You wouldn’t guess it—based on my lack of media presence or even my outward appearance—but I’ve been writing songs for almost 25 years. A few were played in bands over the years, and fewer still were recorded and shared with a handful of people. But most? They only ever lived in my head.Lately, I’ve been asking myself:
If this music, this work, mattered so much to me—where is it?I’ve recently reconnected with the part of me that writes. And again, I’m faced with the same question: Why did so little ever see the light of day? After all the effort, all the hours spent writing, practicing, performing—how can I just let it slip away?No. I’ve decided that something must be done.What started as a small collection of lyrics and half-finished demos has become something much bigger. I’m now in the process of cataloging, writing, recording, and producing every song I’ve ever held onto. It’s part archival, part creative liberation, part therapy.For too long, I’ve hidden this work—afraid it wasn’t good enough, or that it would be misunderstood, or stolen. But now I see it for what it is: a large, mostly-forgotten body of work that deserves care, attention, and a proper release.I’m working on that now. Updates will follow soon.Please stand by.