Tim Murphy

One might say that Timothy Murphy's radically prolific career began in a small room in Binghamton, New York--home of the foremost purveyor of Speedie chicken marinade. Far from the tang and sweetness that characterizes this world renowned sauce, Murphy's songs will wrench your heart into submission and, sometimes, lift you from the darkest depths of emotional disconnection to an aural haven of melodic wonderment.

He cares nothing of what you think. He makes music for himself, and himself only. If you care to listen, bask in it's beauty; however, never mistake that beauty as solely your own--it belongs to everyone who has found his words and music of love, disaster, existential profundity and raw emotional output.

This rawness is what makes Murphy's music so powerful. His complete lack of care for what anyone else thinks. You may feel uncomfortable at times; envious of his ability to give so much and expect so little in return. At times you will weep. Other times you will writhe with his pain, or rally his quest for some tangible love and contentment. Ultimately, you will Feel. And this is what matters most--Murphy forces you to feel.