My name is Gabran Gray. 20 years ago my family, the smell of Tony’s pizza, and a Red Rider bb gun greeted me at a hospital in Sioux City, Iowa.
I’m now a writer and musician, working 300 miles away from my birthplace. In Iowa City, I attend the University of Iowa while negotiating a series of intricate sleeping schedules and social interactions whose cues I cannot understand.
Here you can find information about my past, present, and future projects in prose and sounds. You can also find my thoughts slopped across an ongoing series of blog posts. Some of them you will probably enjoy, some you probably won’t. I could apologize for both, but I won’t.