Shenandoah Davis plays piano and sings.

Present and past collaborators include Danah Olivetree, Sam Miller, Alenni Davis, David Strackany, Taylor Ross, Ethan Demarest, Stelth Ulvang, and many others.

Shenandoah has shared stages with Laura Marling, Martha Wainwright, Zoe Keating, Angel Olsen, Mirah, Amanda Palmer, Perfume Genius, Andrea Gibson, and many more. 

Shenandoah is on Plume Records in the US and on Home Alone Records in New Zealand.

Other bands and musicians she really likes are:
Spirits of the Red City
Aldous Harding
Brenda Xu
Moon Palace
Jenny Invert

The way that Shenandoah Davis plays her piano is spectacular. It’s like a flock of peacocks are spreading their wings right out there in the middle of an Independence Day fireworks celebration’s grand finale. It’s like a month’s worth of sunsets are all setting simultaneously, or they’ve all been printed onto clear plastic animation cells and have been placed over-top one another - played out all at once. What she brings to those keys is something like a five-course meal. It’s the meat and the potatoes, the salad, the appetizer and the dessert, all heading straight to the same pinpointed place.

They are all the different colors and hues that are pressing out of her eyes, maybe leaving her through her teeth and tongue - on the fast-track from the recesses of where she keeps all of her dark concerns and the nostalgic, Polaroid memories. They are the tones as they rest within her - that memory of sleeping underneath her grandfather’s piano, an act that must have had a profound effect on her. Sure, the image could be completely fabricated for the benefit of the narrative, but I would be seriously doubtful. I believe that Davis sought out and chose to fall asleep at the feet of her grandparents, below that upright piano. She could have been tired from anything, but it was likely something like the ice cream covered in Planters dry-roasted peanuts that we only had when we visited grandma when she was older, though we were never exactly sure how damned much older she actually was. We only learned when she was gone.

Davis gives words to her inner thoughts and those are the lyrics that she provides - always of great depth and with a theatrical bent (those that are meant for places with balconies and a wine-only bar) - but there is twice as much to delve into if we listen to what’s in the nervous way that her hands move across her piano. She perpetuates feelings that are never going to be quelled. They are feelings that are set to rattle through her for as long as she’s still upright. They are scars that she’s been able to turn musical. They are the shakes and the jitters that she sleeps with. They are those sensations that she finds hard to make wane, but it’s all alright. She fits them in where she needs them. She gives them blankets, pillows and three squares a day, finding their company to be quite welcome when the nights get too long.
— Sean Moeller,
Shenandoah Davis’ voice tends to linger in the room long after her recordings have stopped. She’s bound to leave you longing for more of the drama she creates when her otherwise demure croon scales the cliff face of the higher registers, and then rappels back down with a stunning restraint. In fact, the Seattleite’s first full-length, We; Camera, is teeming with these dangerous-but-beautiful moments that suck the breath right out of you. Clearly a classically trained pianist, effortlessly blending ragtime and blues with the frantic trills of Chopin compositions, Davis could easily garner comparisons to Joanna Newsom and Regina Spektor, but that just seems outright lazy. Instead, we’ll say it’s best to go and see for yourself, for talent like hers is meant to be experienced head-on.
— Raquel Nasser, Portland Mercury
Her vocals are reminiscent of the quavering, fragile, about-to-break delivery of Joanna Newsom, and the compositions of her pieces are no less complex. This is orchestral pop at its finest. When Shenandoah allows her music to breathe a bit, when she’s not taking the direct path of pop and instead flirting with beautiful fills, arpeggiated piano and violin trills, she is perfect. “Sewn up Tight” is an absolute gem. If it sounds like I’m raving, it’s because I am. Her music is full of cheese-free longing and a precious sort of nostalgia, and these are the moments I am in awe of- her ability to inject these genuine floating/hanging moments often and without a tinge of artifice, demonstrates her deft skills.
— NYC Deli Magazine
Local woman Shenandoah Davis opened the evening.
— The Seattle Times