Marlee Crow

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Saturday, Jan 19th - 2019

8:00 pm-10:00 pm

Taos Mesa Brewing -- Tap Room


Marlee Crow was raised at the mouth of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.  It was here that his passion for music was born.  At an early age, Marlee would play with old rakes and ski poles, pretending they were guitars.  By the time he turned 12 years old, he sold a pig he raised at the county fair, in order to pay for his first real guitar.  From there, Marlee quickly progressed, and was playing in bars by his teens.  Never satisfied with his thirst for knowledge, Marlee enrolled at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music.  After a full year of study however, the constraints of classical music were dampening the creative fire within Marlee himself.  So it was with great conviction that he transferred to CALARTS to study music composition and to learn how to express his soul.

It wasn’t long after, that Marlee moved into a Tour Bus and began his phase of constant traveling and playing in various bands and projects. These times were tough, and it wasn’t unusual for Marlee to play on the sidewalk to sell CDs for gas and food.  In spite of this, these travels would turn out to be a source of inspiration as Marlee was able to write many songs and instrumentals that would come to define his unique sound.

Tired of the road, Marlee settled into Albuquerque, NM.  It was here that he discovered the untapped wilderness of the Sandia Mountains.  Within the foothills of these mountains, Marlee would get lost from civilization, in an effort to detach himself from conventional thinking.  He found a secret place where an audience of ancient stones and rocks would listen to his practice.  They helped mold his style into a signature blend of folk and bluesy rhythms driven to the purpose of expressing human emotion.

From this tireless journey of cutting against the grain, Marlee Crow has developed a style all his own.  When he plays, you will see people from all walks of life dancing, listening intently at a table, or standing with a lighter in the air.  And when he stops, there’s a second of silence, and you will know like an arrow released from a bow, that a new voice of Americana has come down from the mountains and hit its mark.

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