I take
puddle-on-the-floor heartache
the tribulations of falling awake
a hunch about humankind in a smokescreen
yearnings for home without knowing where that means
Wisconsin’s whispering pine trees
the call for healing, connection, and dignity
and alchemize it into indie folk.
I also write things
and folkify songs of all genres.
Follow my most recent activity on Instagram.
For bookings, shoot me an email.
With love,
Brett.
