Born somewhen between the mid 19th & late 20th century (exact date of birth… Read Full Bio ↴Born somewhen between the mid 19th & late 20th century (exact date of birth might forever remain a mystery since the according documents were destroyed in a disastrous fire), Mr Leaves was brought up with a sense of beauty & melancholy in a tiny sylvan village bordering the Swabian Alb. He is a 28-times removed descendant of Frederick Barbarossa with whom he not only shares the distinctive red beard but also a very strong charisma & undeviating ambition.

Soon after his birth, so chronicles state, he followed his fathers footsteps & joined the local digital brush and easel artists. On a golden day in September, not too long ago, however, he laid down his brush forever, set out on a journey to the moon to prove it's made of vanilla cream, and returned safely after a fortnight or two bringing with him a guitar and a heart full of stories.
Henceforth, he was known as September Leaves

Today, he roams all the many realms inhabited by musically receptive folks with his waistcoat and ancient silver pocket watch to sing about chocolate memories,
farewells, blessed & unfortunate moments. September Leaves is one to be a friend of. For real.

Lately, he was seen cutting colourful September leaves out of felt. These felt leaves shall function as an exclusive cover for his new Mini EP. So keep an eye out for super-soft & hand-crafted musical leaves... (But beware, they are said to be limited to 50 copies!)

OH,
and when September Leaves – the music remains …