ZAK TROJANO ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ August 2016


“Zak Trojano writes emotionally complex, classic feeling songs, and sings them like a man.” -Jeffrey Foucault

Zak Trojano is a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, a fingerstyle
guitar player, a fly-fisherman, and a beer drinker. He
watches more than he talks, the guy at the end of the bar nursing
a drink while the afternoon light angles in, letting the
conversation pile up around him like snowfall. He grew up in
New Hampshire, outside of town in a cabin built by his parents.
His father was a drummer who held down a regular country gig,
and nights after work he would loosen his tie and show his son
the finer points of Ginger Baker and Elvin Jones. In New
Hampshire they drove around in trucks, and Prine and Dylan
cassettes showed up in most of those trucks. Zak made Eagle
Scout, got his knots down. Then it was college and out,
wandering the country from the desert Southwest to Great Plains
until he ran out of money, washing windows to work up the bus
fare home. After a while it seemed like he ought to write some
songs, and he did: heavy songs with a light touch; an AM radio
throwback voice and an intricate finger-style technique framed
by a drummer’s rhythm and sharpened by years of immersion in
the work of players as various as John Fahey, Merle Travis, and
Chet Atkins. In over a decade writing, recording, and performing
music professionally – sharing studios and stages with his band
Rusty Belle, or supporting touring acts like Chris Smither, Kris
Delmhorst, Jeffrey Foucault, and Peter Mulvey – Zak Trojano
has evolved his own thing: a warm baritone paired with an old
Martin guitar, floating above spare lines of cello and lap steel,
horns and brushes, with a deceptively simple lyricism that on
repeated listening shows that the fellow at the end of the bar
doesn’t say much, but he’s worth hearing.