Hillbilly, NOT redneck! If you can’t tell the distinction, I prefer moonshine and skinny dipping over Coors Light and Nascar. Banjo’s and fiddles over Kid Rock. Yard full of feral dogs over yard full of rusted motors.
Hailing from the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas, I’m traveling the world to lyrically dump out my purse in public. Sometimes on my lonesome, sometimes with the backing band of some friends who are far more talented than me.
Gravedancer is what the music is called, but ya’ll can call me Baker. The songs I write are generally sad in their nature, but don’t expect anything resembling a serious conversation out of me in person. C’est en sirop, couillon!