Barb Barton plays guitar with fingers that first touched strings when Barton was five years old. Her lyrics found life in elementary school, written with a No. 2 pencil. Her music was born and raised in the woods and waters of the Great Midwest, accompanied by her father’s singing voice that reminded her of Vaughan Monroe.

She has followed the musical cues of the artists she listened to in her 20s. Buffy St. Marie, Dan Fogelberg, Heart, Roy Clark, Michael Hedges, Zeppelin.

In small or large venues, whether she’s brought one daddad-tabbed guitar, or four, her audiences love her. Those who don’t want to adopt Barb Barton, want to fix her up with their kids. You like Barton and her award-winning music because you chose her with all your senses. Like you chose your mechanic, your daycare provider, your partner. Her music is personal.

Today, as a musician, a woman and a biologist, Barb Barton hopes that “people can reconnect with themselves and the Great Mother Earth and all our relations,” and she finds renewable energy from other musicians, her audience and the planet.

If trees sang back-up, they’d be touring with Barb Barton.

Barton’s music comes from the nameless place that connects brain and heart. As a biologist, she might tell you the location does not exist. As a musician/songwriter, she knows right where it lives. And her music lands precisely on the X at the sweet spot.

Think ear reiki. Close your eyes, imagine a soul massage. Picture a Lake Superior mirage. Drench your brain. Music your heart.

Count your senses. You sure you only have five?

Now you’ve got Barton’s music. Book some. Now.

DISCOGRAPHY

No Shirt Required 1991 From the Eye of Hawk 1992 Live at the Ark 2000 The River 2007 Coming Home 2008 Turtle Dove

Guest artist on: Dreamcatchers Volumes 1-5 Follow Thru by Bobbi Carmitchell, Locust Lane Music Anishnaabe amaazodaa (Let’s Sing in Ojibwe) by Diiva miinwaa Davis, Sunshine Records