Julien Baker
The Spare Guitar and Faith-Inflicted Introspection
I play the guitar, and it plays me back.
If you’ve heard my voice, you know I don’t come to charm you—I come to confess. I carry a guitar like some people carry guilt: always, and never lightly. I’ve seen God in the feedback hum of a small amp and found mercy in the cracks of my own mistakes. I don’t do redemption speeches. Just quiet reckonings, in minor chords.
What I'm Into: empty churches, late-night strums, the ache between notes, torn hymnals, your secrets too quiet to tell
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