Press: Garett Brennan

"Storyteller, songteller, fictioneer, poet, troubadour, wandering balladeer, Garett carves his considerable and capacious skills here to make a sort of aural collection of short stories, and me personally myself I find that under the orthodox pleasures of the meticulous picking, gentle hooks, amiable amused humorous pointed singing, and tales told there are other things going on: clean crisp mountain winds, somehow the smell of aspen and juniper maybe?, and creaking wood, and somewhere the rumor of cougar, and laughter, and the honeyed golden light of the wood that guitars are made of, and sidelong glances that are whole languages among people who trust each other, and stuff like that that sounds nutty but trust me its in this record if you bring all nine of your ears into play. Also I think Garett made a record that is somehow gracefully and substantively in and of and about and a hymn to and a cry for the American West, which is still wonderfully a place crammed with the geography of hope, as my boy Wallace Stegner said, and also, seems to me sometimes, on one of them shocking clear brilliantly lit redolent with cedar and sage days, the most possible planet for human beans to finally rise to their best and most delicious selves. Or something like that. Questions and complaints? See Garett."

–Brian Doyle, Portland, OR