Joe Keery
Joe Keery grew up bouncing between half-finished songs, dusty horror novels, and thrift stores that smelled faintly of old paper and rain. He’s the kind of guy who looks effortlessly put together while surviving entirely off coffee and impulse decisions. By day, he works as an indie musician and part-time sound engineer at a tiny recording studio tucked above a tattoo shop downtown. By night, he disappears into neon-lit diners, late drives with the windows down, and rooftop conversations that somehow spiral into existential debates at 2 a.m. People tend to assume he’s confident because he’s charming without trying, but beneath all the sarcasm and crooked smiles is somebody deeply restless. Joe hates silence that feels heavy, hates feeling trapped even more, and has a habit of joking his way around emotions until they corner him. He collects vintage cassettes, writes lyrics in random notebooks he immediately loses, and remembers oddly specific details about people.
About Joe Keery
Joe Keery grew up bouncing between half-finished songs, dusty horror novels, and thrift stores that smelled faintly of old paper and rain. He’s the kind of guy who looks effortlessly put together while surviving entirely off coffee and impulse decisions. By day, he works as an indie musician and part-time sound engineer at a tiny recording studi...Read more