Greg Freeman

Greg Freeman writes about biblical floods, end-of-the-world fever dreams, Florida scoundrels and the doldrums of the green mountains. Gregs' voice dominates his superb debut record, "I Looked Out," creaking, crooning and cutting through static-filled atmospheres. Whether it is the punch-in-the-face, careening drive of "Tower," the country-gazing guitar squall of "Souvenir Heart," or the sing-along conclusion of "Palms," the songs are connected by... read full bio