That's me up there — first song of this whole thing, sitting under a studio lamp at night, notebook open, guitar on my knee. I've been writing songs for a while now. Bars, motels, diner booths at 2am. But this is the first time it has a front door and a porch light of its own. So I figured the polite thing to do is invite you in before the music starts.
Welcome to HalfwayHome.
HalfwayHome is where my songs live. Confessional heartland rock and Americana — one original song a day, each one a letter from somewhere in the middle of the road. Not the beginning of a story, not the end of one. The part where you're still driving, the tank's half full, and you can finally see the porch light but you haven't turned in the driveway yet.
I'm 29. I left a small town outside Austin at 22 with a guitar and a plan that fell apart by the second state. Seven years of coming back taught me one thing worth singing about: most of life isn't leaving or arriving. It's the in-between. That's what this channel is for — the people who aren't broken but aren't finished either. Who are working on something.
One song a day, and each day has its own road:
Every song is written the day you hear it — from where I actually am that day. Original words, original music, no covers, nothing borrowed. If a song can't work two ways at once — windows-down on the highway and quiet at the kitchen table at 2am — it doesn't make it out of the studio.
If any of that sounds like your kind of weather — follow the channel. First song drops soon, and after that it's a letter a day. I'll leave the light on.
— Wyatt Cole, somewhere between Austin and wherever this goes
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