Goldie Boone

Out now

NothingSavedforSunday by Goldie Boone

Ten new songs, out now

Her third record: raw acoustic country, the way she plays them on the porch.

Goldie Boone leaning against a weathered porch post at sunset in a blue and white floral sundress, her hair in a loose braid, a stack of blue and white china plates in her arms
Nothing Saved for Sunday album cover: Goldie Boone sitting on weathered porch steps in a cream floral dress and cowboy boots, a field behind her at sunset, the title in gold serif capitals above

Discography

The records, so far

Goldie Boone standing among the trees in a peach orchard
The sweetest things go soft the fastest
Peach Season

Around the record

Goldie Boone singing on an open-air pavilion stage in an embroidered denim dress and brown cowboy boots, string lights overhead and a fenced pasture stretching out behind her
Goldie Boone singing on a barn stage in a white eyelet dress with a braid over one shoulder, a burgundy velvet curtain and lit lanterns behind her
Goldie Boone singing on a timber barn stage in a teal fringed dress and white cowboy boots, spotlights above a black curtain and the crowd in the foreground
Goldie Boone at a desk in a wood-panelled home studio, headphones round her neck, a framed copy of the Nothing Saved for Sunday cover propped up behind her
Goldie Boone sitting cross-legged playing an acoustic guitar beside a lit lamp, a notebook open on the floor
Goldie Boone playing an acoustic guitar on a farmhouse porch, a wildflower field stretching out behind her at golden hour
Goldie Boone sitting outside a white clapboard chapel with an arched window, wildflowers around her, in an open denim jacket
Goldie Boone laughing in a farmhouse kitchen holding a stoneware mug, in a denim shirt
Goldie Boone walking through a meadow of wildflowers carrying an acoustic guitar by the neck
Goldie Boone singing into a microphone stand on a porch at sunset, wearing a long chambray skirt
Goldie Boone sitting on the tailgate of a pale blue pickup in a straw hat, wooden crates of peaches beside her
Goldie Boone leaning against a weathered timber fence in a wheat field at sunset, an acoustic guitar in her arms
Goldie Boone in a recording studio with headphones round her neck, a condenser microphone and guitars behind her
Goldie Boone standing in a meadow of dry grass and wildflowers, one hand shading her eyes
Goldie Boone sitting in a grass field with an acoustic guitar, low hills behind her
Goldie Boone singing on a stage in a black embroidered fringe dress and white cowboy boots, a lighting truss and a red curtain behind her
Goldie Boone walking away through a wheat field toward a weathered timber barn under an open sky
Goldie Boone at a county fair after dark, fairground lights blurred behind her
Goldie Boone leaning against a weathered grey clapboard wall in a white eyelet dress
Goldie Boone singing on a festival stage at dusk in a pale pink ruffled dress and cowboy boots, stage lights behind her and phones raised in the crowd
Goldie Boone sitting on farmhouse porch steps at sunset in a white eyelet dress, a blue and white china plate held in her arms
Goldie Boone singing on a night stage in a white lace dress and wide leather belt, her drummer lit behind her
Goldie Boone singing at a county fair stage at sunset, a ferris wheel and an acoustic guitar on a stand behind her
Goldie Boone on a theatre stage in a black satin dress and white cowboy boots, a red velvet curtain behind her
Goldie Boone standing in a farmhouse doorway in daylight, in a white eyelet sundress and a brown leather belt
Goldie Boone singing into a microphone stand in a blue floral dress on a low honky tonk stage, a guitarist behind her
Goldie Boone at a microphone stand in a roadhouse in an embroidered white shirt and jeans, a seated crowd in hats behind her
Goldie Boone singing on a lakeside deck at sunset in a cream lace dress, string lights overhead and the water behind her
Goldie Boone singing into a handheld microphone on an outdoor barn stage in a white tee and pale jeans, a guitarist behind her
Goldie Boone singing on an outdoor stage at blue hour in a pale blue eyelet dress, globe lights strung above the crowd
Goldie Boone sitting on a pale sofa in a farmhouse living room in a light blue wrap dress, wildflowers and bookshelves behind her
Goldie Boone singing into a microphone stand in a white lace top and a denim skirt, a painted Wildflower Breeze sign behind her
Goldie Boone standing close to the front row inside a barn, a microphone in her hand, in a white off-shoulder eyelet dress
Goldie Boone singing in a red dress on a timber stage under string lights, the crowd close in front of her
Goldie Boone holding a microphone at the front of an evening stage in a white eyelet dress, her band playing behind her
Goldie Boone singing under amber pendant lights in a cream lace dress, a deep blue curtain behind her
Goldie Boone leaning on a porch rail

About

The songs were the only place the truth could fit.

Goldie Boone grew up in a small Southern town where everybody already knew everything about everybody. She started writing because saying things out loud was harder than singing them.

The words arrive on whatever paper is nearest, a grocery receipt, a church bulletin, the back of a peach crate label, and they live in her guitar case until they turn into songs. Her rule is simple: every song has to hold at least one line that hurts.

Homegrown found its audience without a label, a radio push or a tour. Well Water followed, and Nothing Saved for Sunday came out on September 17.

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