Singer-Songwriter

Jeremy Parsons’ Life arrives as a modest, deeply felt document of transition—one shaped by the suspended time of the pandemic and, now, reframed by a personal milestone: Parsons was married just last week. That detail matters, not as tabloid garnish, but as context. These five songs, written in a period of uncertainty and introspection, now resonate as prelude and passage—music that sits between who he was and who he’s becoming.

Gary Pratt’s “Buzzin’” lives in that familiar country music pocket where everyday detail becomes emotional shorthand. It’s a song built less on narrative arc than on accumulation — a series of snapshots that, taken together, sketch out a very particular kind of American evening. Neon lights flicker on. Honey bees fade into the background. Airplanes drift overhead. A scoreboard winds down to zero. It’s not a story so much as a setting, and Pratt leans into that atmosphere with