Born and raised in Austin, Minnesota, Charlie Parr first grabbed a guitar at age eight. To date, he has never had a formal lesson but wows crowds with his incredible fingerpicking on his 12-string baritone resonator, guitar and banjo. All that locomotive melodic work is simply the scenery in the tales he’s spinning lyrically.
Throughout Charlie’s music, you can hear his sense of place. These are songs from iron country. They are tales from the paper mill. You can hear the fisheries and the Boundary Waters. They are songs by someone who prizes quiet reflection over the hustle and who shuns distraction for a long walk in the woods. “It’s one thing to be able to say that I’m not what I own or what I do,” says Parr, “but it still leaves behind the original question of what am I unanswered.”