www.brookeparrott.com

brooke parrott can’t remember a time when she didn’t write songs. as a four year old in the backseat of a car, she sang her first rhymes about the passing oregon scenery into a playskool recorder with matching microphone. her love affair with the piano began at six, when her twin brother threw a tantrum after attending exactly one week of lessons. she was sent in his place, and from then on practiced with an alarming studiousness. add in a stride and blues piano-playing father, a jazz-theory education at berklee college of music, some time in nashville, and influences ranging from bright eyes to paul simon, and you have parrott’s understated and soulful americana. parrott’s music has pulled her through seattle, boston, and london, where she lived in a disused pub (an old haunt of both charles dickens and karl marx) and wrote songs on a disintegrating grand piano. this rootlessness has seeped into her music, fueling her songs with poignant storytelling and a disarming sense of lonelines