Noah Sugarman hails from the great state of Kentucky where he studied jazz and classical guitar, as well as bluegrass, which is instilled in musicians from that region at a very young age. After 13 years of writing and performing 25 year old Noah Sugarman has created a genre trancending style all to it's own. With melody heavy lyrics from a big rythm and blues voice touching on deep subject matter, rythmic finger picking and beats that keep you guessing. Noah Sugarman's recordings and live shows are truly a sight to hear and see.
I hope you like the snow...I have a feeling if I get to shoot some photos of you anytime soon it will be in the snow sir...That makes me HAPPY but I don't know how you would feel about it
I had to let you know that phylicia couldn't stop telling me how HOT all of you guys are. I was cracking up all Friday and Saturday b/c of it. You guys sounded great, talk to you soon
Hey stranger! I wish I could make it but it is my birthday weekend and I will be at Red River Gorge all weekend... If you are free tomorrow night you can come and camp out for a night! I will be out next wednesday to celebrate my birthday with people who can't make it this weekend if you are in town too. Hope everything is going good in your world
hey you can go to my pics under bands..and more bands...all the pics from the other night or there so you can grab them if you want man...thanks for hanging out with us once again
very very rough draft, seeing as i started writing when we hung up... what's your email address?
if you can’t speak it you can’t play it
so he has earned the right to drum ancient urges he says it’s his mating call: his tired feet wearing a path through his backyard playing a talking drum (naked) the girl next door used to listen to his band practice in his parent’s basement but now he is wooing her and phoning friends to forget the lifeline that drops anchor in his cereal bowl every morning
unspeakable dreams are nothing new although this time they are different conjured by a mind that tells kids not to do real drugs
this is kentucky y’all we develop habits before driver’s licenses spend adulthoods under the blanket of adolescence where jacks are wild and throats hold damp promises southern nostalgia settles like dust on possibilities hanging over small heads there is no future to breathe when high school is the only prison you’ll never set foot in and summer just means you can work longer hours without being called truant bluegrass leaks like whiskey out the pores of children
so sometimes instead of mating calls for next door neighbors we play talking drums for every kid who hears rhythm pounding the universe so hard the stars are dancing and maybe you can’t see them but they are two-stepping their way to heaven...
so i'm going to do some research into talking drums and bring it full circle to their history. thanks for such a fabulous idea, hope you weren't planning on writing about it.
wanted to reiterate how good it was to see you. and get a private concert. we've got to make that happen more often. i uploaded those new tracks, let me know what you think when you get a chance to listen... take care of yourself.
