Deborah Crooks



Thanks friends and great musicians...


Thanks friends and great musicians for helping me fledge my latest music on Saturday. So fun to play with a wonderful crew and send the new songs into the air - looking forward to more as the new record shapes up. Back to the studio soon to put the finishing touches on the tracks and begin mixing!


Last call for advance tickets to Saturday's show!


 March 23, Live in SF at The Lost Church

When you have the opportunity to do a show with the same great band you are recording new tunes with, you do it! Tomorrow, I’ll return to The Lost Church to play the songs from my in-progress record backed by a powerhouse group: Danny Allen, Mike Stevens and Kevin T White. Consider it a ‘record preview.’ Plus Danny will be playing a set of his own great material. Today is the last day to get advance tickets to the show for an easy $10 ($15 day of show online & at door)—
Real live music at one of SF’s coolest (& increasingly rare) listening venues. I'd love to see you there. TICKETS LINK HERE


KALX, Tiny Telephone and The Lost Church THIS Saturday!


Live on KALX 90.7FM
Gearing up our gig on Saturday at The Lost Church, I visited KALX along with co-bill Danny Allen as a guest of DJ Meaty Paws. We both chatted about our music, played a few of our tunes and gave away tickets to the show. Then we went back to Tiny Telephone to continue working on the new record.

 I'd love to share these new tunes with you! I'll be playing songs from the record I'm working on and Danny will play a set of his great tunes. I hope you'll pick up tickets in advance, grab a pal and help us make it a great night!
Saturday, March 23, 2019, Live at The Lost Church
Deborah Crooks & Danny Allen
The Lost Church
65 Capp St.
San Francisco, CA
$10 adv| $15 door  



New Video "Sleeping Hard Waking Slow"


The video for Bay Station's “Sleeping Hard Waking Slow” brings the tune full circle: We filmed it down the road from where we wrote and recorded the song during a rare desert snow. Enjoy!


Get yer tickets to the Lost Church


Danny is another one of those stealth musical badasses populating the Bay Area. I first saw him play a few years back on a bill with the excellent Joe Rut. Then the fabulous Val Esway brought him along to one of the Octopus songwriter nights I was hosting. Yet another fine troubadour pal Michael Shaffer then gave me a CD of his that Danny had produced. Hmmm. I liked what I was hearing. When I wanted to mix things up on my next recording project, I asked him if he wanted to help produce it. Midway through THAT project, I’m stoked to share a bill with him! Grab yer ticket in advance here for our show Saturday March 23, 2019!


New Video sneak peek


March Music News: Between the Raindrops


Last year, we were out on a walk near our house and one of our neighbors offered to give us a bunch of daffodil bulbs. Through some finagling on his part, he'd rescued more than a thousand bulbs from a civic landscape project and they were now piled in his yard. He was on a mission to plant  them in as many of the local street tree boxes as he could find. "Would we like some for your own?" he asked, and we were sent home with an armful of bulbs. I planted them in the box outside our doorstep... and forgot about them.
This past week, all those daffodils, including the several I planted, are blooming and blazing bright yellow, up and down the block, as if shaking their hands at the dark clouds.

It's certainly been a winter of navigating heavy rain and snow—my heart goes out to you if you're contending with flooding— and news. Making the best of it all, I spent a wonderful if cold week in Joshua Tree last month, which included a couple of fun performances, a lot of R&R, writing and stomping around in the town's first snow in a decade. While I appreciate what the winter has to offer, I was delighted to come home to see these blooming signs of spring. Thank you neighbor for your foresight!
I am doubly happy to report I've a fun gig just a couple days after the vernal equinox later this month.

I’m so looking forward to returning to The Lost Church in San Francisco for a show on Saturday, March 23. I'll be sharing the bill with Danny Allen, the cool cat songwriter and excellent guitarist who is co-producing my new record. I had such a great time in the studio earlier this year working on basics, I'm excited to play the tunes live with Danny and several of the other musicians on this in-progress collection. Consider it a special preview of what I'll be rolling out in the fall! New tunes, good vibes, a cool listening venue, please join us! Tell and/or bring a friend and help us make it a great night. You can pick up tickets today  $10 in adv. ($15 at the door.) Hope to see you there!
  xo Deborah


Saturday at the Fireside; Sunday at the Mudpuddle


A little hard to leave Joshua Tree today ... and I’m looking forward to getting back to the Bay Area for two shows. Saturday, I’m playing with Bay Station Band at The Fireside Lounge in Alameda, kicking off a night of Americana, country and rock music. We’re on at 9pm. Come on down!
Sunday, I return to the inimitable Mudpuddle Shop in Niles to help celebrate Michael McNevin’s birthday by circling up in song with an amazing crew including McNevin, Aireene Espiritu AND Nancy Cassidy. 5pm. There maybe cake (and some mayhem).




Nearly every one of the communities in which I participate has been rocked by a serious allegation of sexual abuse during the past couple years. For more than a year, I’ve been processing how the Ashtanga community has dealt with or gaslighted abuse victims and the implications of those actions and inactions for its practice culture. This week it’s the Americana music world with the NYT expose of Ryan Adams’ shitty behavior.
I was a fan for years until I got fed up with having tickets to shows that got cancelled because of his meltdowns or addiction problems, and began to surmise for myself that the fuel for his songs was unsavory. So it didn’t surprise me, this latest news. But I did get that sinking feeling, that sadness for we women, as the floodgates open anew for more stories of sexual harassment and casual misogyny in music and how those have played out on our lives and opportunities.
I came to music ‘late’, not anywhere near a dewy 19 or 20, and a lot of the isms I’ve felt as a woman have been about double standards around age. It was already “too late for me to ‘make it.” And without even getting into my personal life’s #metoo moments (which aren’t unrelated to me being late to the music party in the first place), I have my own stories, of multiple musicians who I thought played with me because they liked the music then quit when they realized I wasn’t going to sleep with them; of the poetry teacher who thought “my work was strong” then hit on me during our one-on-one; or the writing professor whose angry critique seemed triggered by my subject so that I never knew how the actual piece held up; or the esteemed songwriter who I was excited to share a show with then started texting me inappropriate questions....(a lot of this samsara is what led me to take so much refuge on a yoga mat over the years!). I know well why people, women, quit long before they’ve even really started. At the same time, as all these ugly stories are brought to the surface, I feel empowered, vindicated and hopeful for women’s voices in general. Finally, old paradigms are shifting, finally, we’re starting to be heard.


Heading down the road, being your own bird


Heading down the road today for some desert time/birthday r&r/gigs in and around Joshua Tree.
I released "Be Your Own Bird" to celebrate my birthday last year. Nearly a year later, I still stand by this sentiment! "Be Your Own Bird"
Song sparrow sings its own song
No other place it belongs
Like the towhee peeps in the leaves
In your own life you must believe
And be your own bird

Hummingbird nest in the tree
Spun thread, a tiny blue egg
Wings a blur in the air
We all have our own truth to declare
Be your own bird

Nature can beautiful nature can be cruel
Some days you win, some days you play the fool
Mockingbird attacking its own reflection

Across the meadow I see some geese
Dabbling in the green green grass
No one’s first and no one's last
Everyone has their own path
Be your own bird

Nature can beautiful nature can be cruel
Some days you lose some days you completely rule
Eagle perched atop the highest mountain

Be your own bird
Be your own bird
Be your own bird