Jim Bianco (born March 25, 1976) is a critically acclaimed independent musician, singer, songwriter and producer based in Los Angeles, California.
Born in Brooklyn, New York, on March 25, 1976, Bianco is the youngest child of James Bianco, Jr. and Jane (née Levy) Bianco. The family, which also includes one older sister, moved from Brooklyn to Long Island, New York. According to his biography, in 1979 Bianco’s father traded two 35 pound barbells and a bench press for the first upright piano in the Bianco home. As a youth, Bianco studied piano and played bass guitar in local bands. Bianco graduated from high school in 1994 and from college in 1998.
After graduation, Bianco spent time in Europe. Upon returning to the United States, a friend from college invited Bianco to Los Angeles, California to play in his band. Bianco moved to Los Angeles in the spring of 2000. He played bass and wrote songs with the group until they disbanded. Bianco decided to learn to play the guitar, refine his singing skills and set about assembling a band of his own. He rented a room in West Los Angeles for $80 a month and practiced until he felt comfortable sharing his music. He began attending open mic nights around Los Angeles, performing at least three nights a week. One evening he attended a songwriter night at a small coffee shop in Hollywood called the Hotel Café. Soon after, Bianco was invited to open for Gary Jules.
Bianco is a town and comune in the Province of Reggio Calabria, in southern Italy. It is a seaside town and a popular tourist resort. The main attractions are the remainings of an old abbey and the ruins of a Roman house.
Eugene Bianco (March 29, 1927 – May 7, 2007), known professionally as Bianco, was a harpist who recorded for RCA Victor Records.
With Ruth Brown
Bianco, or occasionally Lo Bianco, is a surname of Italian origin, meaning White. Bearers of the name include the following.
I got a thing for you
I got a thing for you
I got a thing for you
I can't let it go
You're so mysterious
You got me curious
I think of the both of us
Together, all alone
I need a cage, I need a leash
Now that we've woken up the beast
Yeah, yeah
I wouldn't lie to you
Unless you want me too
I got a thing for you
I can't let it go
Well, even when you sweat, you sweat with style
Making my imagination run wild
Yeah, yeah
I got a thing for you
I got a thing for you
I got a thing for you
And I can't let it go
And I can't let it go
And I can't let it go
And I can't let it go
And I can't let it go