Jere Stormer

Jere Stormer

 Ferndale, Michigan, USA
BandAmericanaFolk

A 3 time Detroit Music award winner Jere embraces blues, a bit of Celtic and a helping of rootsy folk music and transforms them into a heady brew all his own. Fans of Richard Thompson, Kottke & Waits will spark to Jere. His goal in concert is to reward listeners with soul stirring music.

Biography

One of Jere’s first memories is of Ricky Nelson singing at the end of an Ozzie & Harriet rerun. Impressed by how much fun playing music looked, Jere began begging his parents for a guitar … only taking time out to eat and sleep… Finally, he was given a Hi-Lo 6-string from Federal’s Department Store. He’s been practicing music ever since… only taking time out to eat and sleep… Ended up in College - couldn’t sleep - wrote poetry - got better - was sporadically published...some literary awards . . .Got A Job - Public Radio - pushed buttons ENGINEERED . . . His 12 years at Public Radio exposed him to songs and music from all over the world… Music he passed along to listeners as a late-night program host … While at WDET, he engineered Blues After Hours, an internationally known Blues Radio Program hosted by The Famous Coachman.
He & his wife Judy Donlin, established Folk Music Programming at WDET and wrote grants for these programs which enabled them to produce and record live music broadcasts which included Maria Muldaur, Shawn Colvin, Stan Rogers, Claudia Schmidt, Rambling Jack Elliot, Tom Chapin & more . . . Then he gave it up to play his own music …
LINKS:
http://www.myspace.com/jerestormermusic
http://cdbaby.com/cd/jerestormer
http://www.metrotimes.com/metropolis/sonic/artistprofile.asp?id=1783
Tel. 313+587-3110

Lyrics

In the Shadow of No Towers (for NYC)

Written By: Jere Stormer

(available on compilation CD - Songwriters Anon of Michigan coming in February 08)
In the shadow of no towers
I’m dropping bread crumbs on the ground...
Been walking for 6 hours as if nothing’s fallen down.
Lookin’ for salvation just a friend I thought I knew,
Time and traffic at a standstill I wonder if I can make it thru,
I’m hanging high on that old clock tower,
Pulling back on the hands if it were only in my power
In the shadow of ……..
It’s too dark to see your eyes
In the shadow of no towers, all this darkness comes alive
Love is war now peace is hatred I have a sorrow that’s making me numb
Like Golith blind and raging we can’t see what we've become
In the shadow of no towers,
praise the bombs that will bring us together who would Jesus destroy?
Can you pay for your ticket to heaven with the blood of secular humanists?
Infidels. Nonbelievers? Who will pay the toll? Who will free the Aiyatollah from your soul?
In the shadow of no towers,
Cant’ find no place to stand
I’m filling in the sky the best I can
There is no distance only passage, I’m slipping into my new skin
Our future’s stolen our present is hidden and the past comes back to us Again and again
Cant’ find no place to stand I’m filling in the sky the best I can
c&p waxlipsakimbo music 2007

Homeless By Now

Written By: Jere Stormer

(Moonsqualler stringband version - original available on LINGO - see CDbaby site)
I was traveling down I-94 Got Off on my exit and under the pass
I saw a man there - could’ve seen him before
but I never noticed the cardboard in his hands…
Huddled for warmth in the late winter’s wind the snow was black from the cars that passed by…
When I finally read all the words on his sign, I laughed ‘til I cried at the sight of the
truth that I couldn’t deny….
(Chorus)
It said
If you lived here, you’d be homeless by now
if you lived here, you would be home
If you lived here, you’d be homeless by now…
Wherever you roam it’s what you call home and it’s already gone…

I can’t remember every star up in the sky
But I count them all for I fall asleep
And in my dreamin I can’t help but wonder why
And how big a secret can we keep?

If you lived here, you’d be homeless by now
if you lived here, you would be home
If you lived here, you’d be homeless by now…
Wherever you roam it’s what you call home and it’s already gone…

Forever Changes

Written By: Jere Stormer

Forever changes
(visit myspace.com/jerestormermusic for a rocked up version)

You are the morning shadow
You are the brightening of my day
I am the red-tail hunter, I’m on the wing I’m on my way… You are the humming meadow, To the horizon you will flee…
I am the restless river – I will chase you to the sea….

How can I ever find you?
How can I ever know your heart?
How can I ever touch you?
How can I reach the deepest part?
How can I prove I love you, if you won’t let me find my way… How can I make these colors from a single ball of grey…

(Bridge)
On a tangled curtain - Like the sheets across your bed
You are the all-day dreamer Sleepwalking in my head …
How convenient to conceal
I know you touch but can you feel?
Forever changes make this real…

If you became a star up in the sky of night
I’ll be a thundercloud and hide you from the sight
If you became a trout swimming in the brook
I’ll become a feathered-fly and catch you with my hook
If you became a rose standing in the wood
I’ll be the bumble bee that kissed you where you stood
If you became a corpse still in the ground
I’ll become the cold clay and smother you all around…
How can I make these colors from a single ball of grey…
c&p waxlipsakimbo music 2007

Actual Size

Written By: Jere Stormer

Please don’t make my insurance rate go much higher,
or it would kill me.
But it don’t make me hesitate to try those things that thrill me.
Like Otis Redding sang it at the dock of the bay, I let my love
go off without thinking...
If I could re-wind and get back to the place I could face the truth without blinking.
Right between my eyes - this love is actual size, actual size.

I used to climb to the volcano top just say that I could get higher.
I finally found it’s good to stop, before you fall in the fire.
Now I’m trying hard to swallow this lump in my throat,
dry the tears from my eyes.
You always knew just how to get my goat because
I’m so getable goat-wise.
Much to my surprise this love is actual size.

Maybe in another life - I had a brain, you were my wife,
baby, on another day - I’ll have the heart...
I’ll have the courage...
To play the part.

Please don’t fill my coffee cup the way you would just keep me up all night and into the next day I cannot sleep this dream away.
‘Cause it’s actual size.
c&p waxlipsakimbo music 2007

The only good rocknroller is a dead rocknroller

Written By: Jere Stormer Greg Gordon

The only good rocknroller is a dead rocknroller...
The only good rocknroller is a dead rocknroller...
The only real rocknroller is a feel rocknroller.
The only re real rocknroller is a feel rocknroller
and are you ready to play?

It’s like Elvis at Woodstock. The Rolling Stones land on Plymouth Rock. And U2 can be the New Kid on the Block...
If you’re ready to pay.

The only lame rocknroller is a tame rocknroller...
The only lame rocknroller is a tame rocknroller...
Hey kid you know what the risk is.
Don’t you know it’s a formula business?
Hey kid you know what the risk is, and are you ready to play?

Be careful of what you wish for - Be careful of what you gain
Success can take what you love the most and turn it into pain...
Can I get just one autograph, did you know Kurt Cobain?
Hurry or you’ll miss your plane.
The only good rocknroller is a dead rocknroller...
The only real rocknroller is a feel rocknroller.

c&p waxlipsakimbo music 2007

Company Man

Written By: Jere Stormer

He gets up in the morning...
Goes to sleep at night...
Eats his lunch at noontime...
Keeps his hours right.
He’s working for that “someday”
he’s looking for a chance
to build his dreams tomorrow, see his children dance.

(CHROUS)
That’s just the way of the company man.
He knows what he’s doing: he’s doing the best he can.
He may be wrong, but he hopes we’ll understand
that’s just the way of the company man.

Living with the rumors, a game of soft charade.
The Thousand dollar bonus – the surrate accolade.
But it doesn’t really matter if your collar’s blue or white.
When it tightens it can wake you in the middle of the night.

(CHROUS AGAIN)
[BRIDGE)
Some people spend their lives like money...
I punch the clock with an open hand...
And the boss says don’t you know you’re living in the land of
milk and honey.
So why I’m I holding sand?

LAST CHORUS:
Here’s to all you company men (and women)
to the punch-drunk burnt-out poet trapped inside your skin.
Who never listened once when they told you twice you could never grow young again.
Let ‘em keep their Gold Watch -- You got no time for their foolish grin.
Let ‘em take the benefits, and the grave they’d put you in...
To young to die -- Won’t live the lie -- Of the company men.
c&p Waxlipsakimbo music 2007

Company Man

Written By: Jere Stormer

He gets up in the morning...
Goes to sleep at night...
Eats his lunch at noontime...
Keeps his hours right.
He’s working for that “someday�
he’s looking for a chance
to build his dreams tomorrow, see his children dance.

(CHROUS)
That’s just the way of the company man.
He knows what he’s doing: he’s doing the best he can.
He may be wrong, but he hopes we’ll understand
that’s just the way of the company man.

Living with the rumors, a game of soft charade.
The Thousand dollar bonus – the surrate accolade.
But it doesn’t really matter if your collar’s blue or white.
When it tightens it can wake you in the middle of the night.

(CHROUS AGAIN)
[BRIDGE)
Some people spend their lives like money...
I punch the clock with an open hand...
And the boss says don’t you know you’re living in the land of
milk and honey.
So why I’m I holding sand?

LAST CHROUS:
Here’s to all you company men (and women)
to the punch-drunk burnt-out poet trapped inside your skin.
Who never listened once when they told you twice you could never grow young again.
Let ‘em keep their Gold Watch -- You got no time for their foolish grin.
Let ‘em take the benefits, and the grave they’d put you in...
To young to die -- Won’t live the lie -- Of the company men.

Winter on the line

Written By: Jere Stormer

Winter on the line
It’s a long way from Gainsborough to Fenway if ya go.
Took me almost 12 years to make it to the show,
Only took a season, now I’m back again, a foul out and one sacrifice later…
The coach he told me: “son, baseball’s just a game where your life can get suspended between the boredom and the fame”
Now I’m playing winter ball in Juarez, I’m following the signs, clear through to February…It’s winter on the line.
CHR: Winter on the line….
I married my sweet Belinda on one opening day
We took our vows at home plate right on the field of play…
Couldn’t afford no diamond, lease the kind that really shines,
So I offered her a green field where it’s summer all the time…
Now everywhere I wander I come to call it home – from Syracuse to Ashville to your voice on the phone…
Your like heat on a stiff muscle, sap within a vine, you make me think I’ll never feel the winter on the line.
CHR: Winter on the line….
Bridg: Growing up’s not easy, but it happens anyway, you find yourself believing that you threw it all away.
Your body betrays you, your mind begins to know, maybe you can’t play forever…
Winter on the line…
There’s an old man sellin’ red hots to the people in the stands, I can picture it so clearly but I will never understand
How baseball season’s over when I still wanna play… so I button up my collar ‘cause winter’s on the way.
Winter on the line.

Homeless by now

Written By: Jerry Stormer

I was traveling down I-94 Got Off on my exit and under the pass
I saw a man there - could've seen him before
but I never noticed the cardboard in his hands�
Huddled for warmth in the late winter's wind the snow was black from the cars that passed by�
When I finally read all the words on his sign, I laughed 'til I cried at the sight of the
truth that I couldn't deny�.
(Chorus)
It said
If you lived here, you'd be homeless by now
if you lived here, you would be home
If you lived here, you'd be homeless by now�
Wherever you roam it's what you call home and it's already gone�

I can't remember every star up in the sky
But I count them all for I fall asleep
And in my dreamin I can't help but wonder why
And how big a secret can we keep?

If you lived here, you'd be homeless by now
if you lived here, you would be home
If you lived here, you'd be homeless by now�
Wherever you roam it's what you call home and it's already gone�

Bet your heart

Written By: J Stormer

I know I’m getting sentimental when I think how long it’s been
You know it makes me kinda mental when I see you on the town I try to pretend…

I’ve forgotten there’s no bottom to this fallin’
Like the ashes dissapearin’ on your cigarette
I have mercy, but not enough to call on But I’m giving every-thing I get. Better bet your heart.

I think there’s something fundamental about the way your earrings dangle in the light…
You make it tough, but so so gentle
when I cannot hide my heart in plain sight….

You’ve got a smile that turns the darkness into sunshine
I could lose myself again with no regret
I could spend another week behind your eyelids
Burning passionate….
Bet your heart, right from the start… use me before I fall apart.

Swore to the devil, I could not accept
From my mind every memory I swept
But I’ve collected every promise that you kept … from me…

Open the window And travel where it leads you
Close your eyes and see right through the wall
Be beholden to the angel there to catch you
When you take that fall… Better bet it…..

Discography

Media Jackals (single) 1980s
Available Space (late 90s) Jere Stormer & the Loose Canyons
Lingo (2003) Jere Stormer
Wall of Doors (2006) Jere Stormer
No Small Song (in progress)
all on Adeq Records

Set List

Genre-wise Jere covers everything from cowboy songs to science-fiction folk… While Jere’s music can “speak for itself,” sometimes just the song titles can give you an idea of what his music’s about: AFTER THE FUTURE – The concept was inspired by Sun Ra, while its rural blues form owes a nod to Son House. TELEPATHIC is an audience participation song which goes way beyond a sing-a-long. . . It’s a think-a-long -- A hootenanny-of-the-mind (this ain’t no kum-bye-ya).
While the bone chilling ROYAL OAK P.O. may leave you down, Jere’s fang-in-cheek look at living forever as a vampire, VLAD THE IMPALER, is sure to bemuse.
For every issue-oriented song like MIDDLE CLASS OUTRAGE, there’s an outrageously funny song like STAN GETZ AL HIRT (About a jazz band that likes to wrestle).
typical set list:
Pinball Wizard (Who)
Winter on the Line (baseball song wi/
Take me out to the ballgame
Company Man
Actual Size
Forever Changes
Under the Sea (from Little Mermaid)
Look Inside Yourself