Felix Hatfield

https://www.felixhatfield.com/
Felix is a character, a vagabond, a poet, a roustabout and puppeteer who has trained his eye to find beauty in the world’s detritus, both human and otherwise, and turn that beauty into songs – songs of false gods, armless fiddlers, lost cats and unicorn women. He creates worlds, fairytales that seem to have always existed, then surprises you with a relatable tale about thrift-store shopping with a sexy friend. There’s a touch of the folksy past – that old, weird America – but none of the cliched nostalgia that weighs down some “Americana” music. Jack Johnson might show up, Buster Keaton or Ernest Shackleton, there may be hobos or moonshiners, but everything is seen through a fun-house mirror, both distorted and somehow clarified by Felix’s warm, compassionate perspective. His songs sound neither ancient nor modern, but timeless, like falling in love, or grieving, or noticing the sheen on a bluebird’s feathers in a moment of sudden clarity.