SIERRA FERRELL
As the wise men of Big & Rich once said, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” but Americana darling Sierra Ferrell tends to buck conventions like a wild bronco. If, like Ferrell, you cut your teeth by hopping trains and busking in cities along the railway, you’d probably be more likely to spange in front of an Erewhon than to write quirky and heartfelt tracks about love and loss.
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SIERRA FERRELL
THE CREEM DREEM
As the wise men of Big & Rich once said, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” but Americana darling Sierra Ferrell tends to buck conventions like a wild bronco. If, like Ferrell, you cut your teeth by hopping trains and busking in cities along the railway, you’d probably be more likely to spange in front of an Erewhon than to write quirky and heartfelt tracks about love and loss. That’s the great thing about Sierra—the depth of her songwriting and her powerful yet lilting, emotional, and pensive voice is an assurance of her hard times, but her future shines brighter than her gold tooth. Catch Ferrell at gigs booked all over these here parts and on collaborations with artists like Zach Bryan and the Black Keys. You might say she’s descended from either heaven or West Virginia. The answer is both.
