Greg Connors has awakened audiences for the likes of John Mayer, Joseph Arthur, Cat Power, Smoke, Songs; Ohia, PalaceBrothers, and Vic Chesnutt.
“Greg Connors’ trademark simple guitar licks and detached alienated, lonely voice are coupled with a scary command of the English language. He is the Howard Finster of music, painting vivid abstract images with his words and guitar.”
Performer Magazine
Photo Credit – Gretchen Pellaton
When you cue up a song titled “Highway 1”, you probably anticipate a great driving song. Greg Connors delivers with his new single, which if you let it, will take you on a journey to both your own bitter end and recreation.
“Highway 1” manages to relentlessly unbalance and rebalance its discord and flow. The lyrics have that signature Connors flair, the mercurial duplicity and winking turns of phrase.
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by Greg Connors & Catherine Swan
Photo by Gretchen Pellaton
“Greg Connors is back with the release of is his new EP Holographic Static Proportion; it’s rough around the edges, jarring at times, (occasionally even skull-rattling). This album has all the earmarks Connors has become known for, brutally capricious lyrics and a quick dark wit. As a writer, he continues to mine the rubble of human relationships for nuggets of understanding and tenderness amongst the fury and confusion. A versatile storyteller, Connors will draw you in, hit you hard where it hurts and probably give you a good laugh as well.
Where were you when that tree fell in the forest? Check out Holographic Static Proportion and see what you hear…”
-Catherine Swan
Photo By Gretchen Pellaton
Recently I had the opportunity to interview Greg Connors about his new single “Future Nostalgia.” As I was listening, I was so drawn into the track, which prompted further listening to Connors’ vast cannon of eclectic material. I found his songs speak to me in a familiar voice, both vulnerable and comfortable. His melodic, yet ‘cut the crap’, self-styled phrasing dances with a deliberately off-kilter, sweetly angular guitar motion.
by Gregc
This had to be done. I found myself following Halloween, sliding toward the trifecta of winter holidays; in the suburbs. I was alone, maudlin, grateful, full of ideas, beliefs and memories.