“Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.”
Elias Attea was born under New York New Moon on one of the coldest times of Buffalo’s history, or so the legend goes. While a yankee in heart, Attea crawled six-hundred miles as a baby to arrive and endure Tennessee’s hot, humid southern sunshine. While proud to be a Tennessee kid, Attea now resides in a quiet farm house in Western New York, shoveling snow, shit, and soil whist working on his practice as a spiritualist and writer (and paying the bills, somehow).