Another song, another story, another moody track is released today. I'm finally earning the imaginary record label name the streaming sites make me put on all of my releases: Rather Melancholy Records. But I don't mind that it's not a windows-down, shades-on anthem. Truth is, I cried…

It was the middle of the night. The pressure of busyness and the weight of importance were starting to get to me. I had a lot to get done, but did any of it matter? Was any of it what I wanted to do?

It was one day before we would be recording my first studio album at Echo Mountain Studios in Asheville, NC. I thought I had written all the songs for the album and was fully occupied trying to learn them all. Like all the…

There’s a feeling I’ve come to love and hate — nostalgia. Not the pining after toys and trinkets, or the warm glow of “back in my day” sentimentality; rather, the cadence of missed…

A first effort — the mountain to climb, just to see what’s on the other side. I was afraid to release music. The fear of rejection and failure sat on me like an elephant…