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Tim Gleeson Band: Quotes/Press

 

"Tim Gleeson is an amazing musician and songwriter! I have had the pleasure of collaborating with him as a songwriter throughout the years."
- Kathy Sledge of Sister Sledge

 Kevin Riordan - New CD is 'Healthy Food for Thought' for Moorestown musician

 Willing to put his mouth where the money is, singer-songwriter Tim Gleeson will perform selections from his solo CD, No Sad Songs, at your place. "They're called house concerts . . . there's lots of stuff about them on Google," Gleeson says in his Moorestown home studio, a pleasant, orderly space full of guitars and recording equipment. "I've done a couple so far." Such is the low-fi yet high-tech life of a working American roots musician, even an established local performer whose work appears on other artists' recordings - including a disc recently nominated for a Grammy. That would be Healthy Food for Thought: Good Enough to Eat, a compilation for which Gleeson cowrote one song ("Mother Earth's Song") and performs on another ("Garden Green"). The double disc includes contributions from Moby, Julian Lennon, and Camden's own Yocantalie Jackson, and is one of five "Best Spoken Word Album for Children" nominees....please follow link below for full article.

 Mitch Lopate - "No Sad Songs" CD review

So Tim Gleeson has come back from the studio with a new release, eh? I’m worried…because I know this kind of guy: he steals hearts. No, not at cards: your sweetie. He’s a Pied Piper of sorts; that’s the harmonica he toots instead of a flute. And he plays the “Sensitive Guy” card with an acoustic guitar in his hand. This is the great-great-great…grandson of a troubadour in Ye Olde Days who would craft a love song wrapped in a sunny day with a smile on his face—and the fair maidens of the town would look at him with their eyelashes fluttering and their pulse racing. “Oh, he’s SO gentle and vulnerable!”

   And not just adults either: I watched my little two-year-old-niece dancing to this when she thought I wasn’t looking. Children understand this kind of singer-poet; the television shows make these guys sit and serenade the youngest generation so that they understand compassion and that special kind of simple magic that comes from a balladeer. No wonder the town of Hamlin could not believe how special a man that piper would be. Don’t overlook his cleverness either with those fingers: piano, violin, and arrangements are under his direction too.

   Maybe it’s that thin delicate voice. Lots of guys have parlayed that into success. Graham Nash has the British accent behind him as well as a harmonica—maybe that’s the trick. The late Dan Fogelberg was another who made us feel like he could sense every little nuance of emotion within the feelings we dared not share until safety had been reached. And now here’s Tim G., and he’s just as open with his intentions to charm his way into our lives. “Hard Times” are over, he says, and there’s something so familiar about this tune that makes me unable to identify why I feel so secure at his words. I could also instantly tell the snapping touch of Art Austin on percussion backing up the confidence that “No Sad Songs” will be found here. (I do have to gently remind Tim that the “Train that Never Comes” (from the Luck Brothers’ delightful Pain CD) will have a sense of regret and resignation that can’t be extinguished—but it’s the right way to end the 10-pack of songs.) See, Tim’s all about “Pure Love”: the trials and errors of innocence lost and found in “An Old Love.”

   Stephen Bishop did this with that award-winning song from the movie Tootsie: he knows how to make the arrow hit its mark in that part of the soul that make up the scenery in those chick flicks. You know the scenes: the leading guy has done something which makes him stop and think about why the leading gal has just made him come to a halt in his tracks. So be it. I’ll take my woman to see Mr. Gleeson in some intimate setting…and I’ll get an autograph for her too. And I’ll make sure I bring her flowers or some other kind of romantic gesture after the show—and even the next day—because I don’t want her daydreaming about another love poet with a guitar…or a harmonica…or piano. But I’ll thank him for showing me how it’s done.

© Mitchell D. Lopate 2009, author of "Rock n' Roll Stew"