Michelle Boudreau

Michelle Boudreau

 Edmonton, Alberta, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Michelle Boudreau is a songwriter, spoken word artist, gardener and mom. All the way from dusty Saskatchewan, follow the river to the deep forests of Alberta. You'll hear a melodic twist a unique blend of energetic Folk and Roots music. Ripping and tearing soundboards across Canada.

Biography

..What you need to know..

Ive only ever shot a gun once before, when I was seven. My friends dad Steve, only hugged on weekends, took us out into the bush told us we needed man spirit. Handed us free will and a loaded gun saying, "just shoot something". I shot his truck, holy holey revelation. Been broken, shot and defeated, steve never took us gun toting again. Vera down the street, snapped ash, her nine crooked fingers, long lady cigarette against the kitchen window, taught me how to knit and smoke. Her best for me, music with a broken arrow applauding my red guitar and bastard banjo. She says my music makes her happy, like an honest man to love.

My husband (Jadon Rempel) and I have recently written an album called Northern Cantos. Northern Cantos features songs written about Oil field workers, Canadian northern living and economic / environmental changes. Created after moving from Regina to Edmonton in 2005, a love affair. To be released in summer/fall 2011.

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You'll hear a melodic twist, a unique blend of energetic Folk and Roots music.

"Michelle--who looked a little daunted by our stone cathedral...tucked any fears into her back pocket, and just kicked...such an inventive, brave performer. Michelle has a stunning voice, and is a fine musician, but has absolutely no worries about pushing her voice and guitar to the edge of mean to get the emotional intensity she needs."
- Kelley-Jo Burke, The Gallery, CBC Saskatchewan

Michelle Boudreau, singer/songwriter, spoken word artist gardener and mom was born into a musical family of gypsies, clowns and storytellers. Michelle became interested in the guitar at the age of 14, a punk rock teenager, the dark prairie roots of Saskachewan, Canada made her fall in love. In 2003 Michelle went from punk rock guitar chick to a country toting singer with Kathy Stochmal in the “Frontier Gals”. Michelle has shared the stage with, Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, Luther Wright and the wrongs, Ember Swift, Little Miss Higgins and many more.

Since 1998, Michelle has released four solo independent albums Reality, Little Black Ninja, Another Take, This Room (2005). Northern Cantos, an album soon to be released.

Michelle makes people listen. Michelle has lived in a car for weeks at a time, all over, where ever, playing hilltop festivals, coffee houses, event stages and many other leaky basements. Her energetic folk music has been compared to the likes of Ani Difranco, Sinead O Connor, Janis Joplin, Billie Holiday and her Mom.

Other high notes:

Shared the stage with Ember Swift, Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, Luther Wright and the Wrongs, Painting Daisies, Jane Siberry, Little Miss Higgins, Jasmine Whenham, Undertakin Daddies, Jackie Washington, Bill Bourne and so many other greats.

Playing many great festivals and venues such as, Summer Solstice Fest- Yellowknife, Regina Folk Fest, Brandon Folk Fest, North Country Fair, The Roar (Spoken Word Festival) Edmonton AB, Edmonton Earth Day, Edmonton Poetry Festival, Forget Arts Festival to name a few.

Featured on The Round Up CBC National, 2004

Featured on an hour long special summer solstice program, CBC National Radio, 2006

Newmusiccanada.com
Featured Rock Artist


Radio: Sounds like Canada
CBC national

Performing both Canadian and American national anthems March 2002, Edmonton Oilers game

Showcased at Western Canadian Music awards
2004
Regina Saskatchewan

Songs "This Room," "Little Black Ninja," and "Sacrifice" were featured on Renegadepress.com, a nationally televised series aired on APTN and Global. Also, in France.

www.michelleboudreau.ca

Lyrics

Little Sparrow

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

When the sun falls, the moon breaks
Alone, she thinks the world away
A memory, a bottle
lift less smiles and nothing left to say

When the child came
A sparrow sang a gentle song
A song of freedom, singing
mother won't you please

Fly, Fly
Little Sparrow

Down that dark dusty road
she left her home to go
a mother built to hold her own
she stopped to sing beneath
the tree's, her child asleep
the earth wrapped around
his knees

A woman came from far beyond the hills, with
a wounded sparrow, singing
mother won't you please

Fly, Fly
Little Sparrow

from this moment love brings peace
in this moment hope on wings

Fly, Fly
Little Sparrow

In our journey to the ocean to rid ourselves of fear
We came upon a little sparrow
a gentle soul, who
purified our tears

Tuesday Afternoon

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

At this bar on a tuesday afternoon,
I find the freedom of space.
Space of mind, space of time
Space of time and space of mind.
Black coffee, grit in my teeth.
Gritty in my side, gritty is my friend.

(chorus)
And what the "T", in a tuesday afternoon. What the "T", you always trying to find the truth. What the "T" you just don't know anymore.
What the "T" of finding you, on this tuesday afternoon.

She's got her hand on grace, shrugging shoulders
her ass drips to the ground
she walks like a duck, like a duck and I'm stuck and cynical.

(chorus)

I feel dumb and I feel stupid and I feel like I just ain't got it anymore.
You gotta raise that fist, you gotta go, you gotta go.

I'm sorry.

(chorus)

Heaven and Hell

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

The north
two paths collide
I said goodbye, we
walked alone

A face without a
name two hands
the same, drawn
upon the earth

and if fait would have us drown
just to see
beyond the ground
between
heaven and hell

Men with god - like guild
no end of will
our, native sons

Smoke, from steel
that grinds
our night defines
tomorrows poem

and if fait would have us drown
just to see
beyond the ground
between
heaven and hell

Carry me away

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

Wondering afar.
Starlight trip between these arms.
Silently dancing to the gaze of your feet.
Wondering how, how
could this be?

(chorus) But nobody knows. She's all alone, diamond to see. But who, who could this be?

Close your eyes. Dream softly. Let yourself cry. This nighttime bliss can only be true. Let the moon, carry us.

(chorus)

Carry me away on a moonlit endless night.

Highway 63

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

There was a man our father to us
grew up strong and old and hopeless
between the lines of highway 63

From Newfoundland he ran the man
with nothing but his hands
into, a world
no more alive than you or me

Found a land to call his own a
home of blood and broken bones
A place of tar and sand and
Gold and misery

(chorus)

Aurora in our hearts turn over
spirits call from fires in the sky
Guide us in your dying nova
shadows of your borealis cry

The Athabasca in his veins
from pines, a woman there was made
who bore a child within the candy
of his eye

she called him from her tower, untied
her hair from round the flowers
at night she died and in the morning
she did rise

They could not break him from his ways. and soon the light it fell away
as hands of darkness led him deep into the night.

(chorus)

There was a man our father to us
grew up strong and old and hopeless
between the lines of highway 63

Don't Wait

Written By: Michelle Boudreau

It was a Henry Miller morning,
wrote my breakfast off the page into the bowl
While the man next door laid like Budda across his altar made of gold

Worked a nickel for a hour
saw the sickle star and bread line down the road
America waiting for me like a burnt and broken home

Chorus-

Don't wait for me
Let me burn in San Diego
Let me drown in New Orleans

Down pray for me
Oh, Apathy what does it mean to be free?

Through the trees I heard a silence,
exploding in a world I'll never know
Prayers for peace, fall like tears upon a far and distant shore

Chorus-

Don't wait for me
Let me burn in San Diego
Let me drown in New Orleans

Down pray for me
Oh, Apathy what does it mean to be free?

we used to dance for rain
we were sons and we were daughters
we knew each others names
We used to laugh and play
clothed our selves in ash and water,
things will never be the same

Chorus-

Don't wait for me
Let me burn in San Diego
Let me drown in New Orleans

Down pray for me
Oh, Apathy what does it mean to be free?

Don't pray for me.

Discography

Northern Cantos EP - 2009

1.Little Sparrow
2.Highway 63
3.Heaven And Hell
4.Don't Wait
5.Someday Something

This Room - 2005

1. Way Out
2. Mother
3. This Room
4. Given Take
5. If I
6. Song for Amanda
7. Instrumental
8. Tuesday Afternoon
9. Compromise
10. Jeremy
11. Carry me away

Another Take - 2002

1. Sacrifice
2. Stinky Hotel Room
3. Little Black Ninja
4. Sunshine
5. Papa
6. Baby Blues
7. Stern Angry Angel
8. Summer
9. Little Black Ninja (remix)
10. Organ Wank

Little Black Ninja - 2001

Reality - 1998

1. Broken
2. Fertile and Female
3. Steal Me
4. Eyes Open
5. Field of my Dreams
6. Undaunted by Reality
7. Bright Lights
8. Flying with Lexy

Set List

When playing a show the majority of the songs played are original, old and new. The songs range from high energy, with different tunings to slow captivating stories told by song.

Occasional cover songs are from david stills, bruce cockburn, johnny cash, kitty wells, eric clapton, ween, emmylou harris... to name a few.

Sets tend to be high energy from beginning to end. Depending on the length of set, there will be some short spoken word/story telling to influence the progression of music. All material is family ear friendly.

Performance requirements:

-Sets can vary in time depending on the requests of the venue. 30min-2hrs.

-Technical requirements: 1 mic, 1 DI - michelle plays a gulid acoustic with a fishman pickup.