Timlightyear has been hiding in plain sight—a formidable, multi-hyphenate  touring musician, best-known locally as a stellar, songs-first producer.  That was our first sign.  The planets are aligning.  Behind the supporting act and the production savvy, Dallas was hiding a brooding balladeer, finally stepping into the spotlight, emerging from the Texas nebula as a fully-formed artist.

With his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, bathed in neon, one hand holding a well-worn guitar by the neck, Tim can be found on stage, in rapture, across the Southwest.  Playing the touring circuit with old friends in new roles as his backup band, he’s performing songs from his debut album, aptly titled Old Friends.

Oscillating between a clear, ringing tone and a soulful growl, his timeless brand of rusted, chain-link vignettes paints a picture of a bone-tired existence, and raises questions about self-sabotage and the merits of persistence in unrewarding systems.  For our sake, we’re just fortunate he’s shouldering the load and finally stepping out of the shadows.  Suffice to say, Texas has another shining star.