contest
>Radio Crystal Blue Best of 2007 recording artist
>Finalist--Telluride Troubadour Contest
>Finalist--Wildflower! Performing Songwriter Competition
>Finalist--Rose Garden Coffeehouse Performing Songwriter Competition
>Runner Up--We Are Listening Singer/Songwriter Awards
>Semi-Finalist--Starbucks Music Makers Competition
>Honorable Mention--We Are Listening Lyric Writer Awards
>Performing Songwriter Magazine Top 12 DIY album for Public Square
>"One to Watch" on Rob Reinhart's Acoustic Cafe
>Honorable Mention--Rocky Mountain Folks Festival Songwriting Contest
>Radio Crystal Blue "Future Star"
>Winner--Lizard Lounge Open Mic Challenge
>Feature--NPR's All Songs Considered
>Honorable Mention--American Songwriter Magazine Lyric Competition
>Scott Benson Scholarship for Songwriting, Berklee College of Music
>Winner--Berklee College of Music Songwriting Competition
>Winner--Berklee College of Music Performer/Songwriter Contest

Notable venues played:
>Telluride Bluegrass Festival (Telluride, CO)
>Club Passim (Cambridge, MA)
>Tupelo Music Hall (Londonderry, NH)
>Berklee Performance Center (Boston, MA)
>Nameless Coffeehouse (Cambridge, MA)
>Me & Thee Coffeehouse (Marblehead, MA)
>Rose Garden Coffeehouse (Mansfield, MA)
>Bitter End (New York, NY)
>Knitting Factory (New York, NY)
>Johnny D¢s (Somerville, MA)
>Canal Street Tavern (Dayton, OH)
>Wilbert¢s (Cleveland, OH)

Lyrics

Public Square

Written By: Dan Gonzalez

The yard was teeming with weekend folks
In long black coats and velvet scarves
Their horses tied to hitching posts
Their eyes on the rope
That hung in the air and swung from the gallows’ crossbar

In Public Square
Public Square

The band was playing dixieland
The curbside vendors sold lemonade
The bookies took bets at the lynching stand
Would he thrash on the rope
And flail with his hands, or hang down plumb and take the pain

In Public Square
Public Square
Serving justice in open air
Public Square

The man in the hood climbed the steps
One by one to the gallows’ perch
They cinched up the noose around his neck
When the platform released
Under his feet, he floated free as a blackbird

In Public Square
Public Square
Serving justice in open air
Public Square

Son of the Ground

Written By: Dan Gonzalez

I was born between the corn made fences
In the shadows of the stalks that dash the fields
I was sworn to walk the rows and know these trenches
For the miles of lines that run unended
For my father’s pride from which I’ve descended

I am the son of the ground
Of the rain falling down
I am the child of summer
I am tethered to the wind that brings the weather in again
I am the son of the ground

I have cursed the droughts that burn and plunder
And turn the greenest fields to brittle brown
But I have learned to praise the gods that make the thunder
For they’ve the power to put me under
To the whims of the earth I have surrendered

I am the son of the ground
Of the rain falling down
I am the child of summer
I am tethered to the wind that brings the weather in again
I am the son of the ground

I have stayed to live these days and seasons
And paid in sweat for harvest moons
But I will age and lose these rows to those beneath me
And return to the place where life grows easy
To be one with the earth that used to feed me

I am the son of the ground
Of the rain falling down
I am the child of summer
I am tethered to the wind that brings the weather in again
I am the son of the ground

Be Careful of the Gypsies

Written By: Dan Gonzalez

The summer’s hot in southern Spain
The sun beats down then bounces up again
The gypsies make their homes in caves
Passed through generations

Watch your money
These streets are dripping thieves
That’s what I’ve been told
Be careful of the gypsies

They work the crowds with old guitars
And voices scratched by smoke from cigarettes
The gypsies make their wage from tip jars
I’ve fallen for the music

Watch your money
These streets are dripping thieves
That’s what I’ve been told
Be careful of the gypsies

I’ve come to find the narrow streets
To breathe the life of Spanish gypsies
To let flamenco feed my soul
And forget what I’ve been told

Watch your money
These streets are dripping thieves
That’s what I’ve been told
Be careful of the gypsies

Walk fast and steady
When you pass by the gypsies
Be sure you’re on the ready
Be careful of the gypsies

Two More Things

Written By: Dan Gonzalez

Big sky
Sinking sun
These are things you’re thinking of

Long drive
The two of us
Two more things I know you love

Watch the light
And wait for the moon
These are things I’ve seen you do

With gray eyes
Sometimes blue
Two more things I love about you

Good thing the snow has stopped and the road is clear ahead
Good things always come in pairs, you said

What will be
When we’re old and gray
These are things for a different day

You love me
You’ll always stay
These are things I’ve heard you say
Two more things I’ve heard you say

Through the Lies and the Beautiful

Written By: Dan Gonzalez

There’s a view through the gap in the fence
A white picket frame for the neighbor’s picture perfect landscape
She cut the shrubs in shapes like figureheads
And cross-hatch lines are measured and mowed in the grass

She’s on hands and knees
Pulling weeds

She keeps herself busy
Making things pretty
She follows the lines
For all of the neighbors here to see

There’s a view through the gap in her dress
From the front side down rolling through curves and necklace
Only she would weed in her Sunday best
With a side slit cut high up her leg to her thigh

She’s on hands and knees
Pulling weeds

She keeps herself busy
Making things pretty
She follows the lines
For all of the neighbors here to see

There’s a view through her eyes to her soul
From sunlit blue to the empty void and vaccum
You can see through the lies and the beautiful
To the desperate wife searching for life in the sand

She’s on hands and knees
Pulling weeds

She keeps herself busy
Making things pretty
She follows the lines
For all of the neighbors here to see

Discography

Public Square, 2006
Columbus Day Gift Project (single), 2005
Dan Gonzalez (self-titled), 2003