Biography:
Matt Nathanson (born March 28, 1973 in Lexington, Massachusetts) is a singer-songwriter whose work is a blend of folk and rock music. In addition to singing, he plays acoustic and electric guitar (usually a twelve-string), and has played both solo and with a full band.
The Faster Songfacts says that his seventh studio album, Modern Love debuted on #17 on the Billboard 200 for the week of July 9, 2011, making it Nathanson's most successful album to date.
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Other songs:
- Angel
- Come On Get Higher
- Faster
- Kill The Lights
- Laid
- Little Victories
- Modern Love
- Still
- Weight Of It All
- Adrenaline
- All We Are
- Answering Machine
- Bare
- Bent
- Bill Murray
- Bottom Of The Sea
- Bullet Proof Weeks
- Car Crash
- Continue Dreaming
- Curve Of The Earth
- Disappear
- Fall To Pieces
- Falling Apart
- First Time
- Giants
- Gimme Your Love
- Headphones
- Heartbreak World
- I Hope That Something Better Comes Along
- I Saw
- Illusions
- Kept
- Kinks Shirt
- Kiss Quick
- Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco
- Let You Go
- Loud
- Love Comes Tumbling Down
- Mercy
- Mine
- Mission Bells
- Princess
- Romeo And Juliet
- Room The End Of The World
- Run
- Show Me Your Fangs
- Sing Me Sweet
- Sky High Honey
- Sooner Surrender
- Suspended
- Used To Be
- Watching You Watch Him
- Wedding Dress
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