There’s a saying—or at least there ought to be—that you’ve got to be enough of a cowboy to know that you’re not.
Klok—who once made saddles for a living—sits at the edge of country music, a friend to the form without a herd of his own. A songwriter and incorrigible schemer, Klok writes with both humour and gravity—favouring long glances over fast takes, and metaphors that wear out their boots on the way in.
Jared Klok grew up on the prairies of Southern Alberta, was salted a while on the East Coast, and has since fallen for the trappings of Dawson City, Yukon while splitting time back on the plains. He’s invested himself in various geographies, communities, and pursuits, all the while pocketing songs that aren’t in a rush but get somewhere just the same.
