I’ve been a farm boy, fired choir boy, best boy, and a cowboy. A mechanic, a drunken wreck, a trucker, and a nailer.
  • A baler, a swather, a mother, a father.
  • A Brethren, a preacher, a missionary, a teacher.
  • An Albertan, Victorian, New Yorker, valedictorian.
A hoser and a closer, a fisher and a fighter. A painter, a framer, a gamer, and brat tamer. A guru, a journalist, a heathen, a hedonist.
  • A photographer, biographer, a guard and a center.
  • A monogamist, polyamorist, enveloper and developer.
A hunter, biographer, racer, and writer. I’ve lost it all but kept the rest. And finally, I am—and will always be—Brick, and these are my songs. I hope you enjoy them. Thank you for your attention, because your attention is your time, and your time is all you really have.
Brick Blair - Your Device

Listen Now: Your Device from Brick Blair

An elegant & vulnerable exploration of how the things to which we pay attention make us. Would life as a creature with no concept of fun actually be easier? What if hate is not the worst thing that happens to us after heartbreak?

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Earnest and Authentic Artists are Marketed

What Are We Doing Here?

There is no conceit here: I want to spend as much time as I have walking around this planet making music. And I want people to hear it. This website and the content and communications around it are designed to further those goals.

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We Are Prisoners of Time

Time is presented as a fact; as the math by which we live, but time instead is the dark diamond serpent slowly coiling itself around a solitary tree in a story we know . . . we know . . . we know . . . but we’ve never been told. When does this story begin? When does this story end?

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