CJ Stranger dwells in the mountains, pickn’ on the balcony, humming a tune, chasing a story. A strange purple frankenstein guitar assembled from bits and bobs, an old rusty resonator, a weird old vintage organ.
These elements create a landscape for thoughts: sometimes deep yearning, sometimes a stream-of-consciousness ramble. Some say they’ve seen him on the road lurking on stages in bands, others say nothing (what are they hiding?). Equal parts troubadour and guitar slinger CJ Stranger brings you ‘old soul’ indie-folk songs.