I’m making my first solo album. It’s been bubbling under my skin for years. But I was in a band that used all my creative focus. We made albums together but they weren’t really mine. I thought I didn’t have the skill to arrange a full album of songs on my own. But opportunity can… Continue reading My First Solo Album
The apple orchard was smaller than I remembered. The grass was yellow. The branches were low. I saw your red sweater flash in the warm sun. Making my head spin. The memory was thick. And more beautiful than what was before me. I pushed away your smell, your beard, your smile. I don’t want to… Continue reading Apple Picking
Sleeping on rooftops, basements and too many apartments to count.
Playing music with a soul-mate.
Eating, sleeping, breathing music.
Now I find myself in my mother’s closet,
on the other side of the ocean,
with a broken heart.
Being healed by home.
I’m starting over.