Carroll Glenn : San Francisco, singer, songwriter, music, musician

Carroll Glenn was born and raised in Toledo Ohio. Exposed to the Detroit and English rock scene at clubs and halls in the area. Jammed with friends in basements during the cold Mid-Western winters. Discovered acoustic music. Played guitar behind a female singer/ songwriter while still in high school. Wrote his first few songs around then.

After high school,moved to Sonoma County CA. Studied music and theater at Sonoma State U. B.A. in Music. Played guitar and sang in cafés, clubs, and wedding bands. Also arranged songs and music for performance.

Commissioned for music and performance for Company of Wayward Saints ( Commedia dell' Arte) for the Mill Valley Players. Moved to San Francisco. Provided musical support for the Bolongna Brothers `Big Fall Show` (more Commedia). Wrote and performed soundtrack for `Roy`, a play about the demise of Roy Cohn, at the Theater Rhinoseros.

All along has been writing and performing solo, at cafés, clubs, and open mics around S.F. and New York. Played, worked, and recorded with members of Captain Beefheart, Don Cherry Band, the Red House Painters.

Wrote songs and demo-ed in San Francisco and Los Angeles. More recently played guitar for funk/jazz/rap band Tiger Bomb at clubs and parties around S.F. and put out a well received cd. Songs From the cd were used for MTV`s Real World and indie movie
North Beach.

Review of "On the Chin"

San Francisco is like a sweet but sad dream. The chill evening fog and the hot noon sun. The rough, cold Pacific Ocean at the end of the American road. Perched on a dangerous, nerve racking fault line. Absorbing an endless army of dreamers and misfits and mad geniuses.

Carroll Glenn washed ashore and the town's been a better place since. Born and raised in Toledo, Ohio. Garage rock high school; studied music theater at Sonoma State and landed in San Francisco not long after. Quirky jazz-folk-rock commissions from Comedian del Arte, (name Roy Cohn play-theater Rhinoseros). A little LA work and then the back streets of the Mission, South of Market, North Beach. Pacifica. A dreamer, a mad genius. A classic and redundant misfit.

Worked with just about everybody in the fast shifting San Francisco rock scene. He was the man in the hat. Playing a ripping Fender guitar--but that wasn't really his bit. Songs and stories and life as its lived in that last chance of American cities-perched on the edge of a continent and ever ready to fall into the cold, rough Pacific Ocean. He's that strange cat who hits you with a sweet melody and a tough truth.

A sharp voice that's a cross between Elvis Costtello and Dylan at his best. Those electric guitar moments. The magic of seeing him play and two days later wondering where that sweet melody in your head came from. And then putting it together-Carroll Glenn, that one about fucking up and understanding how bittersweet life will always be. Losing everything and still finding those little shards of love inside a hard life. Hooks and phrases that one can't put out of ones mind. "Hold on now/ it looks like/ another happy-ending is about to begin." "Put it in your pocket, send it in a rocket."

— Philip Honan Keeley, Author