It’s a late hazy and faded pale morning. The air is perfumed with coffee and pipe tobacco as long-beamed sunlight through warped glass windows, hypnotizes you into daydreams. A sense of calm pours over you while the buzz of a thousand distant conversations hush. Just then, a needle drops on spinning dusty vinyl and comes a welcomed warm voice that reveals long-kept secrets. Memories like smiles from your childhood. You’ve become part of the ‘the Fleur-de-lis EP’.
Autodidact and inventor, Brad Peterson, exemplifies the ethos of the independent-intrepid musician. At age six, he was experimenting with recording his original songs -as soon as he figured out how to work a cassette recorder. Through the decades he evolved through a series of stylistic shifts with his powerful and emotive voice ever-present. As the songs became refined, he played in expanding spheres of influence. Stages and audiences grew and Peterson eventually rubbed elbows with some of the greats: Brian Wilson, Bono, Sufjan Stevens, Edie Brickell, David Lowery, Elton John, Jeff Buckley, and others.
Often, I imagine myself in Great Britain for the early days of of the war. Late summer 1940 was unseasonably warm and recent Luftwaffe raids made it not so “phoney” anymore. The island being terrorized […]
When my old friend Rich Klevgard called me up to collaborate on a song, I was enjoying a recent prolific streak of writing and recording. Shortly after, he sat down in my shed […]