January 21 street date. For more than 20 years, Brad Barr has been counting the number 216. It's a magical, mystical number that has appeared everywhere for him - from clocks and license plates to Ouija boards and receipts - and now it's also sewn the fabric of a new album, like the 216 stitches on an officially-certified Major League baseball. The front man for the Barr Brothers has set aside his band and his microphone and even his sheets of lyrics - picking up his instrument for a solo guitar album that ripples with immediacy, vulnerability, and the spell of six-cubed. The album had its origins in a commission, landing just before the arrival of the Pandemic: an invitation to compose for New York City's acclaimed off-Broadway All For One Theater. The theatre's founder, Michael Wolk, knew "The Fall Apartment" and sought a set of similar instrumental tracks for on- and off-stage use. "It felt like a gift," Barr recalls - as the world shut down and touring stopped, as Barr sought a sound he could explore all by himself, in this strange intermission.