Joseph Blood

Joseph Blood

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

His band's mix of roots and country with occasional dips into rock and punk make for a high energy and truly unique live show. From barn burning cowpunk to lush orchestral pop, Joseph Blood and The Bluetick' Houn Dogs are one of Vancouver's freshest new acts.

Biography

He’s been called the “Second coming of Gram Parsons” a “true renaissance man” and “one of the classiest musicians you’ll meet”. However you want to see him Joseph Blood strives to entertain and expand his horizons at every turn on the road.

Blood’s career as an acclaimed Vancouver based guitar player has seen him play with groups like Jakalope, Bend Sinister, Crystal Pistol, Nim Vind and Jessica Beach. He has played stages on seven different countries and has shared bills with acts ranging from 2 Live Crew, Demented are Go and Spirit of the West. It doesn’t get more varied than that.

His self produced, debut full length “For Friends and Family” is his foray to the front of the stage. “Hitting all the best parts of modern Americana” Blood’s songs are a blend of dark country, celtic punk and chamber pop. His self described “acid-country” has been winning him fans across North America and Europe as more and more people latch on to his urgent, captivating melodies and songs.

He writes about living on the road, love found and lost and all the booze and heartache that fills up the cracks of life. And he certainly knows what he’s talking about.

After seven years of professionally touring, Joseph has his share of stories. From playing world war 2 army bunkers in Germany to showing up to gigs to find a dead body inside, he has seen just about everything that the road has to offer. Just about.

“That’s why I keep playing,” says Blood. “I’m pretty much unemployable in any conventional sense but I’m able to travel and have all these crazy experiences. There’s always somewhere new to go or someone new to meet. It never stops being exciting.”

Everything/person he comes across may not make it into a song but he certainly has a deep well to draw from. It’s evident in the self-deprecatory “Rock’n’roll is Gonna Ruin My Life” where he sings about loading up a van in the rain at five in the morning and eating nothing but toast. Or perhaps in “East Van Kitchen”, a straight up boot stomper that describes life in a squat in the notorious Canadian district.

“I always see the beauty and comedy in the things that other people might find bizarre or even repulsive. I like to draw out the parts of a situation that allow you to get through it.”

But don’t get him wrong, take a listen to “Best Not to Talk” or “Cemetery Town” and it’s evident that Blood has a distinct connection to the darker, heart breaking aspect of life.

Truthfully “For Friends and Family” is a remarkably diverse record. Four to the floor drinking songs are followed up with minimalist murder ballads. The smarmy swagger of “Whiskey and Wine” has you singing at the top of your longs while the album’s closer “November Morning” is a lush orchestral piece featuring a string quartet. Guest vocal spots from the Be Good Tanya’s Frazey Ford and Toronto’s Rebecca Ramone offer distinct shades of the great collaborations between Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris.

“Life isn’t one dimensional. It’s constantly in flux. Good, bad, love and anger. It’s all part of the same mess we’re in and my songs are just my own way of trying to come to terms with it all. If any one else happens to find something in them that they can relate too than that is just a bonus. It means I’m not totally nuts.”

Lyrics

I Miss Smoking Cigarettes

Written By: Joseph Blood

I MISS SMOKING CIGARETTES

When I’d wake up in the morning you know that first puff was the best
And I just couldn’t wait to puff on all the rest
I’d start and end each day with a friendly cigarette
Live fast
Smoke lots
And die with no regrets

Well I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, wanna smoke, wanna smoke all I can get
And when I die I hope that the Lord in the sky
Has got some smokes up there to get me by

Well I went to the doctor and I heard that bastard say
“Son you gonna die if you keep living life this way”
But I still look with sorrow on that final fateful day
The day I threw my last Du Maurier away

Well I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, wanna smoke, wanna smoke all I can get
And when I die I hope that the Lord in the sky
Has got some smokes up there to get me by

Well quitting smokes is mighty tough and I know you you’ve got it rough
But there givin’em to those blokes up in AA
And I guess I worried ‘bout getting sick from all those godamn cancer sticks
But I still gotta go for a prostate exam anyway

Well I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, wanna smoke, wanna smoke all I can get
And when I die I hope that the Lord in the sky
Has got some smokes up there to get me by

There’s a coupl’a things that I don’t miss like my yellow teeth and fingertips
And I really couldn’t speak for the smell on all my clothes
And I guess it’s nice not being broke from all the dough I’d spend on smokes
And I’d hate sayin’ “Hey man, can I bum a cigarette?”

But I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, smoke, smoke all I can get
Yeah I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, smoke, smoke all I can get
Alright!
I miss smoking cigarettes
I wanna smoke, smoke all I can get
An when I die I hope that the Lord in the sky

Has got some smokes up there to get me by

Best Not to Talk

Written By: Joseph Blood

BEST NOT TO TALK

The simple man is always gonna be
The purest when he speaks
And the vendor on the side of the street
Won’t sell me anwers to anything

The beggar on the side of the road
Is telling me which way to go
Cuz it dosen’t matter anyways
It’s my road, and I’m on it
Like it or not

Sometimes it’s best not to talk
And hear what silence has to say

Today, is the day I wake and the day I want to make right
Hey, if I get outta line there’s time to get back
Everybody breaks sometimes and you are just the same
Yeah, you are just the same

Mistakes have been made
By God, I’m the first one to admit it
I’m just a mess of blood and bone
But it’s my skin, and I’ll wear it
Like it or not

Sometimes it’s best not to talk
And hear what silence has to say

Today, is the day I wake and the day I want to make right
Hey, if I get outta line there’s time to get back
Everybody breaks sometimes and you are just the same
Yeah, you are just the same

I’m the first one to admit it
I’m the first one to regret it
I’m the first one to walk away X2

Cuz i’m just a mess of blood and bone
But it’s my skin, and I’ll wear it
Like it or not

Today, is the day I wake and the day I want to make right
Hey, if I get outta line there’s time to get back
Everybody breaks sometimes and you are just the same
Yeah, you are just the same

Chasing the Wind

Written By: Joseph Blood

Blowin’ to the south and to the north
The wind carries on its endless course
Up to the east, and to the west
The wind blows without rest
The wind blows without rest
Without rest

Blow wind blow
Wherever you may go
I don’t know
But as the rivers flow
And the ocean turns to rain
You will come again, and once again
I will be chasing the wind
Chasing the wind

Well the rivers flow out to the sea
But the sea ain’t full no, nor will it ever be
And what has been is what will be
And what’s been done is what we know will come
What’s been done is what we know will come
It’s what we know will come

Blow wind blow
Wherever you may go
I don’t know
But as the rivers flow
And the ocean turns to rain
You will come again, and once again
I will be chasing the wind
Chasing the wind

Well people come and people go
Some are loved more than they’ll ever know
Rivers flow, and day turns to night
On and on
The day turns
The day turns

Blow wind blow
Wherever you may go
I don’t know
But as the rivers flow
And the ocean turns to rain
You will come again, and once again
I will be chasing the wind
Chasing the wind

Discography

For Friends and Family 2009

Set List

ORIGINALS:
Whiskey and Wine
On the Road With the Killer
Cemetery Town
Skipping Stone
Rather Be a Farmer's Boy
East Van Kitchen
One Kiss
Chasing the Wind
Glass of Old Whiskey
November Morning
I Miss Smoking Cigarettes
Best Not to Talk
I Would Be Your Dog
Porch Lights
Find that Well
The Little Steps

COVERS:
Here Comes My Girl
Proud Mary
Born to Run
Eye on the Prize
Cadillac, One Piece at a Time
Little Red Riding Hood
Take a Whiff on Me
Cannibal's Hymn