My Friend,

These songs grow from lived moments—quiet mornings, long roads, storms weathered, sunlight breaking through, grief and hope, and the small bravery it takes to keep moving forward. I’m not interested in fitting the music neatly into the boxes of classical or fiddle traditions. I want to bend the shape of sound until it feels true, until it becomes something like a river carving its own path, something alive.

I’m deeply grateful that you’ve chosen to listen.

Katie