Brian Priebe

I grew up in Stacy, MN.  A small, one horse town about 50 miles north of the twin cities.  My whole family loved music, so I was hitched up to the bandwagon at an early age. I would say my start into the real deal was playing saxophone in the high school band. Switching between the alto sax and baritone sax, as well as a few stints in the choir was where I learned about notes, musical scales, sharps and flats, and so on and so forth.

I wrote my first song while driving around the streets of LA in my old Chevy Nova. I must of been around 18 or 19 at the time. I had a guitar in my lap, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. I was on my way to California to be a rock star. Instead of rocking, I wound up in the movie business building props and sets. After a few years, I realized being a big star and life on the road just wasn't for me, and for many years my music ambitions died there as well.

I started songwriting again, while living in a small cabin in Alaska.  It was there on a cold, lonely winter day with no money to do anything else the songs started flowing.  Now I know where the poet Robert Frost got his inspiration.  I would love more then anything to move to Nashville, and be a full time songwriter while enjoying every inch of Music City. As for now, I'm still marching through the peaks and valleys of life's journey.  Thrust into making a living, I'll just keep plucking on my six string knowing I'll get there one day.