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His name is Duane Davis; his profession is universality. Duane Davis, who is barely over twenty years old, has already made his mark on the Canadian music scene as a singer, musician, and composer. Born with a natural talent, he readily admits that his career, which began when he was just four years old, was greatly influenced by the training and encouragement he received from his father—the traveling Canadian troubadour, Stu Davis.
Gifted both physically and vocally, Duane Davis, who stands over six feet tall, has a warm and engaging personality that appeals equally to young and old. At a time when many singers rely on vocal gimmicks to achieve “instant success,” he has maintained a simple style, a pure voice, and a humble personality.
We present to you Duane—Duane Davis. Remember his name—you’ll be hearing a lot about him.
Big country, sprawling,
smog-bound cities,
The open fields.
Love in the afternoon,
smoke-filled rooms,
long blonde hair,
The smell of coffee
on the stove, as Dylan writes
"One Too Many Mornings,"
The words of Jim Webb,
poetry,
That's the way it was.
Duane Davis has been there...
seen the mountains,
touched the wheatfields,
caressed the face of
Mary in the morning
And
Ann
And knows
the name of my sorrow.
Life is:
the game we play
Cycles
We laugh, we love,
we seek and hold the
moments,
Until it’s time for you to go.
Sometimes, as Duane will tell you,
you find truth and write the words—
"Little Green Apples."
The towns have crazy names
like Bowling Green,
But love is there, as it is
where the snow lies,
Where the sun shines on a
golden sea.
Duane sings now his songs
to new days, new roads,
new loves, and remembers
yesterday—knowing that
tomorrow, perhaps, it will go...
"The World I Used to Know."
But life, love, and songs
go on as long as there is
air to breathe.
And
The folk singer
to sing them.
Produced by Duncan Mackerchar
Arranged and conducted by Tommy Banks
Engineered by Gary Ratcliffe
Recorded at Century II Studios, Edmonton, Alberta
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