When you're from the world, you absorb the values and gifts life gives you. And so, you give them back. The raw emotion. The questioning. The understanding. The bewilderment. The wonder. Life's rare. So is talent. Born in Thailand; raised in Buenos Aries, Argentina; Paris, France; Evansville, Indiana; Ottawa, Ontario; and just about every other place you can think of, Carly Thomas has the ability to capture, not what life feels like; what it is. It's poetry of the soul and though most of us don't connect with it any more, it's what really matters. Because it's in the feeling that makes us what we are. Logic knows it's emotion. And there's a paradox for you. Singer/songwriter Carly Thomas brings her insightful writing to song. Glimpses. Brief images. That feeling. A sideways glance. A rustle of something, anything. The sun breaking through at the end of a cloudy day and the moon taking it's place, in what seems like, a minute. And though it may seem the same, there's a special difference to every day. Even if you are just frying chicken, or worrying about the hopes and fears tomorrow might bring, in her music and lyrics, you feel alive. That difference. She captures images and locks them, securely, in your head. She writes from a place that all of us, vaguely, remember. She's there. Carly started in a garage and played bass and took classical guitar in Argentina and played high school gigs and clubs in Paris and wrote and played at the New School University in Manhattan and she just keeps on writing and playing and writing and playing and blah, blah, blah. But with a guitar around her neck, her words in her head, and an audience in front of her, she's alive. The audience is too. And it's not simply something she wants to do, it's something she has to do. She will do.