"One hundred years ago Fred Brauer would have jumped freight trains or stowed away on tramp steamers. He would have written novels like Jack London, painted portraits of exotic womanhood like Paul Gaugin and been a guide through steaming jungles from the furthest outposts of civilization.
In these days of the jet plane, Fred Brauer uses songs, his voice and a guitar to traverse a global road from Chiang Mai to Moscow, from Bali to Bora-Bora. Ok.. Ok.. maybe from Stowe to Winooski...But He's sung in Cicinatti, dreamed in Detroit and jammed with itinerant street musicians in Ireland.
Fred performs covers and writes simple songs about complex things: love, family, home, heaven. Phrases turn, emotions connect, melodies soar. You sing along even though you've never heard the tune before. Fred writes from a perspective of distances, of interludes between lovers and lives and the roads that lead from small towns to big cities."