Matt Minglewood

Matt Minglewood

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Hailing from Nova Scotia, blues, rock, country, Celtic and Cajun are all musical threads that weave their way through the songs of Canadian blues legend Matt Minglewood. Winner of 2005 Maple Blues Award for Entertainer of the Year and 2004 East Coast Music Award for Blues Recording of the Year

Biography

Guitarist, pianist, singer, songwriter creates an inspired blend of country, blues, folk, roots and rock. Both on record and on stage Matt keeps the music thriving, interesting and vivacious. After a dozen recordings and thirty years of touring from Cape Breton to Vancouver, Europe and across the United States he has earned the respect and loyalty of thousands of devoted fans.

Matt grew up in North Sydney, Nova Scotia in a large and loving extended family of twelve. At an early age he remembers sitting on grandfather Batherson’s knee listening to him, completely enthralled by his fiddle playing as he bounced him up and down. At the tender age of four he sang in front of his first audience, singing a couple of Gaelic songs and the writing was on the wall. At the age of six he started fiddle lessons, moved on to the piano at eight and by his teens was in love with the guitar. He joined his first band, the Rockin’ Saints’ in his late teens playing organ and rhythm guitar. His early influences were eclectic, Elvis, Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, BB King but also local fiddle players such as Winston Scotty Fitzgerald and Buddy MacMaster. By his early twenties Matt went on to join a band entitled Sam Moon, Matt Minglewood & the Universal Power. This band soon evolved into the Moon Minglewood Band. They toured the country extensively and became known as one of the hardest working bands in the country. By the mid 70’s they morphed into the Minglewood Band & recorded their first album, affectionately known as ‘The Red Album’ in 76…..a recording contract with RCA Records soon followed.

His music and song writing has the natural universality one only hears from a born storyteller. The songs can be somewhat autobiographical as in 'Me and the Boys', a song about carefree days of his youth or social issues he puts forth in 'Long Way From Texas'. Many of Matt's tunes grapple with the universal feelings of passion, frustrations, hope, loneliness, love, disappointment and regret as well as his deep love of the Maritimes. They are always reflected his life around him and what he is feeling at the time.

His song, “Me & The Boys” was recorded by southern-rock legend Charlie Daniels on his CD of the same name. Many major artists (such as Jeff Healy, Jimmie Rankin, Duck Dunn, (Bassist for Eric Clapton, Neil Young and the Blues Brothers), Colin James, Downchild Blues Band, Kenny Neal, and Grammy award winning Blues harp player Charlie Musselwhite) just to name a few have joined Matt on stage and CD. You never know who may show up to “ sit in “ on any given night!!

A dozen recordings later and now on his own label, Norton Records, Matt has just released his first acoustic Cd entitled ‘The Story’ and has no thoughts of slowing down. Matt still tours extensively either as an acoustic solo artist or with his full band.

Matt has released 12 recordings and has amassed numerous awards & accolades along the way including:
*2006 East Coast Music Award 'Blues Recording of he Year'
*2005 Maple Blues Award for Entertainer of the Year
*2004 East Coast Music Award for Blues Recording of the Year
*Three Gold Records
*Two Juno nominations
*Two Canadian Country Music nominations
*Lifetime Achievement Award from the East Coast Music Association
*Two ECMA Awards as well as numerous nominations
*Canadian Country Music Songwriter of the Year award for Me and The Boys
*he “Great Canadian Blues Award” from CBC’s National radio show, Saturday Night
*Matt was recently honored with an honorary Doctorate Degree from UCCB
*Bestowed with the Queens Jubilee Medal for his contribution to Canadian music

A readers poll of "The Twenty Best Atlantic Canada Albums of All Time" in the Halifax ‘Coast’ readers placed both 'Drivin' Wheel' and the 'Minglewood Red Album' in the top twenty!

Lyrics

Jealous Man

Written By: Matt Minglewood

John the Nipples was after my girl
Talkin’ about taking her around the world
Now he’s lying cold and hes’ covered in blood
Slowly sinking in the mire and mud
I’m a jealous man

Big Jack, the money man was comin’ on strong
Jack didn’t know he wouldn’t be here long
I burned his mansion right down to the ground
No more Big Jack hangin’ around
I’m a Jealous Man

CHORUS
She’s the kind of woman makes a man’s heart, jump
Make his blood pump, acting like a hump, rump chump
He’ll be hangin’ round her house like a hound in heat
He’ s too dumb to know that he’s about to meet
The Jealous Man

Willy the weasel whacked out of his head
With visions of porn in his heart shaped bed
But the mirror on his ceiling tells a different tale
Now he’s Willy the Wimp, he’s limp and pale
He met the Jealous Man

Back in the garden was Adam and Eve
With a snake in the grass who knew how to deceive
The fruit of temptation and she had to have more
Right then and there the jealous man was born
I’m the son of the son of that Jealous Man

CHORUS

Peter & Joy

Written By: Matt Minglewood

She stands on her corner in her lipstick and rouge
Her fishnet stockings and her stiletto shoes
It’s half past midnight, she waits all alone
The towns deathly quiet and she is chilled to the bone

There’s Peter, the preacherman, in an alley off Main
He’s ranting and raving about Jesus and sin
Nobody hears him with his face to the snow
It’s Christmas down on Water Street and it’s fifteen below

CHORUS
Their eyes once held sunlight, they sparkled like gold
And now there is just sadness, they’re empty and cold
There’s kids and there’s angels on trees over toys
And there’s Christmas down on Water Street
Peter and Joy

It’s four in the morning Joy gives up the ghost
Peter’s speed dialing the heavenly host
She strolls through the alley says Peter it’s time to go
To that ten dollar motel where the wind doesn’t blow

REPEAT CHORUS

Me & The Boys

Written By: Matt Minglewood

Remember back when we were young
And all the crazy things that we've done
Me and the boys out skipping school
Back on the hill acting a fool
Yes, it's so easy to remember when
Everything was so simple then
We never worry about the money that we spend
When you ain't got no money
You don't care where it went

In the summer days when there were no courses
Up at the creek just riding the horses
Acting out westerns that we had seen
Down at the theater on the movie screen
One year later felt 5 years older
With the girls we were getting bolder
Nighttime down at the railroad yard
Awkward moves, God it was hard
But it sure was fun

CHORUS
Feel the wind running through our hair as we ride
Running so fast that not even time can hold us
Young and free we had nothing to hide
Doing all those things that nobody just could not hold us
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Me and the boys

Cruising in a 57 Dodge
The boys all checking out the noisy rod
Backyard mechanics each and every one
It was greasy work but God it was fun
We got her rolling down the 104
She's working better than she did before
Half a tank and we're on our way
Heading for a week-end holiday

REPEAT CHORUS

Me and the boys, nobody told us
Me and the boys, nobody told us
When we were young
When we were young
Me and the boys
Me and the boys

Kandahar

Written By: Matt Minglewood

Keep Your Head Down (Kandahar) (Matt Minglewood)

You come from the country, cities & towns
You fight for the right to stand your ground
Fighting for justice and freedom for all
When you are needed you answer the call
You cross a big ocean and the great divide
You pray to your God to keep you alive
You pray for your children, you pray for your wife
Your brothers in arms, you pray for your life

So if it feels like a dream and you don’t know where you are
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar

You wake up in your igloo, dust in your bed
Dust in your clothes, dust in your hair
Dust on your arms, dust on your legs, dust in your bacon, dust in your eggs
Dust in your boots, dust in your gun, dust in your coke without any rum
Dust over there, dust over here, dust in your Heineken, fake beer
Dust in your nose, dust in your hair
The Afghan dust is everywhere
So if it feels like a dream and you don’t know where you are
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar

CHORUS
You are out on patrol under constant barrage
You need a few weeks down in Camp Mirage
Scorpions, vipers and IEDs
You’re in this stuff right up to your knees
So please listen to me when I tell you where you are
You’re in Kandahar

You ain’t in Camp Borden this isn’t your car
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar
You ain’t in Camp Gagetown, playing guitar
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar
It ain’t Petawawa it isn’t a bar
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar
This isn’t the Garrison you know where you are
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar
Keep your head down you’re in Kandahar

The Story

Written By: Matt Minglewood

The Story (Matt Minglewood)
Young Anna Lee come talk to me
Let the truth set you free
Your just that far from lovin me and I'm sorry
But there's a secret from your lonesome past
I'm not allowed to even ask
Anna Lee won't tell me The Story

Chorus
Don't take that secret to your grave
Anna Lee come on be brave
Let those words pass o'er your tongue don't worry
Just like a meeting with the ex drinking crowd
Where you stand up front and you speak up front
And you speak up loud
And everybody has to tell The Story

She came into my life with ease
Change the way I lived and breathed
And made me want to hope for love and glory
And I fell as far as I could fall
I ran into this towered wall
And Anna Lee won't tell me The Story

Chorus
Don't take that secret to your grave
Anna Lee come on be brave
Let those words pass o'er your tongue don't worry
Just like a meeting with the addicted crowd
Where you stand up front and you speak up front
And you speak up loud
And everybody has to tell The Story

Brushed by the Wings of an Angel

Written By: Matt Minglewood

Brushed by the Wings of an Angel (Roy Batherson)

Carlos ElMino of Maria, Sanchez from Sonora in Mexico
He’s parked at an LA Street corner and there’s two ways he can go
To the west lay three hombres waiting to gun him down
He drove east and he left that town
He was brushed by the wings of an angel

A young girl full of life and love on a New York street corner and she’s leaving home
She had words with her mother that cut her to the bone
Across the street waits a man he’s full of sexual rage
She went back to Mom and they turn that page
She was brushed by the wings of an angel

CHORUS
Some live, some die
Some never know the reason why
They make their guardian angel’s cry and the sky turn black
And tears fall down as rain
Little earth bound angels need a guiding hand
The hand of God or the hand of man
Or the wind from the wings of an angel

Two kids from the suburbs with too much time on their hands
And they are looking for a thrill
They head down to East Hastings, Vancouver looking for a guy named one-eyed Phil
They pass by the blue door, they stare at the crack
You walk through that door boys, you don’t ever come back
They were brushed by the wings of an angel

CHORUS

Discography

Minglewood Red Album Solar Records
Minglewood Band RCA
Movin’ RCA
Out on a Limb RCA
Minglewood Smokers (Best of) RCA
M5 CBS
Me & The Boys Savannah
The Promise Savannah
One Caper After Another BMG
Drivin’ Wheel Norton Records 2000
Live at Last Norton Records 2004
The Story Norton Records 2006

Set List

Acoustic performance all original songs...one 50 minute set & one 70 minute set
Full band two sets..one 60 minute and one 80 minute set