Ian Barwick

Ian Barwick

 Andover, Massachusetts, USA
BandFolk

Part jazz, part folk and a little swing, Ian Barwick synthesizes the best of many guitar genres...a smooth musician with understated style...a gentle voice with a strong message. His well-crafted originals mix humor with romance, pleasure with pain, and the courage to look at the dark side of life.

Biography

A native of New Hampshire, Ian started playing guitar in the 1960’s, when folk music took root as a popular mainstream genre. His instrumental background includes clarinet, bassoon, saxophone, piano, banjo and bass. Pursuing a major in music from Colgate University, he enhanced his distinctive conception of world musicology with a semester in Madras, India, studying the veena, the earliest precursor to the sitar. While in college, he was able to help pay his expenses by performing in both jazz and folk clubs.

Deviating from a career in music performance, Ian crossed over into the healthcare field and became a dentist, though he never stopped playing or collecting musical experiences and songs. Dentistry was his passion for nearly 20 years before he resumed his musical journey, entering and winning several songwriter competitions and honing his performance skills.

Ian performs in the Eastern New England area, both at open mikes and as a featured performer at several local clubs, including Main Streets Market and Café, The Continental Café, The Coffee Beanery, The Stagecoach Inn and Tavern, Parish Center for The Arts, The Blue Mermaid and The Sit N’ Bull Pub.
“Guitarist and songwriter Ian Barwick performs an eclectic mix of original and ‘collected’ music to create a refreshing blend of different styles, including jazz, folk, Brazilian, blues, rock, and the West. His original compositions and guitar presentation are both thoughtful and refined.”

Lyrics

My Shrink

Written By: Ian Barwick

I got a standin’ invitation ev’ry Thursday afternoon
For a 50-minute hour with my shrink.
I been seein’ him for years, ‘cause I’m crazy as a loon,
And it’s either go to therapy or drink.

It all started with neurosis, with depression on the side,
I was having trouble coping, I was Jekyll meeting Hyde.
My unconscious was cathartic, my libido up and gone,
I was overcompensated and withdrawn.

(chorus) I’ve confronted all my demons with my shrink,
And regression helped me look at my repression.
My id and super ego are finally in sync,
‘Cause the couch has set me free from my obsessions.

I’ve untangled my unconscious and my childhood memories.
My Mom and Dad were average folks, I guess.
But those spankings and the strangeness of their personalities,
Nowadays would mean a call from D.S.S.

Now, my shrink has helped me scrutinize my panic and denial
With questions and with free-association.
Fifty years and two divorces, and I still can crack a smile,
‘Cause I’m workin’ on self ac-tu-al-i-zation.

(chorus) I’ve confronted all my demons with my shrink,
And regression helped me look at my repression.
My id and super ego are finally in sync,
‘Cause the couch has set me free from my obsessions.

“Madame, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!”
Sigmund Freud said that…

© 2007 Barwick’s Voice & Music, BMI

Why Can't the Moon Be Full Tonight?

Written By: Ian Barwick

We were walking hand in hand down in the Grove,
With your hair and your blue eyes a fire burning.
So many words to say, so little time to love,
And the world, so far away, kept right on turning.

And both of us could see that it was wrong,
Even though my body tumbled at your touch.
Stolen kisses that we wanted, as we listened to their songs,
Can’t replace what I was longing for so much.

(chorus) Then you whispered how you love to watch the stars,
And you asked me if I look for hidden signs away up high.
You told me to believe that you’d be dreaming of me
Every time a full moon rises in the sky.
Now that planet out in space makes me long to see your face,
So Why Can’t the Moon Be Full Tonight?

Mr. Half-a-Moon is mocking me tonight,
And his face, so incomplete, thinks I’m a fool,
‘Cause I’m staring’ up at heaven, feelin’ lonely as hell:
I just wish I could be standin’ here with you.

(chorus) Ah, you whispered how you love to watch the stars,
And you asked me if I look for hidden signs away up high.
You told me to believe that you’d be dreaming of me
Every time the full moon rises in the sky.
But that planet out in space makes me long to see your face.
Why Can’t the Moon Be Full Tonight?

Now I’m cursing at the clouds, and I’m crying right out loud.
Why Can’t the Moon Be Full Tonight?

Tastes Just Like Chicken

Written By: Ian Barwick

(Talking Blues)
I went down to the Buckhorn with my brother, Billy,
To have us a steak and drink ourselves silly.
Down there they got barbecue, elk and quail,
Sirloins and tenderloins, beer and ale.
Let ‘em pile it on…he’s buyin’.

Out West the beef is much better than fish,
And they bring it out hangin’ all over the dish.
I could picture myself tearin’ into those bones:
I was smack in the throes of a buffalo jones.
I could almost taste it… with a big ol’ baked potato.

Well, my heart was set on that great big steak,
But the waiter, he said, “Try the rattlesnake.
It’s gotta nice lime sauce with lotsa red chile.”
But I had to ask, “What’s it taste like really?”
And he said: “It’s finger lickin’ …it tastes just like chicken!”

So I ventured courageous when I had to choose,
And I’m sure it had somethin’ to do with the booze,
‘Cause I ordered that snake and felt my heart rate quicken:
All I could picture was his forked tongue flickin’ --
And I am here to assure you… it was nothin’ like chicken.

Bizarre little critters belong in a zoo.
Puttin’ ‘em on a plate’ll make a grown man spew.
If you go to Australia, taste the kangaroo,
Or else, better yet, try a bit of emu -
It tastes just like turkey… if you like beef jerkey.

If you circle the globe, you can always find
People eating weird stuff they don’t seem to mind.
Frog legs, crocodile, boar and bear,
Ostrich, alligator, tortoise and hare.
When I order strange food, you know I ain’t nit-pickin’,
But my first little bite better taste… like… chicken.

© BARWICK’S VOICE & MUSIC, BMI

Discography

"Moon Rising" (CD pre-release available)

Set List

Typical set 45-50 minutes, usually 2 set performance. Covers mixed with originals.

SET LIST:
I Ain’t Blue
Giant Step
Scotch and Soda
Up from the Sky
Masquerade
A Cowboy Gone Bad
New Blues
Coconut Grove
Sportin’ Life
You’re a Big Boy Now
Sending Me Angels
Sunlight
Why Can’t the Moon Be Full Tonight
Blue Bayou
Boredom
Voices in the Sky
Killin’ the Blues
Cowboy by Day, Ballerina by Night
When Rita Leaves
Dyin’ Crapshooter’s Blues
B.F.D.
Honey, Can You Squeeze Me In
I’ll Be Back Again
Long Monday
When It Comes to You
Warm Baby
Didn’t Want to Have To Do It
Sunny Afternoon
I Am the Sun
Some Humans Ain’t Human
Walk Away Renee
The Last Laugh
Dead Egyptian Blues
Gotta Get it Worked On
My Shrink
Pennies from Heaven
Whip Me Up Somethin’
The One Who Knows
Tastes Like Chicken
You’re Boyfriend’s a Really Nice Guy
I Think I’m Better Off With the Blues
Your Mind is on Vacation