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Evolution of an OCD Songwriter

Nat Brooke - Set lists

Nat Brooke - Music books

Nat Brooke - Crochet Blankets

Nat Brooke - Marble

All of my songs used to be written in notebooks and on hundreds of pieces of paper scattered around my floor. I had to walk over them in the middle of the night. That was the way I liked it. I literally slept on all those ideas. This is obviously an evolution into something like adulthood, still making set lists on the floor.. pretty little set lists.

*Photo: Songs on the floor, thrifting in the neighborhood, a little white marble table that I adore

Midwestern Chickadees

Nat Brooke - White Piano

Nat Brooke - Music Making

Nat Brooke - PJ

Nat Brooke - Midwestern

Nat Brooke - Boys

Nat Brooke - chicks and ducks

Spending lots of time this fall camped out at our friends Peter & Jessi’s midwestern compound. Making music and all day brunches. Following their chicks and ducks around their property. Nothing I love more than sipping on a big pot of earl gray tea full of Peter’s families organic honey while playing on their white piano. Heavenly. If you want a heads up where to find local Illinois raw, organic honey check out ysorganic.com. XO

NY//NY

Nat Brooke - Manhatten

Nat Brooke - Crepe Brunch

Nat Brooke - New York

Nat Brooke - Park

Nat Brooke - Bagels

Somehow I made it my entire life without ever visiting New York. How can that be? I got to spend an unforgettably warm weekend this September visiting some of my most favorite people. I could never say anything that hasn’t been said ten thousand times over. It’s expansive – and I loved it.

Southern

Tennessee

Nashville Food

Nashville Food

Growing

Atlanta

Music

Layla's Bluegrass

Kentucky Fence

We made our way through the south landing in Tennessee, Kentucky and Atlanta. Stopping to visit friends in Atlanta who welcomed us by introducing us to their favorite local territories. Generally eating our way through every state I have to say Atlanta had the best BBQ I’ve tried yet. We made our way through Atlanta’s gigantic international market where I bought loose teas to bring home with me and we spent the evenings enjoying the not yet hot weather. Took in views of Chattanooga, stopped in Kentucky and spent an unexpectedly divine time in Nashville on Easter Sunday. Slipping in and out of quarter full bars, sampling some really great southern music. I really couldn’t have had a better time.