In a sea of singer/songwriters, Namoli Brennet stands out like an ostrich in a chicken yard. Not because of her stature (average height) or temperament (fairly gentle unless provoked) - certainly not because of her beady black eyes and propensity to run at speeds up to 50 mph (although she did do some sprinting in high school). Maybe it's time to drop the analogy, which is quickly becoming a bit of a stretch. What we're trying to say is, she's different. Commanding. Intriguing. Unique. As Obi-Wan Kenobi said after leaving a Namoli Brennet show, "I have FELT her presence."
Although based in Tucson, AZ, Brennet has honed her craft through hundreds of performances and thousands of miles on the road. This past year alone she's played in San Diego, LA, Phoenix, Seattle, Chicago, Kalamazoo, DC, NYC, Albany, Boston, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Philadelphia, and many other places in New England that end with the word "bury". While racking up thousands of frequent flyer miles, she's shared the stage with such greats as Melissa Ferrick, Jill Sobule and Michelle Shocked. In addition to performing at legendary venues like Club Passim in Cambridge, Brennet is a regular at East Coast Pride festivals, Including DC Pride, with an estimated attendance of 250,000.
All of this travelling has produced a seasoned performer who is both powerful and poignant; her impassioned performances, punctuated by her quirky humor and enthusiasm, have won over fans all over the country. When she's not busy touring, you can usually find Namoli writing, recording and producing her latest CD. In just under 3 years, she's independently released 4 albums and 2 EPs on her own label, Girl's Gotta Eat Records, as well as helping out other emerging artists like Tammy West.
She's a non-vegetarian who enjoys tofu dishes. In a pinch, she's been known to choose the stairs over the escalator. She reads Tom Robbins and Annie Proulx, but also enjoys internet horoscopes. She's nothing if not enigmatic and charming.("And talented", says Namoli's Mom.) Yeah, talented too. (Thanks, Mom). This girls gotta eat, and she's coming to your town. Now go feed the rock star.