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. It was reckless and risky. It was the right thing to do.

Audacity.

I experienced depths of mind-breaking solitude and I sang on the peaks of spectacular elation that exist beyond description. Every day the unknown was all there was. Thrilling.

I communed with it. Left it out there. I let it change me.

Alchemy.

I imagine the snapshots of those past touring eras in my life and they’re smiling at me. And when I listen close, a mysterious but familiar voice whispers, “I’m still here.”

It’s 2026 now and the journey continues. Still thrilled to sing songs and embrace the familiar unknown.