this one feels like a postcard from the middle of nowhere. faded edges, a stunning vocal, a horizon that never quite arrives.

from clearwater, florida, nate currin brings a dust-worn kind of magic to this stripped-back americana. pedal steel sighs. keys shimmer like heat haze. his vocal moves with a weary warmth that pulls you right in – equal parts hope and heartbreak.

musically, the highway is the best kind of country. a clear thought, with a a banger of a performance and incredibly tasteful production. really, it sits with you. open-hearted, unhurried, a little dusty around the edges. a long drive for something just out of reach.

thank u for making this nate currin 💜