My grandma Nada was an artist. She saw the world through color and form. When I was little she would take me to her favorite Italian restaurant in Chicago. She’d tell me, “the food’s pretty good here but I come for the table cloths.” Each table was adorned with a big sheet of white butcher paper. In her purse she had an array of colored pencils and pens. She would whip them out as soon as we sat down and start to draw. First and foremost a doting grandma, she would teach

One time I performed at this sports bar in SW Portland. I was given half an hour and I played a group of songs that were fresh for me at the time. Every one of them was original and each one came with a story. I rallied a bunch of friends and family to come and we made an evening of it. When I was done, I felt like I had given some kind of sermon. It felt that way... Music feels that way to me. It's not me writing a song, it's something bigger than me writing a song thro

It's been a long time coming but here it is. My first ever web site and blog! Yes, I am crawling out of a cave and seeing light again. My face is smudged and dirty, my jeans are tattered and torn, my elbows and knees are scraped, but I made it! I made it to the bottom of my mountian. What? The bottom? Yes, the bottom... You see, this is the thing. My personality can sometimes be that akin to a black lab puppy. I love to please people. I love to make the people in my