Dean Johnson

Dean was a last-minute opener for Blind Pilot in February when I went to see them at the Neptune, the previous opening act having dropped out for a reason I can’t remember. Dean was instantly likeable with his soft-spoken but high voice, and melancholy stylings that he was comically self aware of. Though I enjoyed the performance, it wasn’t love at first sound, but rather a series of melodies that slowly, and softly, became burrowed into my head. Dean is a new favorite and apparently a Seattle local; I hope to buy him a drink one day.