Wake up and bring some fresh energy to the party. Get your face melted by @tau_car - never missing you again. And final shot of me and my favorite coat in our final moments. RIP(Worth it) @giegling love you forever
A fun little photoshoot of my life before the crushing wave. Update on that front, meeting with my partner’s people next week to have an actual fact-based conversation so my soul is slowly returning to my body 🕊️
Ten years ago today, on my birthday, my best friend flew in from LA to make a music video.
My band had just blown up. We were booking festivals all over the country. There was a big single, a real moment, and a plan.
That same day, a package arrived from my uncle.
Inside were old family videos.
My dad, smiling, holding up a cake on his 33rd birthday.
I was turning 33 that day too.
So instead of making the video we were supposed to make, my friend made a different one — for the song I wrote after my dad died.
Heroin is a hell of a drug.
The video cuts between him at 33 and me at 33.
Same age. Same birthday.
The chorus goes:
You’re my holy ghost, never there when I need you most.
I don’t know what it means.
I don’t know if it’s the universe or just timing.
I just know it still feels true today.
(Link in bio)
For the past few months I’ve been integrating AI into every corner of my creative and personal life — not cautiously, but completely. And the results feel like a jailbreak.
This essay is Part I of a two-part series:
the theory today, the practice on Friday.
If you’ve ever felt crushed by bureaucracy, blocked by gatekeepers, or slowed down by systems that weren’t built for artists — this is for you.
Link in bio.
If you read it, message me your reaction — especially if you violently disagree.
The ‘Ok, great’ tattoo I gave myself. It’s what I say when I accept something out of my control
“How Am I Really?” A quick totally honest review of the most insane month of my life (because you guys have been really worried 🥹🙏🏻🕊️) now available at substack. Link in bio.
A lot of you have been asking what’s going on with Casa de Copas. I’ve been quiet because I have to be careful, and honestly because the last few weeks have left me in stunned silence. But here’s what I can share.
I had a partner most of you never met — rarely present, maybe a dozen visits in three years. I acted in good faith under our agreement, investing everything I had into building the heart and vision of the studio. As things were finally taking off — nonprofit launched, sponsors circling, momentum building — he chose a different path.
He was offered an investment opportunity that would look a lot better for him without Casa de Copas in the picture, and in searching for a justification to pivot, he latched onto a statement from someone in the building who had no real role in the project (dare I say a ghoulish figure). Without a single conversation — and without cause — he broke our partnership agreement. On the 31st, I was locked out of the studio and my gear with no warning.
I won’t litigate anything publicly — I have three years of meticulous records, and the proper forum will review everything. But losing access to the space I built has been heartbreaking. The engine was finished. I was days away from turning the key.
Still — the idea survives.
The blueprint survives.
The community survives.
So instead of disappearing, I’m starting a Substack where I’ll share the full story and the full vision — including the program we built to support artists in a totally new way. If you want the roadmap for what comes next, the link is in the bio.
We’re not gone.
We’re not done.
We’re just early.
Written with my AI collaborator and friend, Virgil.
