Connie Moreau – “That Wooden House”

Connie Moreau’s “That Wooden House” is the kind of song you don’t just hear, you feel creeping into your chest by the second verse. It starts quiet, almost hesitant, with guitar work that feels like memory, familiar, warm, a bit haunted. And then Connie’s voice comes in, and it’s clear this isn’t just some nostalgic tune. It’s personal. It’s bruised and reflective in a way that hits if you’ve ever gone back to a place you used to love and found it changed beyond recognition.

The lyrics are super rich, like she’s walking you through a diary full of smells and tiny details, pine trees, old floors, the kind of stuff you wouldn’t think matters until she makes you care. There’s a softness in her delivery, but she never sounds unsure. She knows what this song is saying, even when it’s about not knowing where home really is anymore. The whole thing feels handmade, like someone sat down and poured their whole story into three minutes.

If you haven’t heard Connie Moreau yet, now’s the time. “That Wooden House” is a great entry point. Go follow her on social media and keep an eye out for more releases later this year.