I think I’ve reach the point in my music life when making music with others –as opposed to solo, lone-ranger style – is simply more… Read More »I guess I forgot how fun it was to jam with friends
Given a little bit of space and time, I’ve come to better understand the value of real and complete rest, and how some time away, with creative energies flicked off, allow for fresh perspective.
Thoughts on a drive out into the country, where the rebel flags fly.
If nothing else, Trump is the bigoted totem by which we measure our perceived growth as a nation.
In which I work out my own internal struggles – the oscillation between love and hate – with the field of journalism.
Punk bands aren’t supposed to age well. That’s why Strung Out’s latest release is so confounding.
The last two months appear like one, big amorphous blob of days. Thank god for pens.
A small compilation of photographed moments from a very good year.
One billion Sunday sermons and several hundred pages of scripture distilled into a single, foundational directive: Be good to each other.