Howe Gelb | |
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![]() Howe Gelb performing in 2007 |
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Background information | |
Birth name | Howard Gelb |
Born | 1956 |
Origin | Tucson, Arizona, United States |
Genres | Indie rock, Americana, alt.country, roots rock, indie folk, folk-rock, lo-fi |
Occupations | Singer-songwriter, musician, record producer |
Instruments | Vocals, guitar, piano |
Labels | Ow Om |
Associated acts | Giant Sand OP8 The Band of Blacky Ranchette Arizona Amp and Alternator |
Website | howegelb.com |
Howe Gelb is an American singer-songwriter, musician and record producer based in Tucson, Arizona.
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Gelb's approach to music is collaborative and he has recorded with a number of side projects. In a 2004 interview with Gelb, The Guardian wrote "Gelb's way of dealing with it was to treat Giant Sand (not to be confused with his 1970s electro-rock band Giant Sandworms) as a loose, uncompetitive, mutually supportive musical collective, a place for friends to hang out and play. 'I just liked the idea of having this kind of removed world, this brotherhood—the idea of a band being something more than a front person or dealing with the throes of fame.'"[1] In a 2006 interview, Gelb said "Sno Angel is now the name of this project. Like you had Arizona Amp, OP8 and all those other ones. So the way I regulate them is to keep them with their own flavour, and if this takes on a life of it's [sic] own...which this may well do...it will make time for itself. I ain't got no plans, I never even thought we'd get to tour, but it had it's [sic] own idea."[2]
(by Rainer Ptacek)
Days turn into afternoons
Afternoons turn into weeks
Pretty soon another year is gone
Still you ain’t got yourself no peace
What’s the use of sitting around waiting
Anticipating your whole life away
Waiting for you ship to come
Come on that sunny day
Put your mind to it
see yourself through it
First step is the hardest
But you got to get yourself started
Ain’t no way for a garden to grow
You got to water, got to work with the hoe
Ain’t no way for yourself to get fed
You don’t get up and get out of bed
Wash your face, comb your hair
Get on straight and get out there
{CHORUS} That’s how things get
That’s how things get
That’s how they get done
Open up your mind
Put your body in motion
Go ahead and make yourself a clean sweep
You ain’t a bear, you don’t need that much sleep
{CHORUS}
The world is sick, It’s an epidemic
Sometimes what I think we need
Is one good swift kick
Kick