About Bobby Deans
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I spent my early life moving from town to town. My father was itinerant gambler and my mother had been a show dancer. She ran off with the trumpet player in the band and left me and the old man to fend for ourselves. I spent most of my time on my own, as I was never in one place long enough to make any real friends. It was round about this time I first picked up the guitar. The more I got into it, the more it made sense. I was hooked and nothing else mattered. I started playing other people's songs, but I soon realised that I had a voice of my own, so I started using it. I woke up one morning and my old man had moved on, I didn't really care, I had outgrown him anyway. I started busking for beer money and food and pretty soon I got a regular crowd that came to see me. Like my old man though, I couldn't stay in one place for very long, so, I travelled round Europe doing this. I spent time in Prague, Paris, Rome, London and countless other cities, busking and playing in small clubs. Living in hostels, living rough, or couch surfing with anyone that would let me. My songs are about my life, so my songs are about me, in fact they are me.
Singer/songwriter Bobby Deans.
Playing a nylon stringed guitar he was at his best on a song about the homeless called No Rest with some nice key changes and a refreshing lack of polemic. An engaging character he was brave enough to sing a song about his own past and his mother whom he never knew which was delivered in a restrained fashion until the end when he was wailing away at the ghosts he had conjured up.
Blabber 'n' Smoke
A Glasgow view of Americana and related music and writings.
Angela Young - On The House Music
Bobby Deans, Empty Bottle
Haunting, intense, and undoubtedly dark with lyrics that stop you in your tracks and a voice that sets Bobby Deans very much apart from his peers. This is one of those albums that makes you feel like you’ve been on a really long journey to far shores, an epic trip that chews you up and spits you out but leaves you feeling like you really fucking lived it. The whole album has a driving urgent pace cutting right through it, reined in and tamed only by some gorgeous strings and delicate guitar. Bobby’s voice is rich, pained, but alive with stories and experience. The album closes with Brown Suitcase, a sweeping soaring hymn to loss and despair that somehow manages to be immensely and intensely uplifting and life-affirming. The bottle might be empty but Bobby makes every drop count.
Click on the button below to hear my performance at The Danny Kyle Stage at Celtic Connections.
Live at The Glasgow Royal Concert Hall.
Hosted by Liz Clark.