Raised on Connecticut Coffeehouses, fine-tuned in the Midwestern Cornfields. Troubadour with a memory like a steel trap. If Eric has not played your town before – it is only a matter of time…
“One last thing. Who is Eric Nassau? Is best friend you ain’t seen in a long time, is rock-salt and whiskey-dipped licorice. Is an Iowa radio tower 2:35 a.m. and buzzing honey goldenrod field high noon. Saw-toothed and wide-eyed. Voice, strings, words. You and me.”