Little did you know, but among you in the realm lives a monarch of diminutive proportions. She has traipsed yon and far, in the quest for her shine. Sparkling off in the misty distance long ago, she spotted a glittering word, KING! At once she declared it as hers! She adopted the moniker, and has carried it thusly ever since. 

You reap from this life what you sow. It’s easiest to give the most of yourself by following the heart, speaking the truth, and listening for the echo back. We can volley our energies into the ether together and in perpetuity. Thenceforth shall flow the voice of King Amy unto the realm.

We can also punk out. We all deserve our Mardi Gras, our Fasching, our forgivable flaw-time celebrations. Life has a smile even in the deepest caverns of muck. The King favors a funky beat. She straddles the intimate folky moments with longings for deeper funk. The King’s proclamations are fair and loving.  

King Amy wishes to uplift and pay homage to the musical prowess of the likes of Death Cab for Cutie, Concrete Blonde, Willy, Nina, Norah, Bowie, First Aid Kit, Love and Rockets, and many more. The King explores her favorite melodies in subtlety, reverence, and simplicity. 

King Amy’s debut was at the Vortex theater in Austin, TX in early 2014. Since that fateful time, a portal opened allowing the King to pursue all manner of creative endeavors, embarking upon journeys with realm musicians, bards, and artists. 

All hail she who is radiant with power, grace, and song. We are all king - find your king, and make it yourself, regardless of gender. 

I am King Amy. 

King Amy - she’s the shit,

King Amy’s gonna git down…. 

King Amy is the shit 

She gonna git Down...