Alright, folks, I caved—because in LA, if you don’t post content, do you even exist? And doni care?
Anyway here’s a video of me on guitar, and yes, half of me thinks this is stupid. The other half is hoping for a Grammy 🤷🏻♂️
We’re all slowly starving by numbers.
Clicks. Views. Likes.
Measured, ranked, reduced.
Everyone wants to be a unicorn on social media!
Rare, untouchable, chosen.
But the chase is killing us quietly.
Kids growing up believing attention equals worth.
That if the numbers drop, they disappear.
This isn’t content.
It’s collapse.
#StarvingByNumbers
#NewMusic
#DarkMusic
#AltMusic
#MusicWithMessage
DigitalDecay
SocialMediaSickness
AlgorithmCulture
AttentionEconomy
ClickCulture
ViralAddiction
UnicornCulture
ModernMadness
NoFilter
TruthOverTrends
AntiAlgorithm
MentalHealthAwareness
BurnTheFeed
EndTheScroll
CultureCollapse
DigitalAddiction
MusicAsWarning
UndergroundMusic
IndependentArtist
ArtOverNumbers
FeedTheLie
KillTheFeed
RealityCheck
AwakeNotAsleep
Finally checked a wild one off my list today!
We visited the Spahn Ranch cave, the infamous backdrop of the Manson family’s portrait in 1969.
It’s a story that’s always intrigued me. As a bonus, Jamie got an unexpected history lesson... yes, probably not the usual stop to bring along a 9 year old but it was on the way home 🤷🏻♂️😎
#spahnranch
I’ve always had a hard time accepting change and letting go. I tend to hold on to things, people, and versions of myself that once felt safe.
But sometimes breaking down walls is the only way to feel again, to reconnect with who you really are underneath it all.
This song is about that moment.
Been buried in music lately. When I go quiet for too long, the ideas don’t fade! they stack up, waiting somewhere in my system.
The moment my mind feels Invulnerable again everything breaks loose at once. I’m starting to realize this isn’t new… it’s been this way my whole life.
Plastic Prestige - OUT NOW
Some people love to act like heroes when the spotlight’s on them…
They wear the title of “friend” like an accessory looks good on them, until it’s time to prove it.
But when things get real…
Cheap plastic under pressure.
This song is about those people, the ones who only show up when it’s convenient, who say all the right things with zero intention behind them. Empty thrills, velvet lies, polished chrome
Thank you to everyone who sticks around even when it’s messy! Especially here in LA the city of "angels"
You know who you are 🖤
9 Years
I wrote this song when my wife was pregnant with our son Jamie. A little lullaby that lived only in our home to help him fall asleep during those first few years of his life.
Somehow, life kept moving, and I never managed to record it… until now.
Nine years later.
This song has grown up with him and with me.
It’s a piece of our story, a memory that finally found its voice.
Some moments deserve more than a spot in my camera roll — they deserve to be remembered. So I leave them here, where I can come back and feel them again ❤️
I wrote STRIDE just a week ago, not thinking anyone would ever hear it.
It started as a message to my son — something I needed to say, but couldn’t quite put into words. Music helped me do that.
I recorded it myself, late at night, with no plan to release it. But when I listened back, it felt like more than a private moment. It felt like something that might mean something to others too.
So I decided to share it.
Not because it’s perfect but because it’s real
