He’s an artist molded by red dirt, grunge, nostalgia, melody, and the raw spirit of vintage rock—with more beneath the surface.
Austin Meade doesn’t play dress-up. Grease-streaked work clothes come from real life, and his music is just as unfiltered—honest, confessional anthems about the chaos of it.
Raised in small-town Texas on AC/DC, Journey, and Judas Priest, he blends guitar-driven styles into something uniquely his—rock n’ roll urgency with a dive-bar poet edge and a family man’s heart.
After years grinding across the Southwest, albums like Black Sheep, Abstract Art of an Unstable Mind, and Pretty Little Waist led to ALMOST FAMOUS—his most personal release yet.
The title track, “ALMOST FAMOUS,” is loud, self-aware, and raw—skewering fame while revealing identity and anxiety underneath. Across the album, humor and honesty collide, tying together love, family, and growth.
No affectation. No costume. Just a hard-working songwriter with a sharp tongue and a big heart—almost famous, not for much longer.