The Human Project

The Human Project

BandBluesRock

A real old school classic rock, southern rock. bluesy feel. It's gets you smilin and pattin your feet real easy. Makes you think, makes you thirsty, makes you want to move and groove.

Biography

Loyd (The Human) Vandergriff is a singer- songwriter from Visalia, California. He is the heart and soul of the human project. When he gets ready to record, he gets some musican friends and heads into the studio under the name, "The Human Project." Loyd has released two CD's so far. "The Real Stuff," in June of 2006, and the new release, Human Project II, Humanized in February of 2008.

The Human's style and lyrics have attracted alot of attention. It tells stories people can easily relate to. Some are fun, some are deep and thought provoking. Most make you smile and pat yo feet. The music varies from rockin blues rock, to straight blues and on the new album there is even a folk rock tune. As more and more people become acquainted with The Human, they are calling his brand of music..."Human Rock."

Loyd played in several rock bands in high school. Seems they were playing somewhere every weekend. After high school, he did not play anymore for over 30 years! He was a high school teacher for 19 years before taking over his dad's cotton ginning business. In 2004, he got a Fender Strat and twin reverb amp and started writing. In June of 06, he released "The Real Stuff," this landed him a gig at Stanford University and some other gigs as well. Many songs from The Real Stuff receive extensive internet airplay. He has high hopes for his new release...Humanized which again contains 10 more Human penned songs. So, see what the fuss is all about. Check out one of his CD's and prepare to become.....Humanized.

Lyrics

My V8 Ford

Written By: Loyd Vandergriff

Outside of Dallas, late one night I was crusin in my V8 Ford. I was tryin to get lucky, I was tryin to get it right, I was tryin to lighten my load. Found me a roadhouse...neon sign...burnin way too bright.
Walked right in, sat myself down...new it was a helluva night.

She walked right up..sat right down..her hair was flamin red. Long lean legs, tight black pants..I knew I would'nt have to beg. She looked at me with a smile on her face and said, "is that your V8 Ford?" I ordered some shots..smiled right back...it's a bad ass 4 on the floor, yeah.

We knocked em back, ordered some more...I'd never seen a better ass. I could tell by the way she was lookin at me that she wanted to go real fast. We finished things up and headed out the door with a cold six pack of beer. I started her up, it was a rumbling sound and threw her into gear.

We headed out into the open road, she was showin not an ounce of fear. I scratched through the gears white lines were flyin she was grinnin from ear to ear. I topped her out on the old rural route about 125. I looked at her, she smiled right back and said damn this thing can fly!

Woke up the next day it was Shangri-la...trailer park top of the line. Smelled them eggs and smelled that bacon, everything was lookin fine. Miss red walked in with some hot coffee and her top was cut real low. I looked out the door with a smile on my face, and thanked my V8 Ford. Yeah.

Goin South

Written By: Loyd Vandergriff

Left my home in California, just to see what I could see. Made my way on down to Georgia...just to smell them old pine trees. Then I made it on over to Alabama...home of the Crimson Tide. Took myself on down to Mobile..liked it so much I stayed awhile. Made it on up to the Carolina's...had that beach on my mind. I was in the land of Marshall Tucker. I heard it in a lovesong all the time...yeah...ooo ooo ooo ooo.

I thought real quick about headin up north. Winds of change were blowin through my hair. Then I caught me a wiff of that Tennessee whiskey, and I knew right then I wasn't goin up there. Made my way on back to Memphis, and I got myself right down on Beale. Went into BB Kings new nightclub...got myself some real cold beer. Mr. King was playin that Gibson...you know the one he calls Lucille. The Thrill mighta been gone for BB...but for me...it was time to squeal...yeah. ooo ooo ooo ooo.

Tried to leave for California, but I was havin such a damn good time. Real good food and southern music...guess I had dixie on my mind.....

Finally left early one mornin. Touched right down in Los Angeles...thought I smelled some old magnolia's...guess my mind was playin tricks on me. Drove all the way back up to Fresno...the air was thick as it could be. Didn't take long for me to change things...the land of cotton..was callin me...move on....I say ooo ooo ooo ooo.

High Anxiety

Written By: Loyd Vandergriff

I gotta get out of this city..I gotta get out of this town. I gotta get out of this concrete jungle..too much goin down. I need me some country backroads...and a wiff of some real clean air. I got nothin but High Anxiety...from smokestacks blowin everywhere.

I need to find me a river..I need to find me a creek. I need to find me a fishin pole and something cold to drink. I need some peace and quiet, and I need some time to think. Cause alls I know this city life...is takin me to the brink.

You try to find a place to run. You try to find a place to hide. You know these asphalt highways.. are gettin to damn wide. Extending to the mountains...extending to the sea. It's gettin harder and harder these days...for a man to find him...some relief.

And we keep buildin em taller, we keep building em wide. We keep pourin that concrete...covering everything in site. And that smoke just keeps on belchin..from oil and gasoline. And we all know this city life...is takin us to the brink.

So I'm headin for the country..lookin for a stream. Loadin up my fishin pole and something cold to drink. Gonna get me some peace and quiet, gonna get me some relief. And I'm tryin to stop this city life....from being the death of me.

High Anxiety

Written By: Loyd Vandergriff

Gotta get out of this city..
Gotta get out of town..
Gotta get out of this concrete jungle..too much goin down.

High Anxiety

Written By: Loyd Vandergriff

Gotta get out of this city..
Gotta get out of this town.
Gotta get out of this concrete jungle..too much goin down.
I need me some country backroads..and a wiff of some real clean air.
I got nothin but high anxiety..from smokestacks blowin everywhere.

I need to find me a river, need to find me a creek, need to find me a fishin pole and something cold to drink. I need some peace and quiet, and I need some time to think. Cause alls I know this city life...is takin me to the brink.

You try to find a place to run, you try to find a place to hide. You know these asphalt highways are gettin too damn wide. Extending to the mountains, extending to the sea. It's gettin harder and harder these days for man to find him some relief.

So I'm headin for the country, lookin for a stream. Loadin up my fishin pole and something cold to drink. Gonna get me some peace and quiet. Gonna get me some relief. And I'm tryin to stop this city life...from being the death of me.

Discography

The Real Stuff. June 2006. Mark Kerr's Blues Nation and Kansas City on line radio regularly play cuts.

Human Project II, Humanized. Released on Feb. 19th, 2008. Songplanet.com., ilike2rock.com, kansas city on line radio, mark kerr's blues nation.

Set List

I don't play live much anymore. When I do, I play mostly my songs, and some cool more obscure covers by ZZ, Omar and the Howlers, Delbert McClinton, etc.