Randy Crouch

Randy Crouch

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Biography

Randy Crouch is often called the "World's Greatest" rock n roll Fiddler, but his vast talents exceed even that superlative description. Randy Crouch is one of the pioneers of the Red Dirt sound in Alternative Country. After 30 years on the regional scene Crouch's influence extends deep into Oklahoma music of all types, including Folk, Bluegrass, Blues & JamBands.
While he may be best known for his distinctive fiddle playing, he also plays electric, acoustic & pedal steel guitars, dobros, piano & keyboards, banjo & mandolin. Playing multiple instruments at once & in strange configurations is not uncommon for Randy. He is often seen rubbing his fiddle onto an electric guitar or perhaps rubbing that electric guitar onto a pedal steel! Beyond his outstanding and unique musicianship , Randy is also a souful singer and sought after songwriter. His songs have been covered by artist like Gary P. Nunn, the Zen Okies, Tom Skinner, the Burtschi Brothers, South 40, Vince Herman as well as Jason Boland and the Stragglers. Besides fronting his own band, Flying Horse, and being a member of the Woody Guthrie Folk Festival and Marble Falls Festival house bands, Randy also plays regularly with the Red Dirt Rangers and has sat in with almost every other Texas or Red Dirt band that's ever been. His musical presence has a way of making everyone he plays with sound better. Randy's music is innovative and creative. Impossible to categorize, his unique sound has been referred to as "Hillbilly Hendrix," "Cherokee County Flint Rock," "Oklahoma Protest Music," and the "Future of Rock and Roll." His songs and music appeal to all ages, from cowboys to bikers, hippies to attorneys, and everyone in between. As one of the early founders of Red Dirt, Randy was first packing bars like Cain's Ballroom more than 20 years ago as part of the Oklahoma music style called "The Tulsa Sound." For many other fans seeing Randy Crouch was a annual feature of visits to the hidden stages & pickin' parties at Winfield a/k/a the Walnut Valley Bluegrass Festival. Still more fans have come to know Randy's music through "Jam bands" like My-Tea Kind or the Vince Herman Trio.
What distinguishes Crouch most of all is the distinctive tone of his playing. Whatever the genre, whatever the instrument, Randy Crouch owns the music and makes it his. All the genre hopping thwarts any attempt at labeling the Crouch sound. It's hard to categorize Randy Crouch's music as anything but just that, "Randy Crouch music."
But when he's not performing or composing music, Randy can be found designing Buckminster Fuller inspired geodesic domes.
Randy has won countless votes and contests including Winner: Payne County Line
Oklahoma Music Awards: 2004 Fiddler Of The Year, 2005 Red Dirt Hall of Fame, and 2006 Steel Guitarist Of The Year.
Just in the past four years Randy has been nominated for over twenty other Oklahoma state music awards including:
2005 Oklahoma Musicians Hall of Fame
2005 Entertainer Of The Year:
2005 Singer/Songwriter Of The Year
2005 Steel Guitarist Of The Year
2005 Violinist Of The Year
2005 Red Dirt Band Of The Year
2005 Blues Artist/Band Of The Year
2006 Male Vocalist Of The Year
2006 Entertainer Of The Year
2006 Violin Player Of The Year
2006 Red Dirt Rock Band Of The Year
2006 Red Dirt Band of the Year
2006 Oklahoma Musicians/Artists Hall of Fame
2007 Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame, Artist
2007 Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame, Blues
2007 Steel Guitarist Of The Year
2007 Violin Player Of The Year
2007 All Instruments Player Of The Year

Lyrics

I Hope You Make It

Written By: Randy Crouch this song recorded by Jason Boland & the Stragglers featuring Randy Crouch on SOMEWHERE

Everywhere I go
I find folks who really care
They seem to know
How to sacrifice and share
They’ve seen a dream
Of the way the world could be
They have the means
To be absolutely free

So if you’re working on a vision
Let me give you all a hand
With your plan
‘cause I guess that is part of mine
I have made my own decision
To be moving while I can
To a land, it may take
Some help to find

I hope you make it to the mountains
Maybe we all can meet up there
Before we have poisoned all the water
And pollute all the air
Right down in love we’ll live together
Just wait and see how this world ends (whatever this world is)
At least whatever happens
It’s been good to be with friends

On a dome so high
In a Teepee on the plain
If you’re getting by
It’s a mansion just the same
Or maybe you home
Is not the kind that we can see
So you roam
Stayin where you wanna be

But if you feel its time to stop
and give your weary soul a rest
Share my nest,
I have been lonesome much too long
It’s that island in the tropics
It’s that horse ranch in the west
Be my guest
to the shelter of a song

I hope you make it to the mountains
Maybe we all can meet up there
See the silver shining fountain
Spinning light up in the air
Right down in love we’ll live together
Just wait and see how this world ends (whatever this world is)
At least whatever happens
It’s been good to be with friends

Big Shot Rich Man

Written By: Randy Crouch the song recorded by Jason Boland & the Stragglers, also Gary P. Nunn as well as Flying

Folks like me, we are always movin'
seems to be, the best way to stay
there is nothin' to strange, or to confusin'
If you are ready to change (a little), each and every day

Now some folk travel, and some folk settle
some folk own, what some folk rent
some will marry, some just stay single
but everybody wonders, where the money went

but i don't want to live
like a big shot rich man
i don't want to live
like a damned old slave
i just want to give
land to my children
so they don't have to by my grave

i'm a gonna go out, to California
gonna see that state, just once more
before the flood is in, and the rush is over
I hope I'm sittin', on dry ocean shore
with all my friends, back in Oklahoma
be settled down, on a piece of ground
have a hundred wives, and a mess of puppies
I could live my life, like a natural hound
but i don't want to live
(chorus)

[call]...well i'll roll me a reefer [response...] (roll me a reefer)
It was seven foot long
(seven foot long)
Smoked that reefer..
(smoke that reefer)
got so turned on
(turned on)
hocked my tape
(hocked my tape deck)
made a phone call
(phone call)
bought more reefer
(bought mre reefer)
Now my money's gone

cause I don't want to live, like a big shot rich man!

Mexican Holiday

Written By: Randy Crouch this song recorded by Jason Boland & The Stragglers performed live by JB&S and other ac

When the last word is spoken
Tears have been dried
When two hearts are broken
And it's empty inside
Somewhere down past Laredo
Baby you'll find a way
Only one thing to try
Tell your worries goodbye
Mexican holiday

In a little cantina
At the end of the world
Drinking tequila
With a Mexican girl
Livin' for senoritas
Til our cares go away
Tell your worries goodbye
At the end of the sky
Mexican holiday

The chainsaw is rusted
Cold wind's started to blow
Many friends getting busted
Feel like it's time to go
For the things you've been buying
Now they want you to pay
Only one thing to try
Tell your worries goodbye
Mexican holiday

Only one thing to try
Tell your worries goodbye
Mexican holiday

12 oz Curls

Written By: Randy Crouch song recorded by Jason Boland & the Stragglers on SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE (2004)

I just got to raise this beer and make a toast
I got fired today, now let’s get comatose
Well babe it's ok, I’ll have time to get in shape
Down at Jim’s bar and grill lifting weights,

Chorus:
Doing 12 ounce curls I ain't lazy
It's the exercise that satisfies my mind
Got the weight of the world driving me crazy
I'm taking it away, 12 ounces at a time

Oh I need to improve myself
I’m asking you please to have patience
We may need to seek some professional help
Down at the Retox and Dehabilitation

Chorus

Forty’s fine, sixteen’s good enough
Well I just want 12 ounces at a time that won’t run out
As long as there’s enough for all of you and all of me
When this place runs out we’ll call it history

So a beer for everybody that can afford one
Tell that barmaid bring me one too
I need to blow job related troubles off my mind
Quit worrying about how I’m getting screwed

Chorus

Don't Shoot My Dog

Written By: Randy Crouch

Don't shoot my dog, he just gets nervous when he's under fed
Don't shoot my dog, he's only playin' with your chicken's head
Don't shoot my dog, when he wakes you up before dawn
That means he likes you, when he's barkin' on your lawn

I know you think he's just a worthless hound
Can't keep him from hangin' 'round
Can't blame him for trying to steal some leg
That dog never did learn to beg.

Don't shoot my dog, prolly worth a lot a cash
It's not his fault you left something good in your trash
Someday his nose's prolly gonna get the best of him
'cause where it goes seems to go the rest of him
You know he's just a lot like me
We're always where we're not supposed to be...
We just wanna howl all night.
You can pet me baby, I won't bite.
Unless you want me to

Just a party dog
Just a party dog
Not my fault, just a party dog
Just a party dog
Well it's not his fault
Just a party dog
Not his fault...

Dog #3

Written By: Randy Crouch

Last time I's on the road out ramblin' round
When I got home I got barked at by a brand new barking sound
We already got one dog she likes better'n me
Looks like I've been demoted to Dog #3
Dog #1 loads up when we get in the car
Dog #2 don't know what to do and that's worked for him so far
That leaves me, Dog #3, free to ramble round
Someday I'm gonna be the #1 hound

Oh, she said, Dog #1 would like a big ol' juicy steak?
Dog #2 you can have what was gonna be Randy's plate
Dog #3 you're late! Looks like you're losing ground
Make one more mistake and I'll take you to the pound

Dog #1 loads up when we get in the car
Dog #2 (not you) stay here and guard the yard
That leaves me, Dog #3, free to ramble round
Someday I'm gonna be the #1 hound

I was playin' over in Payne county
Put me in jail!
Call on my lovely wife, uh would come and throw my bail?
She said, it serves you right
When you get free me and the dog's'll be on a shopping spree at Pet's Mart!

Dog #1 loads up when we get in the car
Dog #2 (not you) stay here and guard the yard
That leaves me, Dog #3, free to ramble round
Someday I'm gonna be the three thousan three hundred thirty three
3
3
3
point three three three to infinity...
Hound

Price of Gas

Written By: Randy Crouch this song covered by the Red Dirt Rangers, the Boys From Oklahoma, the Vince Herman Tri

If I was as high as the price of gas I'd never have to smoke no grass
Just pull over and let the whole world pass
It's goin' to Hell
Tryin' to get there fast
Wish I was as high as the price of gas
Wish this gallon would be my last

Well they prolly got a car that'll run on air, but you ain't seeing one anywhere
'cause that wouldn't pay all the zillionaires
They really don't care that we're stuck out there

Wish I had a car that would run on air
Wish everybody's living like a zillionaire
Just hate givin' all that money to them
Like making a bet that you just can't win
Like paying a debt that never ends
Like a creek gettin deeper that you just can't swim
And it just keeps get deeper and it's leakin' on in...

Everyday I'm waking up, I'm just workin' for them
And I barely make enough to make it home again

When McKenzie ran the horses off the mountainside
That's where alotta Indian ponies died.
They're doin' it to us, trying to take our rides
Said better give up, or it's suicide
What you gonna do? Better you decide

Runnin our ponies off the mountainside
Runnin our ponies off the mountainside
Runnin our ponies off the mountainside
Runnin our ponies off the mountainside

Well my tank's gettin' low and I'm movin' kinda slow
Just gonna roll to the side of the road
Everybody else that can't afford to go livin' there like an ol' hobo
Just party right there on the side of the road
Sayin' Hell No We Can't Go
Sayin' Hell - No - We - Can't - Go
Sayin' Hell - No - We - Can't - Go

If I was as high as the price of gas I'd never have to smoke no grass
Just pull over and let the whole world pass
It's goin' to Hell
Tryin' to get there fast

Wish I was as high as the price of gas
And wish this gallon would be my last
It's goin' down
I'm comin' up fast
Wish I was as high as the price of gas
Wish I was as high as the price of gas...

Light of Love

Written By: Randy Crouch

She came shining out of the blue
Emitting light just like the Sun
Something about the rainbows that she threw on the clouds of my soul told me that this one would be the The One
So I took off, following the Light of Love
Just like nothing else I could do
So I took off following the Light of Love
Just like all of my dream's had come true

I tried to fly and trust my fate
but the fire that surrounds true love's heart no wings of wax will ever tame
So I keep on following the Light of Love
Shook the Earth when I hit the ground
This time baby, nothing's gonna bring me down
Gonna bring me down

Sailing across the Ocean of Unknown you gotta steer by things that never change
I'm ready to get up and jump off the edge of the world again
Ready to fly into the flames
Following the Light
Following the Light
Following the Light of Love

So every sunrise is her face, ever song I hear make me think about you
Filling up the hollow place that goes on forever is the only thing that gets me through
So I took off, following the Light of Love
This time nothing's gonna bring me down
I'm gonna keep on following the Light of Love
Back to the place where it all began
Following the Light of Love

Riding with the Blues

Written By: Randy Crouch

As I go from town to town, seem like trouble follows me around
I know I gotta pay some dues
Well, I never know where I'm gonna stay
I know when I gotta play, 'cause lately I've been riding with the blues
Find a place to lie my body down, somebody calls the Cops around
They wonder why I'm so confused
They say, Wake UP With Your Hands In The Air! Let's See Your License For Sleeping There.
I said, Officer I been riding with the Blues
Riding, Riding with the Blues
Slippin and sliding back to what I'd gotten used to
I've been riding - Riding with the Blues
No matter what they do to me, I can't lose, I refuse
Takes more than that to get the best of me
I know that I'm gonna be just ridin'
Gotta be riding with the Blues
The four corners of the world where I been, been where blues was my only friend
blues will stay when you got nothin' left to lose.
When I go home, Blues goes home with me
Let's me know that I'm gonna be just ridin.
Riding with the Blues
Ridin'
Riding with the Blues
No matter what they do to me, I can't lose, I refuse
Ridin'
Riding with the Blues
Takes more than that to get the best of me
I know that I'm gonna be...
Riding with the Blues
Ridin'
Lately I been riding with the Blues

Discography

Randy has been recording since 1978.
select discography:
Fractal Rose CD by Lisa Perry
Take Two CD- Randy Crouch
The Flying Horse Opera CD - Randy Crouch & Flying Horse
It's Too Bad CD - Randy Crouch & Flying Horse
Angel Rose CD by Lisa Perry
Canyon Rose CD by Lisa Perry
Pearl Snaps CD by Jason Boland & the Stragglers
Unplugged CD -Randy Crouch with the Lisa Sisters
Truckstop Diaries CD by Jason Boland & the Stragglers
What's Goin' On? CD- Randy Crouch
Natural Selection CD - Randy Crouch
Somewhere in the Middle CD by Jason Boland & the Stragglers
Kindred Spirits CD with Bob Childers
the OK Invasion Vol 1 Willie Cry Records complilation CD
Restless Spirits - a 3 CD tribute to Bob Childers
Home CD by South 40
Roam Home to the Dome - benefit CD for the Illinois Buckminster Fuller dome house
Friends CD by Wanda Watson
Fishin' & Dog Songs CD with The Boys from Oklahoma
Ranger Motel CD by the Red Dirt Rangers
Songs for the Illinois River -benefit CD for preserving the Illinois River
Red Eye Gravy CD with Red Eye Gravy

Set List

flexible
anywhere from 1 - 5 hours of original material available. Typical concert may contain a few selected cover songs; classics of rock, country, bluegrass and jazz.
Typically 3 sets of aprox 1 hour each.