Randall Williams

It's Randall's voice you hear first.

Thoughtful words seeping through a mellow baritone allude to the years of arias and oratorios that it took to finally ditch the bowtie in deference to the six-string and a button-down shirt.

You'll hear his right hand pop and bass-funk-thunk its way through songs - songs that could have been sweet campfire tunes in a previous incarnation until they were thrown to the muse of rhythm. There's still plenty of room for smooth fingerpicking, but it has to get around the tuneful taste for groove and color.

Color like the rich chords of a dozen alternate guitar tunings makes sense, at least as much as three capos at a time. Six strings form a musical clothesline hanging songs from a life of travel.

"whereisrandall" is more than a website - it's an attitude of openness: the ability to be at home in a Bangkok slum or a Senegalese village, at the Kennedy Center or the Fine Arts Palace in Brussels sandwiched between a twitchy orchestra and a full house, or shoeless on the floor of your living room. Randall has sung in cafés, restaurants, churches, pubs, homes, and concert halls in more than 35 countries.

"It comes down to how we love - not where we draw the line." Randall writes from a life of living strong and loving true - all the faith one can muster, placing so much energy and time on the long shot, and then redefining and rebuilding anew, again.