ABOUT SHAUN PAUL GORDON Born during a forgotten blizzard in some Long Ago, Shaun Paul Gordon grew up on tall tales and popular music along a rural Indiana highway.  Enchanted by the smell of asphalt and the diesel fumes from passing trucks, he sallied forth to break hearts and promises on his way out West to some great tomorrow. Arriving in Los Angeles, SPG began crafting his own brand of all-natural, Grade-A, fat-free Acoustic Country Folk Rock.  Gently blended musical styling, combined with a generous portion of Hoosier-transplanted-L.A. living, has given his music the high-lonesome sound of an era deserted and the heartache of a life yet found. A mix, a master, and a replication later, SPG released his debut album, Grand Central Nowhere, in June of 2009. SPG is currently playing gigs around Hollywood, California for a few friends in bars full of empty or, occasionally, full of empty people.   ABOUT GRAND CENTRAL NOWHERE   In the bold tradition of the fearless and fool hearted pioneer, Shaun Paul Gordon settled on blazing his own path through the Great American West by independently producing and recording his debut album. After painstakingly crafting the finest melodies and harmonies in the bedroom of his L.A. apartment, SPG recruited Andrew Funke and Timothy Plunkett (of the Indianapolis based Rhinestones) to lay down carefully hand-carved rhythms in their basement studio.  For good measure blues harpist extraordinaire Tom Harold added his tender attentions. The result:  Grand Central Nowhere Grand Central Nowhere is the sound of empty parking lots, of abandoned highways on vacant nights, of lost gazes in small town cafes, of old receipts and dog eared photographs, of other people's miseries, of slight embarrassments and awkward moments, of the first girl who undressed for him, of the melancholy of 3 a.m. on a Sunday night, of the suspicion that everything dies, of a few timely letters from his father, of the hearts he has broken, of the syndicated 70s sitcom theme music he heard through the floor of his childhood bedroom, of hours left alone to his own devices, and of children laughing at other children.