Kate Mann

Kate Mann

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Desert Gypsy Rock - Kate Mann's music takes you on a southwestern journey of the nighttime world with snapshots of love lost and dangerous encounters.

Biography


Kate Mann’s songs take you on a southwestern journey of the nighttime world with snapshots of love lost and dangerous encounters. Kate grew up at the foot of the Sandia mountains in New Mexico, and the texture of the desert subtly sculpts her music. A deeply resonant, unique vocal quality, atypical chord progressions, and compelling and intelligent lyrics combine to conjure comparisons as varied as PJ Harvey, Lucinda Williams, Tom Waits, and Nick Cave.

A former high school teacher, Kate had an awakening of sorts in 2005 and dedicated herself to music full time. She traded in her car for a van, fixed up her mother’s old 1963 Gibson acoustic, and started touring the Western United States. Her unique brand of moody Americana has been cultivating a loyal local fan base, and she is continuing the trend regionally. Her song “Cowboys are my Weakness” was recently selected as a finalist in the Americana category of the Independent Music Awards, and she received some national airplay for selections off her most recent album. Kate has also been winning fans in Europe, where her first album has gotten airplay and positive reviews.

“Devil’s Rope,” Kate’s second album, was recorded at 8-Ball Studio in Portland and coproduced by Kate and studio owner Rob Stroup. The album, distributed by Burnside Distribution, takes the songwriter into new territory. Whereas Mann’s debut, the 2005 release “November Songs,” was a sparse acoustic recording, “Devil’s Rope” surrounds Mann’s dusky voice and acoustic guitar with aggressive slide guitar and harmonica, rumbling drums, and accordion and classical guitar sounds that conjure images of gypsy caravans. Recording for the artist’s third album will begin in January 2008.

Lyrics

Cowboys are my Weakness

Written By: Kate Mann

She said, "I know there's something deeper here I'm supposed to discover
But all I really want tonight is to find myself a lover.
Cowboys are my weakness so won't you buy me a drink?
Whiskey is my poison, that way I don't have to think about it."

Easy come and easy go,
if you don't try you'll never know.
Sometimes it seems like it depends on which way the wind decides to blow.

One night turned to two, it turned to three, it turned to four.
Mornings found their clothes entangled, strewn across the floor.
But we all know how these things go, less isn't always more.
She laid her cards out on the table but he had one foot out the door.

He said, "Woman, you make me want to be a better man,
but darlin', I don't really think that I can.
You see, I've spent years and years perfecting my womanizing ways.
I promised myself I'd be like that til' I reached my grave."

Easy come and easy go,
if you don't try you'll never know.
Sometimes it seems like it depends on which way the wind decides to blow.

He stayed true to his word, now she's sleeping alone.
The circumstance reminds her, her house is not her home.
She always saw it coming, he never told a lie,
but the saddest thing is that he never said goodbye.

Easy come and easy go,
if you don't try you'll never know.
Sometimes it seems like it depends on which way the wind decides to blow.

Cowboys are my weakness, so won't you buy me a drink?
Whiskey is my poison that way I don't have to think about it.

Old Soul

Written By: Kate Mann

I don't know what to say,
but I don't think it matters much anyway.
Some things never change.

I'll figure it out somehow on my own.
It goes better when I'm alone.
Some people think that is strange.

Trying so hard to be like all the rest
leaves me nothing to show but this hole in my chest
and I wish that I'd learned it a long time ago
but my old soul just needed a rest.

I've forgotten what I wanted this for.
What am I supposed to do with this useless decor?
I don't think I should stay.

Its no good for me so how am I good for you?
Sometimes ending's the only thing left to do.
Another going away.

Trying so hard to be like all the rest
leaves me nothing to show but this hole in my chest
and I wish that I'd learned it a long time ago
but my old soul just needed a rest.

Random Observations

Written By: Kate Mann

RANDOM OBSERVATIONS

I

We’ve got Astrid locked up in the cellar
She’s been down there for over a year
We let her out once or twice
And it was very nice
But don’t blink or she’ll disappear

And the ladies, they all lie in waiting
for a song that will speak to their soul
With a shot in one hand
And a smoke in the other
They’re all slowly losing control

II

And the ants go marching one by one
I hope they stop to have some fun
but not the kind they always find
in the bottom of a glass or a bowl

I

They go out at night seeking something
but they always come home feeling old
Debaucherous reverie
Ain’t what it used to be
and nighttime was never so cold

He secretly dreams he’s a sinner
but he tries to come off like a saint
Saying all the right things
Like a puppet with strings
I have finally lodged a complaint

II

She put twenty-four blackbirds into a pie
She caught twenty-five but the last one could fly
So it left all its friends behind, flapping its wings with an eye toward the sky

INSTRUMENTAL I

II

There were 99 bottles of beer on the wall
The next day they were gone, the first day of fall
with the leaves on the trees turning colors and blowing away,
what ever happened to them all?

Bird In My House

Written By: Kate Mann

V1

There’s a bird in my house and I don’t know what to do.
Somebody left the window open, and in the bird flew.
Now he’s sitting on the table and he’s staring back at me.
I can tell by his expression that he doesn’t want to leave.

CHORUS

There’s a bird in my house and I don’t know what to do.
Somebody left the window open, and in the bird flew.

V2

A black cat crossed my path earlier today.
I pretended not to notice, I continued on my way.
I knew that something bad would happen, but what I couldn’t say.
I couldn’t shake that feeling for the rest of the day.

CHORUS

V3

The mirror broke into a million pieces, maybe more.
I could see my reflection scattered all across the floor.
So I swept up the pieces, I will not shed any tears.
My luck’s been bad forever, what’s another seven years?

CHORUS

Robert Johnson Knew

Written By: Kate Mann


I haven’t sold my soul to the devil yet, but I think that I just might
Robert Johnson seems like he knew a thing or two.
I’m losing my momentum, I’m running out of time
And I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do.

I’m like a seagull a thousand miles away from the sea.
My old ways, they keep getting the best of me.
Its better late than never, at least that’s what they say
But I’m not sure this is the kind of game I want to play.

I haven’t sold my soul to the devil yet, but I think that I just might.
Will I really have to write my name in blood?
Does forever mean forever, or just until I get tired?
I can always say that I misunderstood.

I’m like a deer beside the highway, I just don’t stand a chance
Against four wheels and two tons of steel.
I’m frozen in the headlights, I’m caught in circumstance
And my only consolation is that none of this is real.

I haven’t sold my soul to the devil yet, but I think that I just might.
Robert Johnson seems like he knew a thing or two.

Needles and Pins

Written By: Kate Mann

Needles and pins, it just doesn’t fit in
No matter which way I try to rearrange.
The lines are so fleeting, its like catching ghosts in a net full of holes.
One flies away and another one takes its place,
Haunting my consciousness, haunting my consciousness.
Where is my paper and pen?
I will draw them a map of where to begin.

This will make sense in the end.
This will make sense in a minute, it always does.
This will make sense in the end.
This will make sense in the end.

I caught a bullet in my weathered hand.
The silver shines in the sun. Where is the blood?
Its not what you would expect based on experience there on the screen.
Its hot like the embers we left burning bright in the fire unattended that day.
You walked away and I went for a swim,
Dodging the bullets like rain.

The fire burned the trees to the ground,
The fire burned the trees to the ground.
But with no one to witness, did it really happen?
The fire burned the trees to the ground.

I try to be patient, I wait for the light,
But waiting just doesn’t make sense.
The Rainman, he took it a little too far.
Nothing is coming as far as my eyes can see.
Nothing is coming as far as my eyes can see.

Needles and pins, where do I begin
When everything seems so strange?

Discography

"Devil's Rope," 2007
"November Songs", 2005

Set List

I can provide up to 3 x 50 minute sets of original music. Covers can include songs from Johnny Cash, Lou Reed, Tom Waits, Jesse Sykes, Mazzy Star, Cowboy Junkies, and Pearl Jam. I've opened up for punk bands, country bands, and rock bands.