Most of the artists I have interviewed in my life claim some level of discomfort with self-promotion. The reason for this is obvious: Talking about yourself in most contexts is looked upon as generally obnoxious behavior. The self-obsessed dude who spends the night at the party gassing himself up will be mocked as a narcissist in the morning-after text thread. Nevertheless, I never completely believe artists when they express regret over marketing themselves. They are, after all, talking to me, a person in the media. It’s like complaining about the ozone layer to a car salesman.

But when Greg Freeman , a 27-year-old singer-songwriter from Vermont set to release his second album Burnover this week, frets about the downsides of publicity, I believe him.

“It feels like a privilege to ha

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