Without the Blonde

Without the Blonde

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Indie Acoustic Performing Songwriter

Biography

Sprinkle Roots Rock seeds with Traditional Country soil
Nourish with Folk compost
Set in the hot sun of the Delta Blues
Water generously with 70's Singer-Songwriters
Spritz leaves with 90's Girl Grunge
Transplant to Indie container scratched with the words FEMINIST
and CHILD OF THE EARTH
Ignore in corner of patio and see if it survives

WITHOUT THE BLONDE is

Indie Acoustic Singer-Songwriting
Visual lyrics
Passionate vocals with a raw, edgy sweetness
Haunting. Satisfying. Delicious.

BIO:
The journey began with being hauled around Fairbanks, Alaska with a saving grace of summers at her Grandparents in the mountains where everyone played guitar and banjo. Anna spent lots of time alone in the woods, the snow, cabins, apartments, the ladies restroom lounge at her Mom's work, and under tables at Laundromats, singing songs mostly in her head but sometimes out loud to the trees and animals. She was moved at 7 to an organic-farming chicken-raising no-electricity alfalfa farm on the Snake River in Huntington, Oregon where open space, juniper trees, a hillside junk pile, abandoned animal corals and lilac bushes created fond memories but homemade ketchup, squash, and headless chickens running around the front yard did not. She secretly memorized all the songs in her Mom's record collection. A year later she was moved to oh-so-dairy farms Wisconsin, living in small towns up and down the Mississippi River. She would fall asleep every night imagining singing the songs on the radio. At 14 she hitched a trucker route to California, returning in four months to move to upstate New York, then Montreal, where she turned 16, had her first broken heart and wrote lots of bad poetry. She was packed up, moved to Chicago, and forced to finish a terribly boring high school in the suburbs before escaping to the City. She started playing guitar but only some Bob Dylan songs, and liked to lay down on the wood floor of her apartment with all the lights off to sing along to Billie Holiday. She was going to college for no good reason, working at an ungodly hour of the morning for an even worse reason so at 21 snow-shoveled her car in and out of a parking spot for the last time, packed up a '77 Pontiac Grand Prix & headed out to California to stay, except for a 3-year Reno, Nevada sojourn a while back. Fast-forward to today where she lives by the ocean with her dog and two sons, is totally into organic farming, and never kills chickens. The rest is in the songs.

Lyrics

Movie Star (Live Recording)

Written By: words and music by anna tutor and slimm

Recorded Live at Totally Coffee, Costa Mesa, CA Anna on acoustic guitar & vocals; Paulette on harmonies/vocal effects; Ron on whatever else you can hear.

my baby's gonna be a movie star
she's gonna be a porno queen
my baby's gonna be a movie star
she's gonna be a porno queen she goes

oooohhhhh oooooooo she goes
oooohhhh yeah she goes
uhhhhh huhhhhhhh

she's gonna live in malibu at the Kitty Motel
she's gonna work on her tan all day
she can see palm trees from her window
and everybody starts their mornings with vanilla latte
she moved out there a 36B
now she's a 32 DD she says
Hey Baby, I'm on my way!
You're gonna see my name in lights one day oh

My baby's gonna be a movie star...

the first job that she could get
was the Blair Bitch Project
she tried out for some soaps & a sitcom show
but Little Bo Peek-a-Boo was her second role
I said - I miss you baby
She said - don't worry baby
turn your tv to pay-per-view
for $11.95 it's like I'm loving you

oh my baby's gonna be a movie star...

I can't wait another day
I'm packing up my truck and heading out to LA
gonna stay with my baby in her room
she wrote me and said she thinks she might like girls too
oh no way!
I better get my $^%& out to LA
I'm bringing my guitar
Now my sweet baby can say

my boyfriend's gonna be a rock n roll star
he's gonna play in a cover band
my boyfriend's gonna be a rock n roll star
he's gonna play in a cover band
he learned all the licks to Sweet Home Alabama
he's got his mojo workin'
all he needs is a drummer & a lead singer & a bass player
yr gonna see his name in light's one day!

My baby's gonna be a movie star...

Pocket

Written By: words and music by anna tutor (BMI)

this song is about being done with something but not in an angry way, more in a long-term, tired way...

(c) 2006

I get the feeling
You don’t know what to do with me
I’ll make this easy
Packed my suitcase
Everything I own
You don’t believe I will go

It’s the same old story
With the same old end
I write my songs in silence
Sing them in my head
Stare out the window
Everything seems so far away
Maybe I’ll write to you

You wrap yourself up in a world
With only what you know
With what is comfortable
I’m up late again watching TV
‘Till I can’t stay awake
Don’t want to face another day

It’s the same old story
It’s the same old end
I write my songs in silence
Singing in my head
Stare out the window
Everything seems so far away
Maybe I’ll write to you someday

I’ve been dreaming of oceans,
Mountains, springtime flowers and
soft summer rain

Tucked in my pocket
Two $20 bills
And a Ticket
To take me far far away

It’s the same old story
It’s the same old end
I write my songs in silence
Sing them in my head
Stare out the window
Everything seems so far away
Maybe I’ll write to you someday
Maybe I’ll write to you

Don't Think About It

Written By: words and music by anna tutor (BMI)

I tried to call you
I tried to get in touch with you
I tried to talk to you
I found myself in your town again

I know I promised not to
I wrote you that letter
said I wouldn't bother you I said
you didn't ever have to worry about seeing me again
but here I am

and really I don't think about it really I don't think about it really I don't think about you much anymore
and I had no good reason to call

it's been a year but I can still hear you sayin'
hello beautiful
it's been a year but I can still hear you playin'
your guitar
still have the tapes you sent of your favorite songs
I couldn't play them for a long, long time
but now I can

'cause really I don't think about it really I don't think about it really I don't think about you much anymore
and I had no good reason to call

I was just
wondering where you are
wondering what you are doing
wondering if you're happy
and wondering
do you think about me

guess it's good you weren't at home
guess it's good you weren't around
I only tried a few times - then moved on
don't know what I would have said
don't know if I would have cried
at the sound of your voice
I guess it's good I didn't try again
and really, I didn't mean to try again

'cause really I don't think about it really I don't think about it really I don't think about you much anymore
and I had no good reason to call

Discography

Various Demo Trax on website and musician sites

Currently self-recording EP due out Summer 2007

Set List

2+ hours of original music