Review: Hayden Pedigo’s Sweet and Honest Open Letter, I'll Be Waving as You Drive Away

Hayden Pedigo is an artist worth appreciating, not just as a musician, but as a character. Besides being a Gucci model and once mockingly running for city council, he has a flair for the eccentric. One of his music videos parodies those awkward old DVD guitar tutorials. And when he’s not dressed like an exaggerated cartoon cowboy, he exudes a nerdy, clumsy charm, a kind of cowboy-ish Michael Cera.
The music video for his latest release, I'll Be Waving As You Drive Away, feels deeply intimate. The lighting, the camera angles, and even the sound suggest a homemade video, like those VHS records your dad took of you when quietly sharing a song in front of friends or family. Pedigo gives a silly but tender smile to the camera before playing; you can see his hands trembling slightly as he prepares. I found that detail especially touching, my own hands tremble just the same way before a guitar concert. But once he starts playing, the atmosphere shifts. He becomes serious but not severe, sweet but focused.
Maybe it’s the influence of the album’s title, but many tracks gave me the impression of driving through Arizona: vast mountain ranges, open plains, a sense of majesty unfolding gradually and naturally before your eyes. At least at first—because the further into the album you go, the heavier and more emotionally dramatic the music becomes.
For instance, the song Smoking reminded me strongly of Anthony Phillips’ solo work. Those grandiose choruses, melancholic arpeggios, and a sense of sweet despair. Like Phillips, Pedigo doesn't overwhelm with flashy guitar acrobatics or jazzy complexity. Instead, it’s a special kind of melancholy: an honest, unpretentious touch that gently dazzles. It’s like meeting someone in line at the grocery store who, through some strange alignment of sincerity, becomes your closest friend.
The track Hermes, with its vibraphone-like timbres and delicate guitar arpeggios, evokes the feeling of a non-orchestral 1970s film score. And throughout the album, little musical curiosities mark Pedigo’s unique voice. One pattern I noticed: after a flurry of activity—be it with violins, chorus, or other instrumentation—he often ends with a short, high-pitched two-note phrase, often played with harmonics and somehow distant from the material that came before. These moments add a faintly avant-garde flavor, reminiscent of modern piano music, but they never step into the jarring or inaccessible.
In short, Pedigo’s music is adventurous without being complex, plain without being simplistic. It feels like the result of exhaustive heuristic exploration; wandering with openness and sincerity. There’s a warmth to it, a kind of humility, as though each track is both a kiss to the heart and a mind quietly waiting to be read by anyone who cares to listen.
I’m not sure who exactly to recommend this to. But if you seek something genuine and warm, if you crave conversation through music rather than spectacle, then this is for you.
Tracklist:
Long Pond Lily 04:26
All the Way Across 04:26
Smoked 05:18
Houndstooth 03:52
Hermes 03:40
Small Torch 03:22
I'll Be Waving As You Drive Away 03:46
End Credits (Bonus Track) 01:46
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