A love letter about the last quarter century. -

I smile at the treasure chest of memories I have full of so many years and fun nights of music. The life of an independent musician. No guarantees.

Sacrifice.

Me, a guitar, a bag of clothes and a trunk full of merch loaded into my ‘99 Honda Civic. The “Early Days.” It was reckless and risky. It was the right thing to do.

Audacity.

I encountered levels of mind-breaking solitude that can only be found “out there.” And I’ve sang on the peaks of elation that exist beyond language. Every day the unknown was all there was. Being.

I communed with it. Left it out there. Foolish and in love. Blessed I experienced it change me.

Alchemy.

When I imagine snapshots of those past touring eras — they smile at me, knowing. Then when I listen close, a mysterious but familiar voice whispers, “I’m still here.”

It’s 2026 now and the journey continues. Re-birthed after silent years into a new familiar unknown.