"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men and women die like dogs. There is also a negative side."
---Hunter S. Thompson
I am Chris Butler. I have been playing bass and or guitar professionally for about 20 years. I attended Musician’s Institute in Los Angeles, CA right out of high school, and I’ve been working ever since. I’m just as comfortable in the recording studio as I am on stage. I am always looking for new projects and am eager to learn. The songs on this page are meant to showcase my abilities as a bassist, guitarist, writer and/or producer. I’ve included songs from various projects. I am currently living in the Atlanta, GA area.
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hey Chris! I saw your bulletin and came over to listen to your song. Just wanted to let you know I love it! I hope you get lots of positive feedback so we will get to hear more from you. :-)
Hey CB! Haven't seen any bulletins from you in ages...just wanted to ask if you guys will be coming back to Beckley any time soon!! Can't wait to see ya' again!
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice, An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice; An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they Are growin more beautiful day after day; Chattin' an' braggin' a bit with the men, Buildin' the old family circle again; Livin' the wholesome an' old-fashioned cheer, Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door And under the old roof we gather once more Just as we did when the youngsters were small; Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all. Father's a little bit older, but still Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will. Here we are back at the table again Tellin' our stories as women an men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer; Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there. Home from the east land an' home from the west, Home with the folks that are dearest an' best. Out of the sham of the cities afar We've come for a time to be just what we are. Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank, Forgettin' position an' station an' rank.
Give me the end of the year an' its fun When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done; Bring all the wanderers home to the nest, Let me sit down with the ones I love best, Hear the old voices still ringin' with song, See the old faces unblemished by wrong, See the old table with all of its chairs An I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.
