David Ford, James Maddock, Scarlet Rivera, and Rob Stoner

We live in an antiseptic musical era, devoid of passion and soul. David Ford brings these indefinable qualities in abundance to every show he performs.

Sometimes gut-wrenching, often heart-stopping, occasionally provocative and regularly hauntingly beautiful, Ford’s performances and his songs connect with an audience like few artists active today.

Whether fronting a band or alchemizing a wall of sound using only a loop pedal and a bucketload of talent, David Ford can cast a spell on a roomful of strangers. Without resorting to tired rock cliché or schlocky sentimentality, Ford creates concert experiences that sear themselves into the memories of all present.

Having educated himself via legendary showmen such as Tom Waits and Bruce Springsteen, and possessing an ear for a tune that rivals Paul McCartney, Ford has carved out his own, idiosyncratic musical path and stuck to it tenaciously. He’s been rewarded by an ardent army of converts who return show after show, often enticing newcomers with the promise, “You’re not going to believe this...” From screaming down the house as regular showstopper State Of The Union reaches its crescendo to almost whispering lament of love and loss like I Don’t Care What You Call Me and The Way The Heart Breaks, Ford is a brave and audacious performer.

For anybody craving the exhilaration of witnessing an authentic entertainer pouring himself into finely-crafted songs of love, disgust and everything in between, an evening in the company of David Ford cannot fail to make the heart pump faster.

James, it was great to see you last night and, as usual, whenever I see you I think that the performance was the best one ever! You outdo yourself every time and I wish that I could see every one of your performances! After listening to the download of "the Green" (over and over again) it was also more enjoyable and exciting than you know to see you perform the songs in person. If I can afford it, I hope to see you before the Bergen/Rockland Festival. Love, Gail