The Story
One minute Derek is leaning on the bar, drinking a beer, and telling you stories from his youth of factory shifts and midnight dirt bike rides through empty quarries. The next minute he steps on stage, picks up a guitar, and begins to sing. With a thousand mile stare and a voice as gentle as it is fierce, Derek's music comes at you like a beautiful and sudden spring storm. After seeing him play, his songs, words, and layers of meaning continue to echo and churn like thunder in the distance.
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