Brooke Parrott

Brooke Parrott can’t remember a time when she didn’t write songs. As a four year old in the backseat of a car, she sang her first rhymes about the passing Oregon scenery into a Playskool recorder with matching microphone. Her love affair with the piano began at six, when her twin brother threw a tantrum after attending exactly one week of lessons. She was sent in his place, and from then on practiced with an alarming studiousness. Add in a stride and blues piano-playing father