Brett Ratliff and Justin Adams met at the tail end of their undergraduate years, in a sleepy Appalachian foothills town. Around the many exceptional Doric columns and Grecian fountains of the former college, the duo began writing songs about life, love, lack of love, grass blooming sidewalks, 19th century schooners, European explorers, and inter-dimensional portals opening at English country dances.
Over the years, their collective went from two to three, back to two, back to three, onward to four, back to two, and is now holding steady at three. The current lineup features the addition of Justin’s wife, Misty, who brings to the table a tambourine, a melodica, a ukulele, and all things vocally harmonious.
Together, the trio now turn their pens, strings, and voices to the journal entries of first century fishermen, traveling doctors, and repentant Zealots, the annals of ancient Semitic nomads, the poetry of kings, seers, and backwoods prophets.
