His mother and father have described his music as “good.” His brother has also bought one of his CDs. His grandmother enjoys his music, but occasionally has trouble understanding the lyrics. 

Who is this young troubadour, so moderately adored by his own family? It is none other than Zach Vinson. Hailing from the frigid tundra of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, Vinson sweetly sings his indie pop-rock melodies to thaw frozen bodies, both his and yours. "In an era of pretentious rock stars, Mr. Vinson is a true treat--a down-to-earth, humble individual who seems truly unaware of his own brilliance," writes Vinson in the third person.

Both his mother and grandmother make casseroles that he thoroughly enjoys, in particular the one with the noodles, corn, hamburger, and cream of mushroom soup. But while his family is cooking up the dinner, Vinson is keeping busy mixing together another one of his delectable musical treats, letting all the ingredients simmer together to his liking before tossing it all in the oven and turning up the heat. Try a taste—you may not know quite how to explain the sensation, but you will certainly be back for more.