Mark Robinson Band

Mark Robinson Band

BandBluesAmericana

Raw and soulful, blues-infused, guitar-driven roots music.
Chicago Blues, Memphis Soul, hard driving roots music with a deep groove. Strong original song writing, emotional singing and playing.

Biography

BIO: "Quit Your Job - Play Guitar" isn't just the title of Mark Robinson's first solo CD -- it's also his life.

Mark Robinson picked up his first guitar at age 13 in his hometown, Bloomington, Indiana. Absorbing everything from The Allman Brothers to Charlie Christian, Mark practiced every lick until it was perfect. But he also found his own musical path, part rock, part blues, part jazz--but most definitely Mark Robinson. He continued to expand his guitar horizons at Indiana University and its renowned School of Music.

After graduation, Mark moved to Chicago, where he had a chance to play with some legends of American blues, including Lonnie Brooks, Jimmy Johnson, Koko Taylor, Son Seals, and Bo Diddley. When Mark returned to Bloomington, he began performing and recording with nationally acclaimed acts in the region: singer-songwriter Bill Wilson; Americana artists Carrie Newcomer, Tom Roznowski, and Bob Cheevers; soul-bluesman Tad Robinson (no relation); and rock guitarist Larry Crane (formerly of John Mellencamp's band). And he had a day gig: video producer at IU. It paid the bills and allowed him to get his master's degree in education.

In 2004, Mark jumped at the opportunity to move to Music City and be a musician full-time. No guarantees of making a living, but a chance to do what he loves, play guitar. It was the right move. Since moving to Nashville, Mark has performed and/or recorded with Davis Raines, Mike Cullison, Randy Handley, Walt Wilkins and the Mystiqueros, Tricia Walker, Kent Blazy, Cory Batten, Johnny Neel, Brian Langlinais, Tom Ghent, and Joe Sun, to name a few.

Mark has also focused on songwriting, getting cuts by other Nashville artists, and on producing, with several CDs and demos to his credit. In addition, he now fronts the Mark Robinson Band, performing strong originals and soulful covers. Mark Robinson the sideman has morphed into Mark Robinson the artist.

Mark's new CD, Quit Your Job - Play Guitar, is raw and soulful blues-infused, guitar-based roots music. The songs and performances are steeped in Chicago blues, Memphis soul, rock and roll, and Americana. The players on the CD are some of the finest in Nashville. And Mark's songs are as at home on Beale Street as they are on Lower Broad, and as comfortable in Southside Chicago lounges as in the studios of Muscle Shoals.

Over the course of his career Mark has shared the stage with some of the best-known names in music, including The Byrds, Johnny Winter, Steppenwolf, John Mellencamp, Dr. John, Leo Kotke, David Ball, Marty Stuart, and Lonnie Mack. But he's never had more fun or more satisfaction than right now, right here in Nashville.

Quit Your Job - Play Guitar is the work of one guy who did quit his job to play guitar, and who has since been playing, writing, and performing with others in Nashville, sharing the highs and lows of making music for a living.
Everyone whose clock is set to Central Soul Time--keeping the beat in New Orleans, Memphis, Chicago, and Nashville--can relate to the music of Mark Robinson.

Lyrics

Poor Boy

Written By: traditional with additional music and lyrics by Davis Raines and Mark Robinson

Poor Boy
Traditional
© 2009 additional lyrics and music Davis Raines and Mark Robinson

(chorus)
Poor boy ,I'm a long way from home
Poor boy, I'm a long way from home
Girl, don't you do me wrong
Girl, don't you do me wrong

Got my divorcement in the mail
Got my divorcement in the mail
Nothin' I could do from in the jail
Nothin' I could do from in the jail

Lyin' and a travelin' is all that woman done
Put me in position, to have to draw my gun
Get me out of prison, run me out of town
Caught the first thing smoking and
I don't know where I'm bound

(chorus)

I'll find myself a hustle, go down to the coast
Take the rich man's money, that’s the thing he loves the most
Right now I'm just a stranger, everywhere I roam
I'm just a poor boy, a long way from home
you know that I can't stay long,
poor boy I'm a long way from home

(chorus)

Memphis Won't Leave Me Alone

Written By: Andrea Crimmins and Mark Robinson

Memphis Just Won’t Leave Me Alone
© 2009 Andrea C. Renfree & Mark Robinson

On a Greyhound bus out of Baton Rouge
Feeling like a rebel with nothing to lose
Gonna put three states behind me before I’m done

Stopped for gas at the county line
Never knew freedom could taste so fine
I lift my cup of coffee to the morning sun

Memphis – you’ve been calling out my name
Memphis - Momma said it was a dog-gone shame
That a small-town boy’s gotta run so far
From everything thing he’s known...
But Memphis just won’t leave me alone

With a duffel bag, an old six-string
T-shirt says Elvis is the King
I say a little prayer as we drive by the “land of Grace”

Heart chugging like a run-away train
As I step into that Delta rain
Tears of joy start rolling down my face

Memphis - you’ve been calling out my name
Memphis - Momma said it was a dog-gone shame
That a small-town boy’s gotta run so far
From everything thing he’s known...
But Memphis just won’t leave me alone
Spoken:
Delta blues
Blue-suede shoes
Memphis, Tennessee
You’re the place I choose
Gonna find, peace of mind
Now that I’m on Memphis time
Memphis - you’ve been calling out my name
Memphis - Momma said it was a dog-gone shame
That a small-town boy’s gotta run so far
From everything thing he’s known...
But Memphis just won’t leave me alone
Memphis, won't leave me alone
No, Memphis just won’t leave me alone

Payday Giveaway

Written By: Bill Wilson

Pay Day Giveaway
lyrics and music by Bill Wilson

Pool hall, quarter a ball, pick your stick hangin’ on the wall
Aim slow, shoot it low, fall for it all when you never know
There’s a black eight, won’t roll straight
Scratch of a match and you’re easy bait for a
Cue-shark, shooting his mark, to a
Pay day giveaway in the dark

CHORUS
Lucy Ann your man’s been out ramblin’
What will he be bringin’ home to you
Oh the winds that sing of whiskey, wine and gambling
The eagle screamed no sooner than he flew

Black Jack, count the stack, sit and get hit ‘til you win it back
Thirteen and a showin’ queen, but a bluff ain’t enough with your pockets clean
Red ten won’t let you win, so you fold out cold and you’re down again to a card-shark, dealing his mark to a pay day giveaway in the dark

CHORUS

Fat pot, feeling hot, seven go to heaven on a lucky shot
It’s a fool’s game, callin’ my name, let it go with the flow but it’s all the same
Bad dice, snake eyes twice, get burned ‘til you learn what you sacrificed to a
Crap-shark, rolling his mark, to a pay day giveaway in the dark

CHORUS

Back In The Saddle

Written By: Randy Handley and Mark Robinson

Back In The Saddle
© 2009 Randy Handley and Mark Robinson

I hear a ringing, a ring-a-ding-dinging in my ear
I got a tingly feeling like I 'm not sure what I'm doing up here
I got my feet in the stirrups and my hat in the air, singing
Yippee-ti-yay like I just don't care
And it's, flipity-flop, clipity-clop
I'm back in the saddle again

I got thrown down hard, out in the West Texas dust
Shake it off, get back up, stand up tall, get back on, that's a must
It's a long hot circuit from Okema to Dallas
I need a tall cool drink, I might just see Alice
And it's, flipity-flop, clipity-clop
I'm back in the saddle again

I want to ride, ride, ride
Like I could fly, fly, fly
I want to feel this good
Every minute 'til the day I die
I was down, I was out, up the creek without a paddle
But I'm proud to say that I'm back in the saddle
And it's, flipity-flop, clipity-clop
I'm back in the saddle again

I was down, I was out, up the creek without a paddle
But I'm proud to say that I'm back in the saddle
And it's, flipity-flop, clipity-clop
I'm back in the saddle again

I KNow You'll Be Mine

Written By: Mark Robinson

I Know You’ll Be Mine
(c) 2010 Mark Robinson

You’ve got that look in your eye, babe
You’ve got that look in your eye
You’ve got that look in your eye, girl
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine

You’ve got a racing motor
You’ve got a racing motor
You’ve got a racing motor
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine

I’ve got some whiskey, got some cocaine
I got the keys to your car
Got some whiskey, got some cocaine
I got the keys to your car
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine

You’ve got that look in your eye, babe
You’ve got that look in your eye
You’ve got that look in your eye, girl
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine

And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine
And I know you’ll be mine

Discography

New CD
"Quit Your Job - Play Guitar" on Blind Chihuahua Records
check it out--go listen:
http://quityourjobplayguitar.com/

For radio stations playing the new CD go to:
http://quityourjobplayguitar.com/Radio.html
CD charted in the top 50 blues CDs at Roots Music Report Aug. 7th 2010
Song "Poor Boy" featured on Blues Deluxe week of August 15th on 105 stations
Featured artist on WEVL 89.9 Memphis Soul Stew show
Featured on The Guitar Show with Andy Ellis
The album has charted recently on:
Full-Time Blues Radio Airplay Top 50
Gil Anthony's Blues Power Top 30
Tennessee Roots Radio Airplay Top 30

Set List

I can perform solo acoustic or duo sets
The band can do 2 sets of original songs as well as 2 sets of blues, R&B, soul & rock covers.
Instrumentation--2 guitars, keyboards, bass, drums, 4 vocals