"This Desert City" - Review

Conclusion: The fifth album by the man from Seattle has become one that fit into the sunny Southern California landscape seems and I'm wondering why it has taken since the last album of 1993 so long. So we have been deprived of some other small masterpieces. A truly outstanding publication in the sea of ​​new releases that you should devote plenty of attention! ............Wolfgang Giese (Rocktimes)


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"Tom writes songs as easily as the rest of us speak, its in his DNA"........
Bob Carpenter, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

For Tom Kell it has always been about the songwriting.  From his earliest days as a country-rock pioneer on club and concert stages in his native Seattle and throughout the West Coast, to singing duets with John David Souther, Timothy B. Schmit and Valerie Carter, he has always been lead through his career by his songs.  He writes with a unique sense of time and place, and sings with a voice so full of character and heart, that you feel as though you're standing next to him, seeing the same images, breathing the same moment.

As a resident of Los Angeles for the past 30 years, Tom's songwriting echoes the 'grit and feel' that is LA and captures it perfectly in his new project, "This Desert City."

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 MP3 of Tom's song 
"Glory Bound"
with Emiko Woods.
(This is one of the songs on their gospel album coming out this summer.)

MP3 of Toms song,

"Waverly Drive"

There's a tower on the corner with a bell that never rings,
There's a cage inside her kitchen with a bird that never sings,
There's a door that never opens, to a heart that barely beats..
There's a box of old love letters, that she'll never read again,
There's a tired old Mercedes that's become her only friend,
There's a road outside her window, she claims "the only one she needs"
Sometimes lonely, finds you in a crowd,
Sometimes lonely, calls your name out loud...

She's got a duplex in Los Feliz, she rents out the bottom floor,
She's had writers punks and actors, some were rich and some were poor,
But she announced the occupation, every time a new one came,
Why does lonely, always feel the same,
Sometimes lonely, calls you by your name...

The sun sits high above the old veranda every day,
The friends she's had for all these years have slowly died away,
The hat she wears on Sunday has begun to tear and fray,
And time goes by.... On Waverly Drive.....

She's got a niece who lives up north and she begs her to stop by,
But every time she comes to visit, the conversations make her cry,
About the boys and the costume jewelry and how the years have make her cold,
Sometimes lonely's, got an ebb and flo,
Sometimes lonely's the only thing you know....

Lone........ly, lone.....ly....

There's a convent and a park across the street with forty nuns,
In the days of silent movies, it was build for havin' fun,
Now it stands for peace and solitude, all the sister barely speak,
Sometime's lonely, brings you to your knees,
Sometimes lonely's the only thinkg you see (need)......

Tuesday, May 21st @ 8pm
 TOM KELL and EMIKO WOODS
The Marine Room in Laguna Beach
Beth Wood's "Songwriters Showcase"


"Glory Bound" 
The concert was a huge success!
Thanks to all who came!
CD's also available at:
www.tomkellandemikowoods.com

Westwood Music Center Concert with Ben Harper 
See Gallery for new photo's


Video of "BLUE TELEPHONE"
http://youtu.be/se3Sp9amEM4
With Bob Glaub and Emiko Woods

YouTube Video, posted June 22, 2012
http://youtu.be/HuA4gJ0mcZI

"The Call"

 I knew from the start, there'd be chains on my heart,
And the feeling of desperate desire,
But sometimes the hope is destroyed by the rope,
That keeps holding my feet to the fire...

I've never been bolder, I just had to hold her,
She crosses my mind now and then,
They say that I'm free, I say "I used to be",
But I'm feeling those chains again...

I'm out on the road tonight, running away from the memories,
With every step i take, the love that we had, cries your name,
And calls to me....

But still there are footsteps, that I haven't made yet,
And poems that I'm writing alone,
They're filled with your name, and they all sound the same,
With the urge to just pick upthe phone...

Until I recall, the pain of it all,
But to want what i had, is a sin,
I know that you're gone and that I should move on,
But I'm feeling those chains again...

Chorus

Say what you will, or just say nothing about it, at all...

No witness to see me, no judge here to free me,
The sentance I serve is my own,
I'm done with the sorrow, the strength that I borrowed,
From now on I'll go it alone...

So don't try to miss me, hurt or dismiss me,
I've traded my heart for a sheild,
I'll still take the blame, though I'm not the same,
Tell me, how does that feel...

Chorus