Out of the blackness, heavily tattooed arms ease into the light and begin to play. Nathan Lee leans into the microphone and bleeds for you. Chest carved open, heart laid bare. That’s the only way he knows how to do it.
His journey, through minefields and madness of the music industry, has taken him to the edge of the abyss. He’s danced along its edge and flirted with the shadows. In fact he’s wallowed in the bleak and black desperation of uncertainty – professionally, personally, spiritually. And though he may still occasionally walk the tightrope over that abyss, he’s found his way out of the darkness. It was music that led him back into the light. Just like it always has.
Born into music, his father ran a recording studio in New Jersey just outside New York City, Lee caught the performance bug at an early age. After honing his skills in the Northeast bar and club scene, he moved to Nashville in his early 20s. Once there he began writing with a friend who had a record deal. That led to a publishing deal for Lee with EMI. He learned to treat songwriting as a craft, but writing for other artists left him in search of his own distinct voice as a performer.
Learn more about Nathan’s music ministry at sendmusicianstoprison.com .