Stephan Nance was born in Eugene, Oregon, but raised outside any municipality, in the unincorporated area of Santa Clara. Like his childhood home, Stephan’s songwriting resists annexation; he specializes in awkwardly charming vegan straight-edge queer alternative piano folk rock. His is not the voice of the majority, nor the voice of a generation... but it is a voice worth listening to. So shush. Stephan’s piano based style can be described as quirky yet dark. His music is compared to that of piano-based songwriters such as Regina Spektor, Ben Folds, and Fiona Apple, but is praised for achieving pure originality time and time again. Nance crafts his songs without the overproduced polish of a modern studio, opting for earthier sounds like piano, unaltered vocals, guitar, and cello. One reviewer suggests that Stephan's music contains "large amounts of genuine wonderings on top of layers of upbeat melancholy and optimism." Hit & Run lyrics: Too many times have I trembled with terror Entertaining the thought that I soon would be dead So many instances seeing a vision Of an SUV rolling right over my head It's not unusual nowadays It's not a strange situation to dread It seems inevitable that someday soon I'm gonna find myself smashed to the road just like a soggy slice of bread Even though I got the right-of-way Looks like you're just gonna keep right on coming anyway You're gonna run me over When I was younger, I was helplessly anxious About crossing the road sans a comforting hand Now I am older and I'm on medication But my life hasn't changed in the way that I'd planned Cause all the cars grew up with me Hummers and Range Rovers cover the land My future self in my head looks like a mushy pile of Pumpkin puree that's just waiting to be canned Even though you've seen me plain as day Looks like you're just gonna go on and kill me anyway (chorus) I see no surefire solution; No possibility catches my eye; People don't care about death or pollution When it's so much easier to never bother trying And to just ignore the butterflies frying on their grills. Maybe you'd tell me I'm melodramatic But I much prefer that to your lack of concern Maybe if you had a lifestyle less static And less high on the smell from the rubber you burn You could slow down for a second, Sample the simple sensation of being; Sweep out the shadows and soak up the sun, And you might find yourself seeing what has been there all along If your sights are still set on a thrill, How about a bike race down the city's steepest hill? (chorus) Not if I run you over first...