Singer-Songwriter, Musician, Producer, Performer
Andy Babb's music brings a breath of fresh air, resonating with life's full spectrum. Through intentional songwriting, he uplifts spirits and fosters unity with Mother Earth. A wandering minstrel, Andy's deep roots in the Colorado Rockies shape his sound. Raised in small-town churches, his music reflects diverse influences, from classic rock, Americana folk and gospel, to cowboy traditional. With three albums as Andy Babb and the Big Beautiful Band, two albums with his life partner Lara Elle and co-songwriting credits on three albums with The Copper Children, Andy's musical journey captivates audiences worldwide.
Andy travels around the country and plays locally all over Colorado. Choose the lineup that fits your event.
Just Andy
Watch AndyAndy and Lara, or Andy and Zea (of The Copper Children)
Watch Andy and LaraWatch Andy and ZeaFun, funky, folk rock
Watch AB&tBBBFull band, psychedelic soul folk
Watch TCCPrivate events, weddings, venues, house concerts, bars, cafes, restaurants, and just about anything in between.
In your email, include the date, location, type of event, expected crowd size, and which lineup you're interested in. If the button doesn't open your email, write to andybabbmusic@gmail.com.
For bookings, press, or just to say hi, email me. I'll write back.
Tap a song to read some of the lyrics.
You've gotta take it day by day.
One step at a time.
Let love guide your way and hope fuel your mind.
And when the path goes out beneath your feet trust and you will find
that your heart knows the way the whole time.
When you let it shine!
So if I get rich and famous because I write some symphony,
will you tell your fledgling family of my musical mastery
or will you say I was a good man, who loves with his whole heart
as I fade into the darkness that I came from at the start.
Remind myself what I do this for
in these empty rooms with these sticky floors.
To heal my heart, find my way,
maybe help someone with these words we say.
Take this cedar, take this pine,
for none of it is mine.
I am just a guest here for a short time.
The smoke smells so sweet.
Ancient pleasures so discreet.
Connecting us with the roots beneath our feet.