time and effort don’t equal results

sometimes to write means to let go.

letting go of concepts, ideas, visions, and perceptions.

letting the pen and the music take you. wherever that leads.

it’s like going to a new city. you can make plans and a list of things you want to see, or you can let life guide you.

you might not see everything, but you experience it.

as I get close to finishing my new album, I can honestly say:

I’ve never been more excited about something I created.

I worked harder than ever. wrote more songs and tossed more away. re-recorded things. tried and failed. tried again.

it wasn’t always easy. moments of frustration, self-doubt, and wondering if it was even worth it.

because time and effort don’t always mean better results.

but I had to do it. and I’m glad I did.

I lost some of the spark and curiosity around music in the past few years.

life got loud. paying the bills, trying to be a good dad, trying to make it in music while giving more than I take.

but through this work, the love came back. the joy. the wonder.

the love for songs. for sound. for words.

the love for the work.

I know you don’t have to spend this much time on an album these days.

it’s a world of singles, reels, and short-form everything.

but I followed my gut. fully. no compromise.

I quit my job as a bike messenger and dedicated myself to this. again.

music has always been a huge part of my life.

it’s brought highs and lows, worry and doubt. but also incredible memories, beautiful friendships, and so much love.

and maybe this album will open hearts. maybe it’ll open doors.

maybe it’ll mean I don’t have to keep crashing on couches or eating one-dollar meals every day.

maybe I can pay my bills on time.

maybe I won’t have to walk an hour home because I couldn’t pay the bus driver.

maybe it won’t.

I don’t know.

and strangely, that doesn’t matter.

but I gave it my all.

and I love it.

and I’m proud of it.

and that’s enough.