Music for people who have lived long enough to stop pretending.
- Therapeutic Amer-Kinda. Country, blues, soul and classic rock. If Shania, Bonnie Raitt and Miranda Lambert started a band in a garage and nobody told them to pick a lane.
- Recorded in Tennessee at Dark Horse Recording and The Couch Room with some ridiculously talented Nashville musicians. All in 432 Hz.
- All real. No AI, no autotune. Real players in a real room, and not a lick of tuning on the lead vocal. Human, not perfect. The band? Flawless. No cowbell. But somehow a theremin made it onto the record. Nobody asked for that.
- Check your playlists. If Shania Twain, Bonnie Raitt, Lainey Wilson, Brandi Carlile and Kacey Musgraves all live there, I think we'll get along just fine.
For the Black Sheep, Genre Mutts and Walking Contradictions
Hey friend,
I've spent over twenty years in music, but most of that time I was behind the scenes. Producing records, writing songs for other artists, and getting really good at making everybody else's vision come to life.
At some point, I walked away from my own music to help other people chase their dreams. I built a successful music education company and helped thousands of musicians make music of their own.
The business was a success. My nervous system had a slightly different opinion. 🫠
Burnout took me out for almost three years. And I don't mean I needed a vacation. I mean the lights went out. I couldn't create, couldn't think straight, and started wondering if the part of me that made music was ever coming back.
Not because the first thing failed. It actually worked. I just couldn't keep being the person I had to become to make it work.
So I sold the company.
And at 43, I found myself doing something I hadn't done in a very long time.
Making music just because I wanted to.
No briefs. No clients. No trying to figure out what people wanted to hear. I finally got the courage to tell my story.
Apparently, I had some things to get off my chest.
Twenty-six songs, to be exact.
I'm calling myself a beginner again, but not because I'm new to music. I'm new to putting myself in it. My own songs. My own voice. No tuning it into somebody else's idea of perfect. No sanding down the weird parts because they don't fit a genre.
I'm still ambitious. I still have big dreams. I just don't believe I need to set myself on fire to make them happen anymore.
And that's how Midnight Church Aftermath came to be.
Twenty-six songs. Two acts. Act One is all the trying to fix it. Act Two is finding my way home.
I built a little house for the whole thing, gave every song its own room, and I'm opening the doors one at a time.
Make yourself at home. 🧡
Love, Kris