Hope & Tim Glenn

Hope & Tim Glenn

 Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

The soulful vocal stylings of Hope Glenn meet the upbeat folk guitar work of her husband, Tim Glenn. The result is something new, yet familiar, singable, and fun. Like butter on your pancakes, the music melts in front of you before you fall in love.

Biography

"Hope’s a female embodiment (and maybe even better version) of soul singer Amos Lee. It doesn't matter where you are when you hear her, that voice will melt you right into wherever you want to be." - UglyMag.com

Across the landscape of modern music, marinating in the place where folk and soul collide, you'll find Hope & Tim Glenn. Writing music and lyrics that embrace history, literature, politics, and love as inspiration, Hope & Tim are just beginning to tap into a wealth of songs that are dying to be the next piece to hit your eardrums.

Somewhere along the paths that follow Bruce Springsteen, Josh Ritter, Otis Redding, and Sam Cooke, these two musicians found each other. Without limiting themselves to folk, Americana or soul, Hope & Tim Glenn bridge these genres with their unique blend. Hope’s smooth and soulful voice is the perfect compliment to Tim’s unconventional sound, and their songwriting is thoughtful and inviting, with lyrics that command the listener to pay attention and melodies as easy to sink into as your favorite spot on the couch.

In 2010, only months away from finishing graduate school and exploring the possibilities that lay in front of them, Hope & Tim found themselves sitting at a Sundance screening for Troubadors, a documentary that follows the L.A. singer-songwriter movement that ignited the Troubador Club during the early 1970s. The story of struggle and accomplishment that artists like Carol King, James Taylor, Kris Kristofferson, and Jackson Browne expressed in their effort to do what they really loved, was overwhelming. Without needing to discuss much, it became obvious that creating a life in music was the path Hope & Tim needed to follow.

Writing music inspired by Folk and Americana icons, while speaking to the culture of today, questions certainly remain for this duo and their band. How do you find true inspiration from the musicians who have come before you, but also create something entirely new with your music? How do you combine hints of country with hints of gospel without replicating what’s already been done?

Simply put, how do you combine a woman who loves gospel, with a guy who loves folk? Hope & Tim Glenn are creating the answer.

Less than six months after their first release, a collection of 10 single take tracks called The Green Street Sessions, Hope & Tim Glenn have played in front of sold-out crowds with their band The Choral Copse, and continue to open for large touring acts in Salt Lake City. With a full studio album on the horizon, Hope & Tim Glenn are poised to make a big impact on 2012.

Hope & Tim have shared the stage with, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, John Heart Jackie, The White Buffalo, Listener, Aaron Strumple, Ryan Tanner, The Folka Dots, and many more.

Selected Stage Appearances:
The State Room (Salt Lake City)
The Urban Lounge (Salt Lake City)
Kilby Court (Salt Lake City)
The Woodshed (Salt Lake City)
Salt Lake City Live Green Festival
Velour Live Music Gallery (Provo)
Muse Music (Provo)

Lyrics

Portrait of a Scene

Written By: Hope & Tim Glenn

January comes like a cold, freezing up roses, making your nose red
A broken up radio reads like a bible, sings like a child
A window lies on the floor with a baby left crying, and a mother is scorned
A choir singing for love, every mouth at your doorstep with a booklet in hand

A brittle man takes hold of a younger man's journey, holding on to a son
Beating down on us all, we're hanging like laces from a telephone pole
Call it a race to the past, call it black and white voices telling stories of home
Call it a lover who asks to go sing with the daisies lying under oak trees

A boy is gambling hope from an old empty rope swing, leave it dangling there
Running from being alone, home is not where the heart is when it's broken and cold
Bricks of gold covered in watered down mortar, and a tides coming in
There's a girl waiting for you, if you're caught breaking in

Old John

Written By: Hope & Tim Glenn


Old John says come on down to yonder river, by and by
They are washing souls clean, down the river, by and by
Passed lovers floating freely down the river, by and by
Sin and sorrow washed completely down the river, by and by

Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry
are floating, floating down

Down the side roads, I have wondered, bound and broken, I have strayed
Years I've waisted on tomorrow, never living for today
She is calling, calling sweetly, lover come home, lover come
I am running, running freely to the arms that I call home

Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry are floating, floating down

Marianne

Written By: Hope & Tim Glenn


Hands in the air, and their feet on the ground
asking forgiveness, their soul to be found
Down in the bayou there's a voice singing out
a music called gospel, finger picking on sound

Heed without warning, make a move on my beliefs
make a record, turn a speaker, put the dirt right on my face
hands squeezing tighter and the blood is running this
and the almighty dollar is marching

Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through

Days are lasting so long, she's been molding thoughts of you
The songs that play inside her, meant to gather more than two
Marianne you're not a racer, love a circle for those who lose
If you're gonna take the spoils, you've got nothing left to prove

Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through

Hopped a train from Poughkeepsie, heading east of New York
Left my shoes on the rooftop, my hem on the floor
and I feel more like swimming, so start kicking your legs
no use fighting that current without holes in your jeans
no your hats not worth bringing, leave your coat at the door
they don't help much for singing or settling scores
Hope I don't bat an eye at the sirens and songs,
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs

Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through

Lover's Leap

Written By: Hope & Tim Glenn

She tells a story about a heart and the faith of a lover's leap
say's "I'm going home, I'm going home
The days last so long and we got nothing to eat
I'm going home, I'm going home

Gonna climb that mountain, and all the while I'll sing
I'm going home, I'm going home
This beat up Chevy makes a sound like a Model T
I'm going home, I'm going home

He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories
don't ever let that baby down

He says "you and me, babe, we got no where to go
that ain't your home, that ain't your home
this fault line running right through the heart of me
your life's not your own, you life's not your own

He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories
don't ever let that baby down

your life's not your own
my body and soul
wrapped up in this mount we stand on
I'm going home

Ohio

Written By: Hope & Tim Glenn

Leaving from a bad dream that I thought was meant to be
Wrapped up tight in the hint of a haunting melody
She stood beside me asking "boy now don't you bleed?
Are you guarded so closely these notes only go skin deep?"

Cause I'm singing high
She's singing low
Better start singing low if you wanna get back to Ohio

Try to play quickly with the love that's given me
Losing handfuls of sand on the great banks of Lake Erie
She's racing on by, and this old voice, it cannot find the right key
Seems the harder we push the notes just keep sharpening

Cause I'm singing high
She's singing low
Better start singing low if you wanna get back to Ohio

Discography

Green Street Sessions (2011)

Set List

Original songs. Can play 1.5 - 2 hours, some covers if requested.

Play as a duet or with a full band. Duet shows require 2 vocal mics, and one acoustic guitar. Band contains drums, piano, bass, and electric guitar along with two vocals and acoustic direct.