ERIC SCHROEDER
ABOUT
There is a voice you hear across the plains, with an accent that you can’t mistake… it seems every generation and a half delivers us a honey-tongued, six-foot Holy Boy troubadour, flaxen hair blown of its country dust by a dry desert westbound. That crisp tenor, on either side street-worn and dew-laden? Was it Gram Parsons’ in ‘72, Evan Dando’s in ‘95? If so, then it’s Eric Schroeder’s right now.