The Kurt Henry Band

The Kurt Henry Band

 Accord, New York, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

The Kurt Henry Band (featuring and produced by Eric Parker, formerly Joe Cocker drummer) satisfies three important criteria: they play like the craftspeople they are, they cross enough genres to satisfy anyone, and they contribute a jaunty-jammy originality that reminds us they are playing live music. Perhaps even more importantly, this group can come in at a lower decibel level than many acoustic groups. Perfect for house concerts and festivals.

Biography

Kurt began singing in coffeehouses, notably Greenwich Village’s The Village Gaslight in 1968, and then played through college and beyond with very popular regional New York bands, such as the Womblers, Hipshot, and Great Northeastern. These years marked Kurt as “New York’s first country-rocker” (MusicMachine) and landed him over 100 opening act performances for Asleep at the Wheel, Procol Harum, David Bromberg, and The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, to name just a few. Today Kurt is an accomplished, tone-conscious, low-volume/high energy electric guitarist and a singer/songwriter with a knack for smart lyrics that splash on impact and circle out. He has expanded his guitar repertoire over the years from accomplished folk and country picking to smooth electric guitar soloing with overtones of jazz, Caribbean, blues and the bits and pieces between. Alan Groth has played bass with Kurt for years and the two work together like clockwork with drummer Eric Parker, who has an impressive resume with artists such as Joe Cocker, Little Feat, Cornell Dupree, Orleans, and more. Cheryl Lambert is an accomplished harmony vocalist, latin percussionist and harmonica ace. The group which also has a low-volume “parlour band” function is perfect for house concerts, outdoor festivals and clubs that feature seasoned original musicians.

Lyrics

There's an Oak Tree in the Orchard

Written By: Kurt Henry

Within a mile of where I’m standing
There’s an oak tree in an orchard;
It was around at the beginning
When your words pointed us forward.

And the Westerly is singing,
Stirring new leaves on the old tree;
Though my vision now is dimming
I can hear it blowing softly.

I have heard that you had slaves down in Virginia,
Though your written word speaks plainly for their freedom.
They paid the highest price so you could drink your Madeira;
On your veranda—glass in hand—I know you saw them.

But I still believe you, brother;
We are neither of us liars;
We are too much like each other;
In our brief times we are mired.

You saw orchards; you saw gardens
And free farmers in the distance.
Perhaps you saw that godless Eden
With no wars at His insistence.

I have often said our planet was in danger
I have sung a thousand times to shout the warning
I have driven through the night—an angry stranger,
And still my car spit out its poison to the morning.

Corporations eat the future
While the miners strip the garden;
We are slaves to our computers—
Our Independence long forgotten.

But the Westerly is singing,
Stirring new leaves on the old tree;
Though my vision now is dimming
I can hear it blowing softly.

I Hear My Name

Written By: Kurt Henry

I hear my name come whispering through the trees.
The night shines cold; I just can’t sleep.
The sky is clear; no clouds obscure the view—
So strange to think I can’t see you.
The moon is shining brightly
Alone against the night—
Shining bright—it’s shining on me.
It moves across the skyway,
And leaves me wondering why
I spend my time so cold and lonely.

My baby used to stay home every night:
She’d keep me warm and treat me right.
We’d talk of our tomorrows with a grin:
If luck ran out, then love would win.
Now I understand
In the beginning and the end
Of a change, there’s nothing lasting.
Memories to be learned
Caged in letters to be burned
Rearrange in seasons passing.

The trees release their leaves to let them go:
When love is dead they cannot grow.
Sweet evergreen that grows the whole year long,
I’ll track you down, you can’t be wrong.
But the night is deep and cold
And I hope that I can hold
To this dream—it keeps me going.
The wind calls through the trees
In a woman’s voice to me—
So it seems, old love keeps growing.

I hear my name come whispering through the trees.
The night shines cold; I just can’t sleep.
The sky is clear; no clouds obscure the view—
So strange to think I can’t see you.
Now I think I see
That it wasn’t meant to be,
But it’s OK; I just can’t change it.
If the dove should land
For an hour in my hand
Unafraid, could I cage it?

A Long Way From Sunday

Written By: Kurt Henry

In a starched white shirt,
Frightened and alert—
Another body tossed on emotion.
Churning all around—
The organ’s swirling sound—
I tossed upon the rocks of devotion.
Until I noticed the sun
Through broken stained glass come:
I rose upon the tide of tomorrow.

I’m a long way from Sunday,
And I’m on my own.
I’m a long way from Sunday,
And I’ve found my home.

Rockets raining down,
Fire burns the towns—
Why must we die for our illusions?
Sons of Abraham
Devastate the land,
Mouthing ancient words of delusion.
Let the temples fill with dust!
Let swords and armor rust!
Let reason light the road to tomorrow!

I’m a long way from Sunday,
And I’m on my own.
I’m a long way from Sunday,
And I’ve found my home.

Sunday in my town
The children still come ‘round:
We pass the poison down each generation.
But there will come a day,
And I can almost pray
Reason’s light will shine on every nation.
When we notice the sun
Through broken stained glass come,
We’ll rise upon the tide of tomorrow!

We’ll be a long way from Sunday,
From Mecca and Rome;
Promised Land lies before us
If we share our home.

On a Summer Tide

Written By: Kurt Henry

On a Summer Tide, we were riding on the wind;
We sang songs of mirth and power that would set the world to spin.
On a Summer Tide, we were carried by our light;
We were proof against the darkness, we were fire in the night—
On a Summer Tide!

There were voices in a stream, inspirations in a breeze,
There was meaning to our dreams, there was whispering in the trees,
Reason in the sun, imagination in the moon,
And if Time was on the run, we’d run faster—breaking through!

On a Summer Tide, we spun freedom into form:
We wove hearts and minds together in a rising summer storm.
On a Summer Tide, we swayed softly in the breeze;
Choosing sounds and words of kindness, we would gently rock the trees,
On a Summer Tide!

There were voices in a stream, inspirations in a breeze,
There was meaning to our dreams, there was whispering in the trees,
Reason in the sun, imagination in the moon,
And if Time was on the run, we’d run faster—breaking through!

On a winter day, it is clear and oh so cold:
There is space and time between us, and still so much left untold!
On a winter day I can see across the years,
And though oft my thoughts are barren, you will sometimes reappear
On a Summer Tide!

Mind Your Business

Written By: Kurt Henry & Eric Parker

You think you’ve found the highest love,
So now you want to shout about it.
You think that all your thoughts come from above—
Hey buddy, I doubt it.

Mind your business,
Mind your business, brother.
Mind your business,
Mind your business, now.

You think you’ve found the only way,
And everyone should follow.
I think that everything you say—
It sounds so damn hollow.

Mind your business,
Mind your business, brother.
Mind your business,
Mind your business, now.

There’s nothing set in stone my friend,
No, not even your commandments.
And now you say you want the world to end,
‘Cause you can’t understand it.

Mind your business.

Discography

From Our Religions We’ll Be Free 2012*
Heart, Mind and All 2008*
Love’s Enough 2004**

The current membership appears on each album in addition to guests who include Larry Packer, Ross Rice, David Sancious and John Sebastian.

* produced by Eric Parker **produced by Steve Burgh

Set List

All original in several genres, but connected by instrumental style.