Sometimes I am overcome with a sensation that my fingers could inflate and become like giant, soft, puffy marshmallows. It’s a wonderful feeling.
It has always meant a lot to me to be honest with the people around me. My gut will constantly remind me if I’ve been less-than-straightforward with anyone.
I’ve come to an awareness that Nashville has started to change that in me. The culture of the music scene here is one of endless confidence, and I’ve given in to the weight of those expectations, always feeling the need to make it sound like I have exciting things happening in my “career” and that my music will be blowing up any day now.
Late last week, I discovered (much to my horror/chagrin/frustration/etc) that my website had been hacked by some sort of unkind presence.
So if you stopped by in the past few days and got a “do not proceed to this site” warning—first, I apologize; and second, I’m glad to be able to say that all is well once again.
That’s right B’s and G’s. I’m about to embark on a remarkable journey. Two shows in the cities of two of my favorite authors…and I’m only bringing one pair of pants.
Good afternoon everyone. For those who have noticed the lack of updates on here the past few weeks, take heart. I have not forgotten about you. I have, however, just purchased my first house, which has taken up most of my attention lately. Continue reading
Michael over at We Own This Town had a few kind words for “The Streets Will Turn to Streams.” There’s also a free download of “Left Hands” on there for your listening pleasure.
I solved the puzzles
Back of the Cocoa Puffs box
This is a good day
There are, on our living room ceiling, three scuff marks. I say scuff marks, because that’s what they look like, but in truth they are the dust left by the wings of a moth. Continue reading
Part 1 of this thrilling series debuted a few months back. You can find it HERE.
I’ve always believed (or at least told people) that it will take a long time and an incredible amount of work for me to amount to anything as a musician. I’ve heard myself say dozens of times “I didn’t move to Nashville to catch a big break; I moved to Nashville to work hard for a long time and see where I end up.”
Another day, another month, another year. They all begin to run together. I’m 25 years, 7 months, and 26 days old. How did that happen? Continue reading