justintranter
After moving his band from Boston to New York, after playing every rock club in NYC, after winning an OutMusic Award, after hosting his own weekly music event, after getting encores demanded of him at CBGB, after throwing numerous sold out rock parties, after selling thousands of records he released on his own, after performing at the Virgin Megastore, after being on HBO’s Chat Zone as himself, after playing sold out shows in Chicago, Boston and LA, and after finally winning over the NYC press by being called “an event!”, “the DIY Drama Pop Prince”, and “NYC’s New Rock Darling”, we think the world may actually be ready to realize the iconic talent and personality of Justin Tranter.
You know, with all of that happening in the last year and a half, who cares that he grew up in Chicago attending the Midwest’s version of Fame, and that he has a college degree in songwriting. The next step in Justin’s so-called career is opening his own performance space/retail store/art gallery to provide New York with a venue that has all of the arts in one location. Kinda like a fucked up Wal-Mart.
" Next up was the blindingly, blisteringly fabulous Justin Tranter who apparently possesses more rock-and-roll drama and chutzpah in his young, lithe frame than an entire line-up of Monsters of Rock geezers all crammed on a tour bus. Tranter channels the flinty theatrics of David Bowie, the romance and pain of Rufus Wainwright, and a butt-slammingly gutsy gift for rock melodies and emotional sonic statements that we've not seen in some time .
