Max Subar

Picture, if you will, a house on the shore of a frozen lake. Icy waves lap the shoreline. Wind blows gently through chimes. Beneath sheets of snow and ice lies ground that is seemingly dormant but has the potential to bloom. Chicago singer-songwriter Max Subar laid down the bones of Anything Could Be, his July 17, 2026 debut full-length album, in a house like this, on a mobile recording rig in a room overlooking a lake in Wisconsin. What he emerged with after ten days of solitude was neither fallow nor verdant earth, but, staggeringly, a record that occupies the threshold between the two, a space that accommodates the potential for stagnation and growth: their hopes, their worries, the time it takes to arrive at an unknown destination, and the courage to accept what’s there, waiting to be realized.