Kim Boyce

Kim Boyce

BandFolkAcoustic

Think Alice Munro...personal and intimate like that. Think a summer storm...powerful, unexpected, soothing, replenishing. Think letters handwritten on fine paper, sunlight sparkling on waves, the smile of a good friend, silvery moonlight, spanish coffee, a multi-faceted stone. You're getting close.

Biography

Kim remembers when she was in grade 8 and sitting on Shawn Colvin’s front lawn, sharing Gordon Lightfoot, Rolling Stone and Monkee songs, and learning one of Shawn’s songs. This was her first up-close experience with songwriting, and it was inspiration enough to get Kim to start writing some of her own. She was quickly recognized as a strong talent, and was chosen to represent her high school and then her city in songwriting competitions.

Kim went on to perform her own songs in clubs, coffee houses and folk festivals in her home town of London, Ontario and as far away as Dawson City. She sang and performed with a traditional music society, The Cuckoo’s Nest, for a number of years. She also sang with a jazz band and had her own combos, from duo to full band, performing her own folk-rooted, jazz and rock-influenced material. She performed alongside such artists as Don Ross, Loreena McKinnett, Jane Siberry and Janis Ian.

Although Kim left professional music behind for more than a decade when she moved to Toronto, she continued to listen and learn. She took jazz singing at York University. In the late nineties, she took up writing again and completed a course in advanced songwriting offered at Humber College. The connections she made in that course have evolved into the Toronto Songwriter’s Association, a growing collective of Toronto songwriters. Kim taps into this collective, and the larger Toronto scene, in a songwriter showcase which she organizes, hosts and performs at each week in Toronto’s Bloor West Village. These, and appearances at other venues throughout the city have earned Kim a reputation as an exceptional singer and songwriter.

Kim’s music reaches across boundaries and has broad appeal. Her honest and clear style compels one to listen, and rewards those who do. Here is what she hears:

“I haven’t heard someone I’d like to hear more of for a long time, but I’d like to hear more of your stuff.”

“Oh, you’re the one that wrote that song. I loved the words to the chorus, wrote them down in my book. They’re just so true. Do you have a cd? You should get one!”

“That’s a number one song!”

“You sound like Chrissy Hyndes.”
“You listened to a lot of Joni Mitchell.”
“Who do you listen to?”

“I’d like to produce your cd.”

“Your song gave me goosebumps.”
“Your song made me cry.”

“I’d like to dance to your songs, choreograph them.”

Lots more. If there were any negative ones, she’s conveniently forgotten them.

CONTACT kimboyce@sympatico.ca 49 Loyalist Rd, Toronto M9A 3P2, TEL: 416-231-7556

Lyrics

Compadres

Written By: Kim Boyce

COMPADRES

Alone in my room, keeping track of the gloom
My world fell apart all around me
Looking for clues, and then I found you
We knew we belonged in a heartbeat
We talked with such ease, ranged wide and dug deep
Hitched rides on each other’s digressions
I always knew I could count on you
To say yes to my crazy suggestions
Compadre.

Sometimes on the road, something takes hold
And you’ve got to go to it.
Take off on your own sometimes, feeling alone
You’ve just got to do it.
I went down to the square and what I found there
Was beyond all my expectations
Ten thousand people and more in the street
All moving in one direction
Compadres.

We’re making a date
We’re meeting at eight
I know where I’m going to find you
You’re walking beside
Though you’re ten thousand miles away
I feel you right beside me.

When I fear defeat, when I’m dragging my feet
When I can’t find the point anymore
When I’ve hit a wall or I’ve spent it all
When I’m lost and I can’t find the door
You keep moving on, lift my eyes off the ground
And my feet find their pace in the soft dust
I know up ahead there’s a table and bread
And the bottle to pass between us
Compadres.

Words and music © Kim Boyce 2005

A Lucky One

Written By: Kim Boyce

A LUCKY ONE

She was a lucky one with a will to survive
She was the glue that kept you whole.
Planted geraniums, baked all the Christmas pies
She was so proud of getting old.
Not too long ago, she married number four –
He had loved her from before the first world war.
They had three good years and then he died:
She had to face the lawyers and jealous kids at eighty-five.

A seventh daughter’s seventh daughter’s child,
She herself was only blessed with one.
A factory worker at thirteen making ties -
Her working life had just begun.
Why old loves returned, it was no mystery -
They were good to her and became part of the family.
But when I think of her, she’s living on her own –
Four times a widow, at eighty-nine still going strong –
A lucky one she was a lucky one.

Once she sat for hours
And tried to catch the shamrock as it opened up its mystery to her.
And I remember once she cried
I held her tight and heard her sigh, “I don’t want to leave this world.”

Stayed out of the poorhouse, she got by –
Had a little saved when she passed on.
It’s hard now to think about - I’d like to ask the doctors why
Any death should have to be so hard won.
And it’s not so very long since she first became a wife –
They had thirty years and then he took his life.
In the end her wandering mind lingered upon him
I can hear her say, “He should have lived, my life’s been haunted.”
But yes, she was a lucky one. she was a lucky one

Words and music © Kim Boyce 2000

Harmony

Written By: Kim Boyce

HARMONY

Who planted these trees by the highway?
How long have their boughs met overhead?
Who named these corners Harmony
And put these curves in the road there?

The highway signs point down memory lane -
There’s St. Mary’s and Woodstock and Baden -
And I’m awash with the feeling
Of the mystery of all that’s happened.

My kids are sleeping in the back seat,
There’s a soft rain coming down.
There’s a place right here beside me
And my friend I wish you could come along.

Because I know you would remember
As we rolled over the swollen Thames
How we jumped rock to rock across her
And fished from her banks now and then.

And oh, we’d love a drive.
We’d love a walk on a forest floor
Through trilliums and mayflowers -
An open field could bring us joy.

Well I’m driving on, but I imagine you here
You’re feeling what I’m feeling now
And just like me you were looking forward
To these trees and these curves and these boughs.

Who planted these trees anyway?
How long have their boughs met overhead?
Who named these corners Harmony?
Who put these curves in the road there?

Words and music© Kim Boyce 2000

Set List

These days I usually only play originals. My sets would be about 45 minutes long and I could do three sets. Here's a list of some of my songs:
Last Night at Dusk
The Worth of a Man
The Girl in the Tree
Long Awaited
Wonderlust
The Beat of the Blues
Understanding
More
Fourteen
A Lucky One
Ride the Rising Wind
Paris Streets
Which Way to Go
Martyrs of Love
Driving in the Dark
Here Comes That Rain
The Geographical Cure
Cottontail and Nestledown
The Burning Man
These War-Torn Years
Wicked
I Can't Get Along (without your love)
Compadres
Eight Years
The Simplest Thing
We Still Have Time to Get Things Right etc.