The Franc Graham Band

The Franc Graham Band

 Boston, Massachusetts, USA
BandAmericanaRock

Low string grooves, turntables and guitars snake around a voice intimate and commanding. Grit and groove, poetry without pretention, mood without moodiness. The Boston Globe calls the band “immensely underrated.”

Biography

Franc grew up with two 8-tracks that came with their used station wagon: Creedence and Cabaret. She learned each to the note but Creedence stuck to her bones. Five older sisters added Beatles, Armatrading and Cocker, Franc studied classical guitar as a teen in rural PA, played solo in Boston, and then started a band in 1990. The Franc Graham Band played to crowded rooms in Boston and Cambridge and recorded three albums. Lucinda Williams dubbed herself "a Franc Graham convert" when they played together in 2001. The band is sweet and deep and features such greats as Jerome Deupree (Morphine) on drums and Richard Gates (Dennis Brennan) on bass.

The band has been described as low rock, swamp rock, alt-americana, hillbilly hip, the lovechild of Lou Reed & Chrissy Hynde...
"Cool and commanding." - Boston Globe
"Modern, mesmerizing, slow, atmospheric alterna-groove rock, with a touch of blue." - Soundcheck
"Her blues-inflected rock is electric poetry, rock with emotion and a snaky, tough groove." - Ink 19

Lyrics

Disappear

Written By: Franc Graham

I thought it was a flower that would keep on opening
A rusty door, unlocking
I thought it was a coating of water on my body,
coming out of the sea
I thought it was the sun crashin on us in the morning, a really good story

But you disappeared
You disappeared

I thought it was the gray moon filling up our window, a blanket like snow
I thought it was a poem in the mail by Rumi, and all the things that soothe me
I thought it was a prayer told down by the river, a tiny quiver

But you disappeared
You disappeared

I thought it was a hunger that was finally fed, the other side of my bed, a little dream in my head, damn red blood red, and all the shit that you said

You disappeared...

Come Here

Written By: Franc Graham

Come here

Lay your head down
Take your shoes off
Put that song on
That's all

Come here

Close your eyes
You don't have to try

Come here...

Steady

Written By: Franc Graham

I sing to my knees
and the bare trees
And I'm steady

The wind cracks through
But the flame burns blue
And I'm steady

Belly laugh, hot bath, I like that
Train tracks, bare back, at long last

Hold kinda tight
Leave on the light
Steady, right

Belly laugh...

Pretty good now

My Old Boyfriend

Written By: Franc Graham

My old boyfirend and his new girlfriend
Rolled into town for a visit
He's here in his truck he's right up the street
He's kissin his baby in the front seat
And that's as far as I can see
But if I had rear view mirrors on
the sides of my head I woulda seen what was comin
and run instead
of layin down for your love to
walk all over me
If I had more sense than I seem to have

And I wanna ask do you love her
Do you lie to her do you tell her about this

He says let's get together sweetie
I wanna see you really
We'll talk about whatever you want to
And the next thing I know he's got his hand
Across the table on my hand
And he's cryin like a baby

And I wanna ask...

Disappear

Written By: Franc Graham

I thought it was a flower that would keep on openin
A rusty door unlocking
I thought it was a coating of water on my body
Comin out of the sea
And I thought it was the sun crashin on us in the mornin
A really good story

But then you disappeared

I thought it was the gray moon filling up our window
A blanket like snow
I thought it was a poem in the mail by Rumi
And all the things that soothe me
And I thought it was a prayer told down by the river
A tiny quiver

But then you disappeared

I thought it was a hunger that was finally fed
The other side of my bed
A little dream in my head
Damn red blood red
and all the shit that you said

You disappeared...

Discography

Good Girl
It is Good
Sugar Tree
Steady (Oct, 2011)

Set List

Disappear
Swim
Truck
Steady
Boo Radley
Sugar Tree
Come Here
Sugar Tree
It is Good

We play 45 minute sets, often 3 a night for a one-band gig. We sometimes throw in a Patti Smith or Chris Whitley cover for a long night.