Adam Christian Gregory is a nomad and a poet, and not one with out the other.
I have seen the wild sides of this country, and the tame corners of people that dwell along its coasts, and the avid readers, and the dumbstruck knee benders pounding fists to exasperated bass lines. One thing I know is true, no matter where I go in this world, my guitar comes along, and it treats me fair, it yearns for me and I for it.
I was born a peasant, to a minister father, whom with my childhood was spent; traveling the country, singing in Baptist quartets or choirs the true blue sediment of the belted south. I was raised a scholar but I shun academics for the love of the road and the strangers I encountered singing gypsy songs, and hearing what was real, or honest, or sometimes neither and nothing but still interesting.
It has brought me here, old in my skin, still writing songs I think will be true and bold, and pretty little darlings you can stash away for the winter, to love you right, or write, or maybe, just as they love me, honestly.