Marc Durandeau

Biography

During the 90s, I worked as a recording artist in Catalonia, collaborating with the record company PICAP to release two albums as a singer-songwriter.

Already in the 21st century and during my time in Miami and Los Angeles, I collaborated with Universal Music Publishing Group and Castillo Music, where I developed songs, wrote for international artists, and produced music for my own projects. Along the way, I've been fortunate to receive various music awards, including the BMI Latin Award, Composer of the Year Award by Telemundo, and the Catalan Exit Award.

Additionally, I earned a Special Mention for the soundtrack of the movie "La Noche que murió Elvis". One of my proudest achievements was reaching number one on the Billboard Hot Latin Tracks chart, and I also received a Grammy nomination for the song "Cuidarte el alma" sung by Chayanne.

Over the past 15 years, I've taught music, specializing in guitar, voice, and songwriting. I've worked at schools like Aula de Música d'Abrera (BCN), Set d'Acció (BCN), Cant Creatiu (BCN), Achords (Igualada), Music School Perpignan (France), and Miami School of The Arts & Music, Florida. My passion as teacher, is nurturing students' musical talents and fostering their creativity.

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Many may wonder why a Catalan singer-songwriter, who isn't American but resides in Florida, dedicates time and resources to producing and performing Americana music. The answer lies in my decade-long experience living in the United States.

Immersed in its language and captivated by its culture, I embarked on a journey to delve deeper into Americana music. Collaborating with esteemed American writers like David M. Murray and Kenneth Leroy, I found myself drawn to the rich tapestry of American folk, its unique sounds, instruments, and narratives.

As an artist, I've always been driven by a desire to understand and celebrate the cultures that surround me. Each time I find myself in a new country, I seek to connect with its essence through music, weaving songs that reflect the spirit and stories of its people.

Americana music, with its roots deeply embedded in the American experience, offers me a medium through which I can explore and honor the culture that has become an integral part of my life.

Family

It’s a long road to my Pa’s house

It’s a long, long road back home

It’s a long road filled with fear and doubts

And it’s been far too long to atone

As I make my way through his gate

All those years, they flash right by

I knock on the door and hope the wait

Won’t bring a short reply

It’s a long long road

Got longer through the years

It fueled my fear

and brought me to tears

But I’m headed home

To mend those sinful ways

And find some peaceful days

The door creaked open slowly

And there stood a bent and broken old man

“Hello Pa, don’t you know me?”

He said, “I did when we began”

I mustered a smile and extended my hand

He turned slowly and shuffled away

I didn’t understand, I didn’t have a plan

Should I leave or should I stay

It’s a long long road

Got longer through the years

It fueled my fear

and brought me to tears

But I’m headed home

To mend those sinful ways

And find some peaceful days

Might as well come in outta the rain

I swallowed real hard and said to him

Look here Pa, I got nothing left but pain

Had nothing before, I got nothing today

You sound like the prodigal son

Set another place for supper

And we’ll pick up where we begun

It’s a long long road

Got longer through the years

It fueled my fear

and brought me to tears

But I’m headed home

To mend those sinful ways

And find some peaceful days

Homesick

I can hear it slam, and slam again,

And a hundred times more each day

That old screen door on our farmhouse

On a sultry warm summer’s day

I can hear my mother calling out

“Don’t slam that door so hard!”

As we raced into the barnyard

But, oh the times that old door seen

Each slam-of-its-jamb, a new mystery

One way out, full of adventure

The other, to a family history

Half the paint had long disappeared

What was left, a faded green

Hinges were a wee bit worn

With a growing hole in the screen

Worn out latch, from front to back

The threshold had seen its day

T’was all but worn away

But, oh the times that old door seen

Each slam-of-its-jamb, a new mystery

One way out, full of adventure

The other, to a family history

And how I wish to be there now

Someday soon, we’ll all be together

Through that old screen door, somehow

But, oh the times that old door seen

Each slam-of-its-jamb, a new mystery

One way out, full of adventure

The other, to a family history

There’s no place like home

True Stories

He’s a four-flushin’ gambler

Headin’ for the Creole Queen

Fast on the draw

And everything in between

With a handlebar stash

And a Deadman’s hat

He’s a New Orleans nightmare

And he likes it like that

Cheaters cheat in sheep’s clothing

Actions speak louder than words

But no one knows your heart of hearts

And who it is you serve

He’s a bad wheelr-dealer

And the worst of his kind

Best sleight of hand

But he’ll pay you no mind

With a pearl handle derringer

And a black heart of stone

He’s a bottom dealer

Drenched in cheap cologne

Cheaters cheat in sheep’s clothing

Actions speak louder than words

Turnin’ inside out, Turnin’ inside out

often it is a curse

But when he died at eighty-two

With a full house hand

All paid respects to him

To witness firsthand

This four-flushin’ gambler

This bad wheeler-dealin’ man

Gave his winnin’s to charity

In his name, Reverend Dan

Cheaters cheat in sheep’s clothing

Actions speak louder than words

But no one knows your heart of hearts

And who it is you serve

Cheaters cheat in sheep’s clothing

Actions speak louder than words

Your epitaph isn’t written

Till you’ve ridden in a hearse

Storytelling

As I ride these ole’, worn back roads

I hear the stories once left untold

Of the women and men who built this land

Some with hearts, some bare hands

Some built families, farms, and friends

Some climbed mountains, it just depends

But the heart of these who’ve gone before

Enrich us to our freedom core

These ole’ back roads,

These freedom trails,

These avenues drenched in light.

These cart path lanes,

Across great plains,

These ole’ back roads,

Is where you roam

These freedom trails,

They’ll take you home

These cart path lanes,

Across great plains,

I’ll be with you tonight

I may be a stranger looking in

But I’ve heard these stories

Of the women and men

And I’ll share them with you

From these back roads

From the heart of America, I suppose

No statues in the park,

Where they left their mark

No words in the history books

No holidays along the ways

Just plain old blood and guts

These ole’ back roads,

These freedom trails,

These avenues drenched in light.

These cart path lanes,

Across great plains,

These ole’ back roads,

Is where you roam

These freedom trails,

They’ll take you home

These cart path lanes,

Across great plains,

I’ll be with you tonight

Cinematic Folk

Sample Box

Barcelona Cowboy

I love singing stories, and I’m searching for them, about the everyday life that often slips by unnoticed, known only to those closest to us. I search for genuine events that touch me deeply, which I then express through my music and voice. My aim is to bring this cinematic folk to life, both through recordings and live performances, to share these heartfelt tales with you in the best way possible.