• a ghost town, a ruin, a monument; hello.

    October 19, 2016 I remember who I was here, though if you had asked me at the time, there’s no chance I would have claimed to have a grasp on that. I still wrestle with who I’ve been since. I haven’t touched my guitar since last August. I took a job as a
  • A Year, Reviewed (The Macro)

    January 7, 2015 It would be a book, really. If I tried to write it all down, every meaningful, discouraging, and/or hilarious story. There have been years of my life that could be summed up in a chapter or paragraph (or, in the case of “9th grade sucked.”, a sentence) but this was not
  • A Year Unreviewed

    January 3, 2015 It’s December 21st. The shortest night of the year, as if this whole thing wasn’t going to be over soon enough. I’ve just finished playing the last show of this Life Dream / Year On Tour / Year In An RV With My Family, and I’m backstage, staring into a mirror
  • On Brokenness, Beauty, and Restoration.

    October 23, 2014 I got an e-mail on September 25th via the website from a [name redacted]. I’m terrible at e-mail while driving / playing shows, but I I finally got a chance to reply today. Unfortunately, Hotmail kept sending it back, saying that the e-mail address didn’t exist. The words meant a lot


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