When we stop listening to our heart, its voice grows faint and drowned out with all the other noise of life.  Eventually, just before it dies, it will scream at us one final time.  At that point, we all have the choice to heed its call or let it die forever.  His heart was screaming and he couldn’t let it die.  He knew the cost would be momentous.  
 

Moose Wylson is an American singer/songwriter whose music evokes a yearning for something bigger, something more adventurous, and something worth fighting for.   His music is inspired by life on the road, chasing down the big dreams, and all of the costs and sacrifices that are required to live that sort of life.  It sounds a little cowboy, infused with a dash of consciousness, soaked with heart, and genuine to the core.

 

Outside of making music, Moose is a professional mountain guide and this work takes him to many of the world’s most iconic and beautiful mountain ranges.  Peaks such as the Grand Teton and Mt Rainier are his daily office.  Watching the sunrise from high above a valley below and sharing these sacred places with guests offsets the grueling long days and the 2:00 am wake ups.  This work is hard, hazardous, and stressful.  Yet, it fills and enriches his spirit.  

 

His music draws from a range of influences including country, folk, americana, pop, and rock.  Currently, Moose is working on material for his upcoming debut album.  Thematically, these songs examine the tail-spinning, post-divorce journey of reinvention and transformation.  The songs embrace the excitement of travel and new beginnings, the sadness of lost love and loneliness of life on the road, and the ever present yearning for love and connection.  His songs are at once hopelessly romantic, deeply introspective, and recklessly authentic.  

 

It hasn’t always been this way…

 

Following a divorce at age thirty, life was completely uprooted and thrown into the spin cycle.   Having just moved to Boulder, CO with his then wife, Moose moved out of their apartment and into his van.  He took his guitars, a few pieces of clothing, and all of the mountain gear he could fit.  After almost a decade of building a life and career, in a line of work that never seemed to satisfy his soul, he walked into the darkness with only a vague notion of where he might be headed.  The call of working in the mountains was his only siren.  He spent the next few years working tirelessly and training to become a professional mountain guide.  His guitar was always close by, but the last decade had produced only a handful of creative spells in which a few songs were written here and there, and rarely, if ever, played for anyone else.  Having achieved some momentum in his new career, something unlocked that had been dormant for so long.  Parked alongside a desert highway outside of Las Vegas, one morning the music started pouring out.  While maintaining a hectic travel and work schedule, Moose just kept writing.  The journey toward becoming a professional mountain guide taught him just how much hard work and dedication is required to achieve a vision, to reach a dream.  With this perspective Moose began looking at his music not just as a hobby, but as a craft to be refined again an again.  He started to take it seriously.  He began writing methodically, often pulling over on the side of the road during his many long drives, to write new material.  Then came the  countless late nights and early mornings reworking, rewording, restrumming these songs.  Eventually he found himself with a collection of music he was proud to share.

 

Growing up music was always his passion.  In high school, Moose sat in his room alone for hours and hours, almost every day, just strumming away on his guitar.  Putting words to the melodies.  Journals upon journals were filled.  It was his therapy.  It was his release.  It was his dream to one day make a living doing just this.  He just never knew how to do it.  And eventually, as it does to so many of us, life got in the way.  He found himself in a university, studying accounting.  Then he discovered rock climbing and the mountains took over as his main pursuit outside of school and work.  Eventually, he fell in love and got married.  Careers got more serious, he moved to Vermont and bought a house, raised a couple of dogs, and life was really damn good.  Except, the guitars just hung on the wall.  That life was shaped not by will and calling, but rather by the circumstances that he felt were out of his control.  The years were good, but deep down something was always nagging.  When we stop listening to our heart, its voice grows faint and drowned out with all the other noise of life.  Eventually, just before it dies, it will scream at us one final time.  At that point, we all have the choice to heed its call or let it die forever.  His heart was screaming and he couldn’t let it die.  He knew the cost would be momentous.  

 

Moose has now spent the last three years living out of his converted van, which serves as his mobile recording and writing studio.  He spends his time chasing work around the mountains of the American West, mainly the Tetons, Cascades, and Colorado's Front Range.   He is playing and booking gigs wherever he happens to be, and is always looking for local open mics to try out new material.

 

Onward bound.