Entertainer. Explorer. Effervescent. Canadian singer-songwriter Bryce Thomas has oft traveled the back roads of the Canadian music scene in search of corpulent grace. Harlot of the musical stage. Singer, songwriter, guitarist, pianist, mandolin-ist, aspiring percussionist and, dare we forget, accordionist. Bryce's music blends folk, rock, and pop; the love child of 1970s David Bowie, 1980s Raffi, 1990s Dave Matthews and 2000s Hawksley Workman... yes it was one heck of an industry party. When not coaxing music from stringed things, Bryce traverses the murky depths of international stardom. A fable of his own making.
NEW: underwater music video for The Waves!
In January 2019, I dove into conceptualizing, creating, directing, and editing an underwater music video for my song, The Waves. The footage was shot by photographer extraordinaire Lora Moore-Kakaletris (www.mooreimages.ca) along with her assistant Lori Bolliger. In order to achieve the final look, I also took a deep dive into the techniques of color grading film. Now there is an art form I have new-found respect for. Rest assured: No instruments were (permanently) harmed during production.
You can watch the video right here and find it on my YouTube channel:
Midnight in the Garden earns TOP 50 recognition in Searchlight 2018!
I'm so incredibly honoured to have been selected by CBC's judges as one of the TOP 50 songwriters nationally out of over 2000 entries. My song, Midnight in the Garden, is a lovers waltz reflecting those moments when one feels on the outside looking in at life. The video (featured below) was filmed by me while watching my love dance during a midnight party on the bank of the River Seine in Paris, France during Nuit Blanche. I hope you enjoy it.
SUBURBAN WRECK EARNS CBC SEARCHLIGHT 2017 REGIONAL TOP TEN LIST!!
Well knock me down with a feather! My song Suburban Wreck earned a REGIONAL TOP TEN spot in the CBC Searchlight 2017 contest. Many thanks to @CBCMusic for helping make this undiscovered suburban rock star a little less undiscovered!
WATCH MY SELF-FILMED VIDEO FOR "SUBURBAN WRECK":
The video was self-filmed and edited by yours truly for the @CBCMusic Searchlight 2017 contest... an ode to life run-aground in the suburbs:
NEW ALBUM NOW AVAILABLE!
My latest album, IMMOVABLE FEAST (released September 2015), was written, sung/guitar'd/piano'd/drum'd, recorded, and produced by yours truly in my home while kids caroused. The album features 11 folk-rock infused songs expressing the highs and lows of being run-aground in the suburbs. Family, friends and fans say they hear echoes of Simon & Garfunkel, The Waterboys, and David Bowie; perhaps you will as well.
HAVE A LISTEN & READ THE LYRICS
VIDEO: Soul Right
Self-filmed for the 2016 CBC Searchlight competition, my video for SOUL RIGHT has the distinguished honour of being my first-ever music video. Being a Gemini came in handy during shooting. Me, myself and I, hope you like it.
Now here we are many years later, We've got the kids to keep us from failure – YOU BELONG TO ME
Let me be the thunder that wakes you from your sleep, and slowly draws you under and lulls you back to sleep – THE WAVES
So it comes back to me, Bottle wine 3am, And the moon arcs high over you and I, I'm watchin' you watchin' me… wait and see – ILLUSION
Suburban life's like an automobile wreck, You'd hit the brakes but you're already in it – SUBURBAN WRECK
Takes a long life to get your soul right, takes all you got and then some – SOUL RIGHT
Ya we'll burn one up and fall right in, Cause the sun is warm and so's your skin – SKIN
Everyone is Molly's friend, They'll love Molly to the end, If only Molly could see, No one thinks she's worth the novelty – GOOD MORNING MOLLY
Take control, Count it down, Ya they bounced off the moon and made some squishy sound – BREATH
Oh my eyes they burn from the smoke you blew in the them, Makes me blind to the lives that we designed – SELDOM
Someone call out the dogs, Someone call out their names, Someone call out whoever here's to blame – 500 POUNDS
I believe it's true that I can see in you, All these changes in me comin' round – AFTERTASTE