Barb Barton plays guitar with fingers that first touched strings when Barton was five years old. In small or large venues, whether she’s brought one DADDAD-tuned guitar, or four, her audiences love her. Those who don’t want to adopt Barb Barton, want to fix her up with their kids. You like Barton and her award-winning music because you chose her with all your senses. Like you chose your mechanic, your daycare provider, your partner. Her music is personal.

Barton’s music comes from the nameless place that connects brain and heart. As a biologist, she might tell you the location does not exist. As a musician/songwriter, she knows right where it lives. And her music lands precisely on the X at the sweet spot. Think ear reiki. Close your eyes, imagine a soul massage. Picture a Lake Superior mirage. Drench your brain. Music your heart. Count your senses. You sure you only have five?
 
Now you’ve got Barton’s music.