Moomaw spent his youth as a barefoot child listening to his father play folk music in the assorted parks, barns and gazebos of Western Massachusetts. Growing up in the woods without neighbors and with two dogs as his best friends Moomaw shares with people and other artists in order to absorb even more of the art in everything. Whether it's the harmonies on an old piece of vinyl or the sun spilling through his small window, Moomaw tries to capture these moments of beauty and play them back.

This past year, Moomaw finished a project in which he wrote and recorded one song for every month he was twenty-six. Before the end of each month he published the song on his website along with an original piece of art and a journal entry of the lyrics. This album, entitled 26, is a document of this project.