This is sushi-grade songwriting from a lonesome journeyman musician. You usually have to fly to the other side of the world, climb a mountain, and find a cave to meet an individual such as Brad Swiniarski. His caterwauls don’t echo down through snowy canyons, though. He hides out in Columbus Ohio. Nustled in his headphones – lost in his fingerpicking. Tweaking EQs. Rolling out triplets, paradiddles. Making up songs.