INDIE FOLK AND EXPERIMENTAL POP
Lena Maude is a solo performing artist who creates original songs that are vivid, unguarded, and alive. With intricate fingerstyle guitar, looping textures, and wide-ranging vocals that move from tender confession to expansive transcendence, she crafts music that shimmers between indie folk and ambient dream-pop.
Her songs explore nature, myth, mystery, and the tender condition of being alive with striking lyrical depth. On stage, Lena’s raw presence playfully invites audiences into a shared space that feels both grounded and otherworldly.
August 16 -- Tiki Bar at the Tiny Pine Bistro -- Carbondale, CO -- 6-8pm
September 25 -- Avague Gallery -- Lac La Belle, MI -- 7pm
September 27 -- with SWNDRV -- Orpheum Theater -- Hancock, MI-- 7pm doors -- $10 cover
hello@lenamaude.com
Near Halloween I drove home from high school in a green Pontiac Bonneville (my dad was a used car salesman) to find a guitar on my bed. We lived in a double wide on around 30 acres of farmland in Michigan. On this property there was a mature red oak I would climb into with a journal. In solitude, I wrote and wrote and wrote. When I saw that guitar a corner of my psyche went from dull and vacant to bright.
As the youngest of a talented musical family I was the half-assed player of bass for the Church's Praise Team and coronet my mom found at a yard sale. This guitar gift became a channel for all the writing, a tool for expression to begin to access who I was at the core. It's the very same guitar I gig with today.
A similar ah-ha moment occurred when my mother nonchalantly gifted me a jamman looping pedal as I headed out to finish my Math degree (I had dropped out for three years). My housemate had a ukulele. I built a bougarabou with a dear mentor friend. I was writing geometry proofs into the night and hanging around the university's audio production facilities. All the ingredients came together and the song 'Last Thing You'll Say' popped out of the ether of an untapped creative frequency. From this point in 2024, my songwriting expanded and I slowly faced the challenge of opening up and presenting it to others with gusto.
I was no longer a girl who happened to write songs with her guitar. It marked the beginning of becoming someone who brings songs. Music became a place where I could open my throat, where I could allow myself to cry, where laughter could become real. A place where everything makes sense in it's senselessness. A place where the soul awakens, releases happen, and emotions stir the energetic fabric.
Writing saved me. Many times. From all the various things that can ail one: loneliness, sadness, grief, the "why?!"s, depression, relationship struggles, life obstacles. Revealed to me the expanses of my own creative being and the routine of cyclic patterns. Writing has illuminated the beauties and will continue to do so. Helped me to step more into this life experience and be more human. My hope is that the music I share may do the same for others.
