Ross Douglas

Ross Douglas

 Point Roberts, Washington, USA
SoloFolkSinger/Songwriter

“Folk, Celtic, Cajun, Caribbean, Jazz,Theatrical stuff, filtered through the mind of a guy whose life was changed by the Beatles.”
Songs praised for their wit poetry,emotional power and often because they're freakin funny.
Eclectic by nature -"immensely entertaining" in performance

Biography

                       
                                          

             Ross Douglas heard  the Beatles late one night at the age of
12 and all hell broke loose.
                                                                      Show biz beckoned

Some highlights:

  • Being the piano player in the satirical glam rock band The Choke Sisters; fronted by the mad genius and future multiple Tony Award-winner Des McAnuff
  • Playing "Brad Majors" in the first ever Canadian production of the ROCKY HORROR SHOW 
  • Seeing much of the world as Piano Player / Narrator in the second-ever cast of BILLY BISHOP GOES TO WAR, including stops on-and-off-Broadway, in Bermuda, and Berlin
  • Playing "The Penis" in the musical HEALTH
  • Over 1000 performances as Larry in ANGRY HOUSEWIVES where he also received  a Jessie Award for "Outstanding Musical Direction"
  • 8 years as musician writer and "Willie" of Willie and the Wassailers, an extremely popular Shakespearean-styled group
  • 9 years as writer / musical director / performer at "Theatre Royal" in Barkerville, BC
  • Being Runner up in Jazz category of the 2003 John Lennon Song Contest for the song Lovin Time
  • Gold Award and Special Jury Award in the Open Category of the  2009 Mid Atlantic Song Contest for the song Kokanee Canary Canoe
  • Named Folk Alley's  Artist of the month June 2009

                                                    See him in action at
                                      www.rossdouglassongs.com


Lyrics

TOWN FOR TIRED PEOPLE

Written By: ROSS DOUGLAS

Town for tired people passing through

A tiny outpost near the oilfields in a land of skinny trees
Just far enough away from where you want to find yourself tomorrow.
There’s satellite tv in all the tiny motel rooms
Cuz if you’re there there’s nothing else to do
It’s a place to lay your head
When you’re very nearly dead
It’s a town for tired people passing through

It doesn’t have the sights or history of a final destination
But it ‘s got what you need if you’ve been on the road since sometime yesterday.
It’s a mindless change of scene from the places you are in between
It knows you well and sees just what to do
There’s quick or hearty fare
And minor car repair
In a town for tired people passing through.

Very few will ask about the giant hockey stick
that stands beside the Cozy Inn motel
There’s a kid whose family lives just down the way
Who’s playin up there in the NHL
And it’s a point of pride
And there’s a big parade
First Sunday in July
That for at least one hour will block the highway.

They make their living from the wired and weary drivers
Who aren’t there long enough to say goodbye
So there’s a billboard as you’re heading out of town
Saying Thank You – For Deciding Not to Fly

There’s a local hockey team –they call themselves the Ramblers
They drive to play in other little towns and other towns drive here as well
And the story is the same = arenas packed for every game
And there’s something that the visitors all know
Where they’re from and where they are
There’s a motel with a bar
With breakfast anytime and coffee that’s a crime
And gasoline to sell to dozy clientele
They’ve worked in one or two cuz hey that’s what ya do
In a town for tired people passing through

Ross Douglas SOCAN

Early Away

Written By: ross douglas

EARLY AWAY

ON THE MORN OF SUMMERS DAY
WITH THE TREED AN FLOWERED BREEZES
AND THE WORLD WAS QUIET STILL
BUT FOR THE BIRDS AND FOR THE BIRDS
AND AS THE EASTERN SUN DID CAST IT’S PAINT UPON THE VALLEY
IT FOUND MY HORSE MY HOUND AND I EARLY AWAY

(CHORUS)
FOR TO RUN THE JERSEY LAND
RUN THE JERSEY LAND
RUN THE JERSEY LAND A GLOWING
RUN THE JERSEY LAND
RUN THE JERSEY LAND
RUN THE JERSEY LAND AGAIN

SO CLEAN SO CLEAN THE SKY
WHAT E’R BEFELL THE EYE WAS BEAUTY
AND THE HORSE DID CANTER SMOOTH AND STRONG
AND THE HOUND WAS THERE BESIDE
WE BROKE THE MORNIN DEW
AND CUT THE RIVER’S MIST A RISING
AND THE EACH OF US WE KNEW THIS JOY EARLY AWAY

(CHORUS)

AND WE RAMBLED IN THE HILLS
AND WE SCAMPERED THROUGH THE LOWLANDS
AND THE HOURS SPENT WERE PERFECT TIME
TIL HOME AGAIN AND HOME AGAIN
NOW THE DAY FULL HALF HAS TURNED
BUT FOR WE TIS MORE COMPLETED
TO HAVE SEEN THE WORLD BEFORE THE WORLD EARLY AWAY

(CHORUS)

WORDS AND MUSIC Ross Douglas SOCAN

here's to the fools

Written By: ross douglas

Here’s to the Fools

Here’s to the fools who work upon the street
Who conjure up a treat for all the passers by
Here’s to the fools with a vigor and a style
That can wake the tired soul

Here’s to the fools with an arsenal of ways
To brighten up the days of everyone they see
And here’s to the fools with a simple turn of phrase
Who can show what fools we mortals be

Many a costume common the crown
Song or scene or story
Many a country , common the ground
Of fools in all their glory

Here’s to the fools who juggle all the rules
Who seem to take you to another time and place
Here’s to the fools who entertain the fools
Who have left another place behind

And here’s to the fools who are of better stock
Than all the useless rock you put their name upon
We are the fold ,who are as good as gold
When we bring you to your laughter

Many a costume common the crown
Song or scene or story
Many a country , common the ground
Of fools in all their glory
Of fools in all their glory

Ross Douglas SOCAN

QUELLE D'OMAGE

Written By: Ross Douglas

Quelle D’omage

A pretty little lady said Quel Domage
I wanna make some money from my new garage
She put out a sign on her front lawn
She say I wanna feel C’est bon C’est bon

A tall drink a water name uh one eyed Jack
He had long sleek satellite Cadillac
He saw the sign and he said Hon
You’re gonna feel c’est bon c’est bon

So
He drove on up and he drove it on in
Backed it out and drove it right in again
All in all it was a perfect fit
He said That didn’t hurt not a little old bit

So this one eyed Jack he said a Oo la la
This pretty little lady got a fine cha cha
So in the tiny little maison sur la plage
They made C’est bon C’est bon from Quel Domage

So
He drove on up and he drove it on in
Backed it out and drove it right in again
All in all it was a perfect fit
He said That didn’t hurt not a little old bit

So the pretty little little lady said a Oo la la
This one eyed Jack got a fine cha cha
So in the tiny little maison sur la plage
They made C’est bon C’est bon from Quel Domage

Words and music –Ross Douglas SOCAN

The Ukulele crime

Written By: Ross Douglas

THE UKULELE CRIME
There was a lady down in Wai ki ki
A beauty by the name of Lelani
For a while the folks all swore she couldn’t come to the luaus any more
They oughta lock her up and throw away the key

Lelani had a hanni name of Lee
A ukulele playin man was he
But he never learned a single song
Just my dog has fleas all night long
And he made her life a constant misery

She killed a man for playin the ukulele
She said that he’d reduced her life to pain
Cuz he didn’t do any of the delicate strumming
Or any of the wikki wacky hooley hakey hummin
She’d have to face a jury and explain

Now on it’s own it’s not an awful chime
But after the fifteen hundredth time
No matter how sweetly it is played
Your mind is gone and your nerves are frayed
And one by one your thoughts have turned to crime

On that fateful night her mind was tired and sore
She was tormented to her very core
Lee was playing – it was dark
A well aimed coconut found it’s mark
And Lee’s dog didn’t have fleas anymore

She killed a man who played the ukulele
But it was to preserve her sanity
Cuz he wasn’t do any of the delicate strumming
Or any of the wickey wackey hoola hacka hummin
Like a ukulele playin man should be

A tape was heard the day that she was tried
It was Lee playin-folks were horrified
The judge said “That’s enough!”
“My ears can’t take this stuff
This was justifiable homicide!”

She killed a man who played the ukulele
So be forewarned you gents of any age
If you don’t do any of the delicate strumming
Or any of the wicky wacky hooly hackey hummin
You might fall prey to ukulele rage

Candlelight

Written By: Ross Douglas

Candlelight

Lay your head down on me
Try to let go of your tiny strings of pain
I can hold you in silence
Til we can find what we cherish once again

Candlelight Candlelight and you
Gentle as your breathing with a steady rise and fall
Candle light Candlelight and you
Soft as the beauty of your shadow on the wall

I lay my head down on you
Let me be calmed by the beating of your heart
We can make these precious times
Stronger than the times that must ferry us apart

Chorus 2

Lay your head down on me
Try to let go of your tiny strings of pain
I lay my head down on you
Til we can find what we cherish once again

Ross Douglas SOCAN

Discography

Solo
LP The Art of You and I----2006
LP Caribou Eclectic-----2003
LP Two Directions---1994

Willie and the Wassailers
LP Dancing Round the Moon----1992
Ross Douglas can be heard on Jango Radio

Hear samples of his tunes at www.rossdouglassongs.com
and at myspace.com/pointbobmusic
Albums and singles available at CD BABY and Itunes

Set List

My typical set list is a variety of original material
about 45 minutes in length featuring songs from my albums as well as other songs not yet recorded.
I generally do 2 sets in concert.
A set of originals might be
Sturdy Ships ---acapella
Stromville vocals and piano
Cool Barracuda---vocals and guitar
Running through my mind--Mandolin and vocals
Chapeau Girl---vocals and piano
I Saw 2 Ladies --vocals and piano
Kokanee Canary Canoe---ukulele and vocals
Here's to the fools---vocals and mandolin
Bougainvillaea Bobby--guitar and vocals
Hard Not to talk like Elvis--piano and vocals