From the first note he sings, George Shingleton doesn’t just ask for your attention, he commands it. You sit up and lean in. Then you’re blown away by his power.
His body is an amplifier ushering rich, stirring tones from deep within his soul sending them straight to yours.
Shingleton’s energy creates a capsule-like environment where he gets lost in the music and takes you with him. It’s the kind of experience musicians have tried to hotwire for centuries, the very secret of which Shingleton embodies - that it can’t actually be engineered, that it is the product of one’s own passion and destiny.
A son of rural West Virginia, Shingleton was raised on traditional gospel music in small country churches. Choir directors encouraged him from a young age to find his voice and let it fill the space between altars and spires, people and pews. That voice, it turns out, would also fill the hollers of the mountains. read more... shankhall.com