Eliot Bronson

Eliot Bronson

 Atlanta, Georgia, USA

"Americana in the truest sense of the word—instead of simply falling back on the term. His lyrics come inspired from America’s country and roots past, but the music refers to... folk rock and blues legacies. First and foremost though, his self-titled LP is a songwriter’s showcase, capturing moments of spectacular insight and feeling, and giving words to what previously were thought to be unmentionable, and undefinable feelings, and doing it all with a deep sense of mood" - Saving Country Music


Award-winning singer/songwriter Eliot Bronson’s latest self-titled album was tracked entirely analog in Nashville by acclaimed producer Dave Cobb (Sturgill Simpson, Rival Sons, Jason Isbell, Nikki Lane). It’s a vibey, ten-song album with an uncluttered production aesthetic that highlights Bronson’s songwriting and his achingly beautiful vocals.

The story goes that after Bronson completed writing this cycle of songs, he sent Dave Cobb an unsolicited email with a sample track attached. Bronson was inspired to reach out to Cobb because he was intrigued by the spacious vocal production on the Jason Isbell record which Cobb had produced. Bronson felt Cobb could help him realize the atmospheric and timeless qualities he wanted for his songs. Cobb was impressed with Bronson’s music and replied back. “I was stunned when I got a response. It was really validating for me because I sort of had him on a pedestal,” Bronson says candidly.

Eliot Bronson was recorded in one week at Cobb’s home studio and Cowboy Jack Clement Studios in Nashville. “It all felt really natural and effortless,” Bronson recalls. “Dave would be in the room playing right along with us during tracking.” The album was mixed the following week.

"It was quite a pleasure working with Eliot," says Cobb. "He's a brilliant lyricist and poet. We did the record live all together and the album feels timeless."

The record is something of a homecoming for Bronson, who was raised in a Pentecostal home by a family for which music was prayer and life was expressed and enjoyed in song.  At an early age, Bronson discovered his parents’ folk collection of 1960s artists. These two became formative musical influences shaping Bronson’s purposeful, pensive, and poetic songwriting. Though his own music adventures took him away from these roots, he returns home to these music guideposts with Eliot Bronson

“I spent a long time trying to get away from where I came from,” Bronson says, “but it never really felt right. This is the music I’ve always had in me. This record is me.”

Eliot Bronson is anchored by Bronson’s honeyed weary voice; blend of wry wit with emotional sincerity; expansive palette of Americana; and the album’s crisp vintage production. “River Runs Dry” boasts high-lonesome vocal harmonies, tenderly mournful lap steel, and it conjures up a cathartic sadness. “I like songs to preserve little moments without telling a specific story, so you feel something but you don’t always know exactly why,” Bronson reveals. The rollicking “Comin’ For Ya North Georgia Blues” combines almost William Boroughs-esque cutup images with unbridled and euphoric shitkicking musicality. “I was really having fun with words and ideas on that one, trying to paint picture of a relationship” he explains.

Bronson’s engaging cleverness comes to the front on the “You Wouldn’t Want Me If You Had Me.” “I didn’t think I was being funny on that one,” he says with a good-natured laugh. “I was being truthful, but I guess it works on a humorous level too. My friend said that title is the ‘dating musician’s credo.’”

Previously Eliot Bronson issued two critically acclaimed solo albums and, prior to his solo career, was a member of folk favs The Brilliant Inventions. The Atlanta Music Guide says: “Eliot Bronson is the type of songwriter who could squeeze out something meaningful about taking out the trash. He writes heartfelt songs with dark humor and backs them with his resonant voice and swampy instruments.” Georgia Music Magazine notes: “He can pull at your heartstrings like nobody’s business.” Coming up, in his native town of Baltimore, Maryland The Baltimore Sun called him a “a folk singing wunderkind.” He has won such esteemed songwriting awards as first place at Chris Austin Songwriting Contest at MerleFest and Eddie Owen Presents “Songwriter Shootout,” and he’s been a finalist at Kerrville Folk Festival, Rocky Mountain Folks Fest Songwriting Contest, and New Song Contest Lincoln Center NYC.


One Mississippi

Written By: Eliot Bronson

The lights came down and I got up
I was eighteen years old but I'd had enough
I had to leave just to breath New England air
But I turned around when she called my bluff
She said put your money down and the window froze shut
The moon was a sliver of a clipping from her fingernail

Oh baby I've
Been writing down these dreams
Trying to find out what they mean
Is two really better than one
Mississippi two Mississippi here I come

So I stopped for spell back in Baltimore
It was hotter than hell and I was sweeping floors
Working for the man with the grinning gargoyle smile
When I met a little girl up from Tupelo
She said what's it gonna take for you to follow me home
I went floating down the river like a crocodile


Does the night go on forever
I've never seen the light of dawn
I weathered whatever came along


Sad Town

Written By: Eliot Bronson

Where I grew up, doors stay shut
Lipstick stain on a cigarette butt
And a Cherry Coke can in the gutter where the trucks roll by

Cold grey sky, cracked asphalt
Try to get away, hope you never get caught
So many I knew end up coming home to die

I grew up in a sad town
Don’t want to be stuck in sad town
The sun don’t come up on a sad town
A Sad Town

Where I grew up, It’s hard to find pay
Only trickle down is the sewer drain
It’s Friday night we’re trying to numb the pain

Pass the high school field, all turned brown
Playing in the shadow of the power line tower
Hum along a song we all know well

I grew up in a sad town
Don’t want to be stuck in sad town
We’re down on our luck in a sad town
A sad town

I’ve been driving around since I left home
Now I see sad towns everywhere I go

I grew up in a sad town
Don’t want to be stuck in sad town
The sun don’t come up on a sad town
A Sad Town
I grew up in a sad town
Don’t want to be stuck in sad town
Hard not to give up in a sad town
A sad town
A sad town
A sad town


Written By: Eliot Bronson

I’m a bet against the hands of a broken clock / I’m a longshot, longshot / Moonshine swinging from a jug sling knot / I’m a longshot, longshot /

Don’t bet on me / I’ll just let you down / I’ll just let you down / Keep what you’ve got / I’m a longshot

Trying to buy my way to heaven with the change I’ve got / I’m a longshot, longshot / Rolling lucky sevens in the parking lot / I’m a longshot, longshot


My odds are just no good / My odds are just no good / Even my evens don’t add up the way they should

You can see whatever in that Rorschach Blot / But I’m a long shot, longshot / I ain’t your buried treasure with the x-marked spot / I’m a long shot, long shot /