Tennessee based, Frets plays a mean guitar and connects like lightning with his audience. He has nimble fingers, and you can feel the steel strings under them.
He writes some of his own songs, including a delightful one dedicated to all the women out there like his wife who like to dig in the dirt. “She’s my lady in the garden. She smiles and steals my heart.” “Mine steals mine and she won’t give it back,” he chuckles at the song’s end.
Frets can move from bouncy rock to an almost mesmerizing and meditative strumming of classical flamenco, pure steely grace sliding into a jazzy riff to finish. Reminiscing about a trip to Ireland, he plays an Irish jig, his fingers so nimble and sure on the steel strings, he takes us to the Emerald Isle.
There’s a nice balance between vocal and pure instrumental, and the pure instrumental reveals a man in love with his guitar. He’s play's with it, milking every nuance from it, building to an insane place where the musician is cosmically connected, entranced by his own music, and so are we.
Be sure there is a Frets Nirvana gig in your future … for the pure musicianship of it, the unadulterated joy!
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