Studio Floor

State of the artist

People always ask me:

“Bobby Angel what’s next?”

Origin story of how I got my name

The truth is, I simply don’t know. I could say I was working on something big, and describe it to the tee; but in my book saying isn’t doing and when it comes to doing I usually go with the flow. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a plan.

One thing you might notice about my songs: I’m not very good at guitar. Nor do I have a very good voice. Nor is there anyone really helping me out. Maybe that’s Bobby Angel at his core, charting things out as I go, like a lost sailor looking up at the stars. A key thing that I am always reminded of – I didn’t even give myself my own stage name. Somebody else gave it to me and I just went with the flow.

Sometimes in life you don’t question things.

And who really has time? Life is the art of not waiting for the next inspiration to strike. It will come while doing, and likely send you down a new path.

As always, forever and always,

Welcome to my studio
In a hectic world, this is my creative space

While you never quite know …

When (or where) inspiration may strike:

My studio is as much a place as a state of mind

All artists need a place to bring it all home.

That’s where my studio comes in.

What is my studio? It’s where I both create new content and organize my anthology, and most of share what I’m doing and have done with my fans. Part sanctuary and part a work-in-progress, it’s the hub where the rubber meets the road and my art comes to life. Otherwise and without it, all my songs would have drifted indifferently into the universe and, with even more certainty, neither of my two albums would have ever come to life.

The Rambler

Bobby Angel spellbinds his audience with a vivid cowboy ballad of a wanderer caught in time between what was and what will never be. Set in the Old West, the backstory of this Bobby Angel original counterbalances hope and despair, love and loss.

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Plugging away
Hopping back on horse with new cowboy ballad

What’s the secret to writing a song?

It’s as much as striking when the iron’s hot, as having anything to say.

Songs tell a story with as few words as possible

The thing about song writing:

You just have to keep plugging away.

A song isn’t like writing a book,

But nor does it write itself.

Take for instance Don’t Need to Know (Where You Are Tonight). It popped into my mind out of the blue. I didn’t ask any questions, I just started writing it down. As for the cowboy, it may be me and it may be somebody else. Songs take on a life of their own even for the people who bring them to life.

A medley to remember

Her and There

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Maybe you saw me maybe you didn’t the best part of life is always hidden you and me we’ll find that treasure take it to a higher level you and me we’ll never settle check it out check it out check it out we’ll be flying we’ll be rising over top of the horizon past the pain and all the dying finally we are arriving we are there we are there yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I met her at the picnic table a cup of coffee in her hand she told me we couldn’t stay there so we went walking in the sand surf splashing at our ankles eventually we made the pier where she turned and told me one more step and we are there

Above the clouds passing by thirty five thousand feet up in the sky you know I think about you all of the time you’re always there up in my mind

Going down to the ground I wonder if you’re still around I wonder I wonder I wonder I’m a wanderer I am a plunderer I am a wrangler I am a gambler I am a rambler I am a galloper I am a guzzler I am a hustler I am a messenger and I will not stop until I find her

Has anybody been there lately has anybody been there lately has anybody been there lately and if so could you please tell me where she might me can anybody tell me

Maybe you saw me maybe you didn’t the best part of life is always hidden you and me we’ll find that treasure take it to a higher level you and me we’ll never settle check it out check it out check it out we’ll be flying we’ll be rising over top of the horizon past the pain and all the dying finally we are arriving we are there we are there yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah