21/08/2025
Last night, beneath trees that felt almost painted into the sky, we gathered for a performance that will linger with me for a long time. Gable Pooley has a way of leaning into the hard edges of life instead of softening them, and that’s a rare gift. At just 16, he’s already weaving songs that wrestle with grief’s sharper angles while tenderly holding on to the fragile beauty of memory. There’s a timelessness in the way he tells these stories—like he’s lived a dozen lives already. I’m grateful I get to witness this one.