Phil Robinson

Phil Robinson

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockAcoustic

"Phil's earnest, confessional style comes straight from the heart. His guitar-based originals come in a variety of styles, yet his raunchy harmonica unmistakablyly evokes the sweat-drenched, late-night blues. You won't go wrong by booking Phil for your upcoming show or party!"

Biography

Phil Robinson has been bringing his unique brand of earnest, guitar-based originals to audiences in bars, coffeehouses and college campuses for the past nine years.

After playing in a variety of bands as singer/guitarist, Phil has since opted to go the solo route, adopting the guise of a travelling bard or singer-songwriter. In his refreshingly wide-open musical world, however, singer-songwriter doesn't necessarily mean mellow folk or folk-rock, as Phil brings a lot of energy to his songs which come in a variety of styles including pop, rock, blues and rhythm and blues.

Phil alternates between electric and acoustic guitars and jams along with himself on bluesy harmonica to create a fuller experience for the audience. On any given night, Phil is always happy to jam with any other musicians sharing the bill, allowing them to guest on songs unrehearsed which brings an element of spontaneity and unpredictable fun to the shows, often with great success.

No stranger to the stage, Phil excels at conveying the emotional truths of experiences we go through at all points in our lives, reaching audiences and taking them on a compelling journey that is often reflective, challenging, engaging and sometimes even hilarious all at once.

Ultimately, Phil's shows are known for their high energy, humor and thoughtful commentary and for songs which run the gamut from over-the-top fun to quiet reflection. Throughout a performance, song to song, Phil will alternatively take on the guise of MC, teary-eyed balladeer, gospel preacher, or blues harp-blower, keeping the eyes of the audience glued to him through his variety and arresting them with his earnestness and sheer entertainment value.

Phil is currently based in New York City, after having lived and entertained audiences in his native New Jersey, as well as Massachusetts and Australia, where he lived for a year to study music and backpack through the outback.

Phil's highest profile gig to date has been performing with his long-time collaborator Eric McEuen as the featured entertainment for a full episode of Salem Access Television on Massachusetts cable TV.

He is currently preparing his first CD release for an independent label.

Lyrics

Leaving Home

Written By: Phil Robinson

Leaving home…
Leaving home…
A father’s anger tells you what a mother’s love don’t know
The only way to get along is to leave your home

I lived in your house, I did all your chores
I showed you my dreams, you showed me the door
I tried to understand you, I cried ‘till my eyes were sore
I tried to meet you halfway but I guess you needed more
Now all that hate and anger’s just left there on the floor
But that’s alright with me ‘cause I don’t live there no more

Leaving home…
Leaving home…
A father’s anger tells you what a mother’s love don’t know
The only way to get along is to leave your home

You told me all your stories, your heavens and your hells
But I’ve no time for your stories, I’ve got my own to tell
You were told what you already knew was worth more than what you’d find
But every night, you pay the price for the dreams you left behind
And although I’ve got nothin’, I swear I’ll set myself free
From livin’ in the kind of world you imagined for me
And ‘though I’m cold and lonely, I’m better off alone
‘Cause the first time I could stand myself was when I left your home…

Jigsaw Soul

Written By: Phil Robinson

I went lookin’ for the truth with this old guitar
But locked up in my room, I never got that far
I looked deep into myself, put my words down on the page
I swallowed all my fears and climbed up on the stage
I sang a thousand songs on a thousand lonely nights
I followed all my dreams to see my name up there in lights
But I never found the piece to fill this empty hole
And complete my jigsaw soul…

I went lookin’ for a love, looked deep into your eyes
But in my heart of hearts, I told a thousand lies
I asked you for your touch to keep me warm at night
You shared with me your skin, and I took in your mind
But I never found the piece to fill this empty hole
And complete my jigsaw soul…

I made myself a home in the cradle of the world
And charted my own course, with my pirate flag unfurled
I read the holy books in darkened rooms alone
And understood the truths of people not my own
I been strung out on the floor with my heart upon my sleeve
I’ve gladly played the fool for the things that I believe
And the only truth I’ve learned, in battles lost and won
Is to just keep searchin’ on…

Transcendental Cowboy

Written By: Phil Robinson

I’m a transcendental cowboy with the existential blues
Here’s the solipsistic, meta-transcendental news:
There’s more than just one recipe, girl, to feel good about what you choose
So when it comes down to it, do what you gotta’ do

You could read a book by Sartre, you could read a book by Camus
There’s a thousand different faces out there, and a thousand points of view
If seein’ is believin’, girl, throw your hands up in the air
And say, “Hell yeah!”, baby

CHORUS:
I’m a transcendental cowboy with the existential blues
Here’s the solipsistic, meta-transcendental news:
There’s more than just one recipe, girl, to feel good about what you choose
So when it comes down to it, do what you gotta’ do

You could light yourself some candles, you could light up someone’s eyes
Go back to the sixties right now and retro-psychadelicize
‘Cause feelin’ is believin’, girl, throw your hands up in the air
And say, “Hell yeah!”, baby

I’m a transcendental, existential, sentimental, solipsistic
Lower upper-middle-class, white-bread suburban mystic
Went away to school, had my world-view rotated
Some would even say I’m even slightly over-educated
Tryin’ to find a way to set myself free
In my heart of hearts, just a Bruce Springsteen wannabe
Workin’ all day and singin’ all night
And doin’ alright… …whew!

CHORUS:
I’m a transcendental cowboy with the existential blues
Here’s the solipsistic, meta-transcendental news:
There’s more than just one recipe, girl, to feel good about what you choose
So when it comes down to it, do what you gotta’ do

You could try the Kama Sutra, you could try Eighth Avenue
You could come on, get out, get down, make out, if it works for you
‘Cause doin’ is believin’, girl, throw your hands up in the air
And say, “Hell yeah!”, baby

CHORUS:
I’m a transcendental cowboy with the existential blues
Here’s the solipsistic, meta-transcendental news:
There’s more than just one recipe, girl, to feel good about what you choose
So when it comes down to it, do what you gotta’
When it comes down to it, do what you gotta’
When it comes down to it, do what you gotta’ do…

Discography

Presently preparing debut release for an independent label.

Set List

Sets are between 45 min and 1 hour, and include a mix of originals and covers.

Phil's set can be the main focus (eg. as in an actual show), or can provide background atmosphere (eg. at a restaurant or bar).

ORIGINALS:
Transcendental Cowboy
Lay Aside Your Heroes
Blue Skies
Leaving Home
Interlude (instrumental)
Getting Work
Is It True
Memphis
Annie's Song
Fade Away
Evening Star
Prague
Treat Me Right
No One By My Side (instrumental)

COVERS:
Your Mama Don't Dance - Loggins and Messina
House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Fire - Bruce Springsteen
Let It Be - The Beatles
Follow That Dream - Wise, Weisman, Springsteen
I Ain't Got No Home - Woody Guthrie