I am a singer.

I am a songwriter.

I am not an entertainer, although I can be entertaining.

Alcohol.

I never knew how much I truly loved music until I went on my first tour.

I write and record music because it is the evidence of life.

I have yet to wrap my head around the distinction between pretentious and earnest.

I’m either hopelessly misunderstood or an idiot.

I am a Monday morning activist.

I drive an efficient vehicle, shop with cloth grocery

bags, buy mostly organic local foods but yet feel as though I’m living a cliché.

I know some real activists.

They humble me.

I feel as though I am a witness, and the armed robbery is

life, happening right before my very eyes.

I enjoy producing music. The stuff I’m most proud of you’ve probably never heard of.

I spent the last year making a solo record.

It was written, recorded and produced by me in my home studio mostly late at night.

I approached the music completely differently from anything I’ve done before.

Poems, beats then chord progressions.

In my studio sits a 2-foot high stack of books and

magazines Used sparingly throughout the recordings.

Emerson, Banksy, Ginsberg, Adbusters, The Fader, Buckminster Fuller, Nikki Giovanni.

See what I mean…that delicate balance between pretentious vs. earnest.

Theme of the record-

”the quest to be a decent human being”

The explanation-

Ultimately you must venture out on your own to determine the meaning of life

It should all be coming together now.

Spoken word is what gets me off these days.

Probably because it makes feel so damn insecure.

It’s much more relevant than anything else.

I’m not exactly sure where my record fits in this musical climate.

I take comfort in that.

For the first time in my musical journey I own the music

fully and completely.

This excites me