Jeremy Nunnelley
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Jeremy Nunnelley

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This inn is spectacular, and the events are romantic and wonderful. we stayed at the Beechwood Inn over New Years 2006 and had a marvelous time. Two days of great food and fine wines. A young man named Jeremy Nunnelley played the guitar and sang blues, jazz and bluegrass. He was an amazing entertainer and capped off a perfect weekend. The Inn has become quite famous for its food and wine events. The owners are personable and very informative, and make every guest feel like family. We will return to the Beechwood Inn again and again.

"Jeremy Nunnelley - Just the Same"

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Jeremy Nunnelly - Just The Same

A singer, armed with guitar, harmonica and singing about his own childhood. These are the ingredients that can be found on the debut-ep "Just The Same" from the South Carolina-derived Jeremy Nunnelly. He sings and plays in a fair and transparent manner effective songs in the folk and bluegrass tradition. The texts demonstrate simplicity and honesty. Jeremy brings six songs unadorned. Just enjoy singing and playing the motto.

With his warm voice and bright acoustic guitar Jeremy Nunnelley gives [the listener] in twenty minutes a glimpse into his own experience. Songs from beginning to end to grab your throat and not let go. Driven with passion, he sings about his time as a boy on the farm (Good Man Gone) or about his loving parents (Muscadines). “ "Just The Same" accommodates a set of acoustic songs from a fantastic singer and guitar player with great talent. This ep, which emanates from the fun, tastes like more. I hope that soon an entire album is released by Jeremy Nunnelly.

(Johan Schoenmakers)


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As a child, when I wasn’t wandering in the woods, I spent my days helping my grandfather, Daddy Pete, farm and going on shopping trips with my grandmother, Nana, to the declining downtown areas of small southern towns. On Sundays, I loved the sound of Nana and her sister, Aunt Evelyn, singing old-time gospel harmonies while my great uncles, J.C. and Phil, strummed and picked together.

There was culture and history in everything – in Daddy Pete’s dusty barn, in the woods, in Nana’s kitchen, in the bricks downtown, in the apple trees, in the church – and I was always holding it close and smiling at it.