High Fiction

High Fiction isn’t a band. It’s more of an experience, a way of connecting with other humans through music and lyrics.

You may have seen their Tiny Desk video in front of the famous desk made out of books at BookBar or performing for a dance show or gospel choir.

Did they open for themselves as the alt-experimental-jazz-duo “We Are Wallace Shawn”? Unlikely.

Do you know them from their magical Variety Nights at an undisclosed speakeasy location in Arvada featuring Fictional Karaoke and the gorgeous Fictional Singers or at the legendary Hotel Cafe in Hollywood.

Certainly, absolutely you know of their work hosting the annual F*cking Fabulous Fiction Fest, co-produced by the inimitable Bookbar.

And you’ve heard their debut album “to whom: it may concern” featuring guests such as Ron Miles, Janet Feder, and Matt Berninger of the National.

But I’ll remind you that High Fiction is not a band. High Fiction is Amy Shelley, Gary Grundei, an ever-growing roster of talented guests and you.