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Johnny Holliday

About Me

(written by poet Eric Gilbert)His hair whether shoulder length or cropped short always sprouts into the direction of purpose. His songs develop into protests of the places he is going, the women he is loving and the issues he means to tackle. The bus is always going to stop for Ryan Gilbert, taking him anywhere from New York City to Plymouth, England to play to the newly introduced fan with jaw agape. So, which hand will he use to flag the bus down? The one that is writing or the one that is picking the notes? Both work together to create his rambling melodies. Songs inspired by Joe Hill, Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, and Bob Dylan, but forging his own path with style and wit that would make Oscar Wilde chuckle in his grave. Ryan Gilbert was born somewhere and he'll die somewhere. In between he'll write songs about things that matter to him and to the drifters and politicians, the immigrants and the homosexuals. Through his studies of anthropology and folklore he is constantly searching for a people and place to inspire music. His album, College Radio Never Sounded So Dead is out now.Press:"Ryan Gilbert is such a recent discovery and his music is the unusual thinking man's music of humorous thought and political and religious commentary. Such a soft spoken man too but his music, what little he has recorded is fairly brilliant. On top of all that he's studying archeology down inTexas. Look for him soon. He may be touring again very soon." -Radiomike

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Member Since: 23/03/2005
Band Website: www.antifolk.net
Band Members: Ryan Gilbert
Influences: Bob Dylan, Marc Bolan and Tyrannosaurus Rex, Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, The New York Dolls, Echo and the Bunnymen, Manic Street Preachers, Joie Dead Blonde Girlfriend, Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, Lach, Mike iLL, Judy Garland, Johnny Thunders, The Undoing of David Wright, Knives Jenkins, Buffy Sainte-Marie, New Order, Joy Division, Soce the Elemental Wizard, Richard Farina, Cisco Houston, Howlin' Wolf, Pops Carter.Beethoven's Symphony No. 7 in A-Major Op. 92 (Allegretto).
Sounds Like: Ryan Gilbert
Record Label: (940) 367-5930

My Blog

UNTITLED INNER CONFLICT

Is it strange to remember your past livesAnd know exactly who you areOnly to be lost in the presentIt's so hard to discover your futureBefore you've had a chance to liveI could tell you how it endsBut...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 08:56:00 GMT

Subway Trains Don't Sound The Same

Well this big city life just aint doin it for meThe streets are overcrowded and nothin comes freeThe façade of the people as they walk aimlessly Is reminiscent of pollution and I need fresh air to ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:59:00 GMT

The Fisher King

Have you ever read about the Fisher King? Fishing by the riverside without a queen. Wounded so, his kingdom all but disappeared. Nothing to look forward to but wasted years.   Do you ever wonder ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:00:00 GMT

Lost

  Television static makes life look great And so do dreams, but then you wake But it becomes so hard to differentiate Between what is real and what is fake   And the people on the TV screen...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:50:00 GMT

There, I Said It

There's a stranger walking past my house wielding a pistol aimlessly But what scares me more is living where people are used like sheep And there are those of us who seem satisfied just being free ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:44:00 GMT

The Ruins (Written Circa 2004 in Morlaix, France)

  In my memory there is a place upon a hill Overlooking the markets Where the moon slowly fades into morning A place where the old revolution's ruins still remain. It is there that the young Ru...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:34:00 GMT

13 ANGELS

When your heart's not in it and they're always knocking at your door And you've tried to tell them but they just don't listen anymore And you gave them all you could but you just can't give them any...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 13:03:00 GMT

You Are A Rocket

You Are A Rocket   Sometimes when I see you, sitting alone I can't help but notice, the pain in your eyes As if something evil's, corrupting your soul And you in your innocence, can't understand ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:19:00 GMT

Fry Street Cafe

The Coffee Shop Nazis don't cater to commune-ists And the poet sits quietly defending his page Because words are not actions, obviously Tell me who has the guts to stand up in the fray?   Th...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 19:16:00 GMT

Back Alley Bureaucrats

Back Alley Bureaucrats (Lyrics by Ryan Gilbert) Two people died today One stillborn and the other from a hanger Tell me who were they and what were their names Can anything be done to stifle all the...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 15:43:00 GMT