Truth is, most days you’ll find me being a dad to three boys (Silas 8, August 6, Lorentz 3, and Magnus 6 mos.) and a husband to an amazing, beautiful woman named Heidi. We live in a red brick house in Nashville, TN on the east side of the Cumberland River. In the summers we grow a huge garden. Every Friday we buy two 5-dollar Hot-N-Ready cheese pizzas from Little Caesar’s. I manage to overeat every single time.
I was an English Major in college, but I’m still two Spanish courses short of my degree. (Read that sentence again if you missed the irony the first time.) I dropped out to try and “make it” in music. Hard to believe now that was in 2004.
Along the way I gigged all over the world, playing wherever I could. At one point I learned to tune pianos to help supplement my income.
The midwesterner in me doesn’t love to admit this, but I’ve had a longstanding battle with severe anxiety and depression. I grew up thinking that you weren’t even suppose to believe in mental illness let alone get professional help for it. But in 2009 mine got really bad. I’ll forever be grateful to my first therapist and psychiatrist for breaking the mental illness myth I’d believed for so long. But I also realized I had to completely rethink my music career as a touring artist.
It wasn’t until Heidi and I moved to Nashville, Tennessee that I found my stride as singer-songwriter and producer, signing with a great publisher here in town. I also signed with a record label based out of Vancouver for my artist releases.
I started this blog to benefit you, the people who have helped me have a career. If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes three to raise an artist who stops hitting up his parents for money. My hope is that I can serve you in some way, whether that’s by creating new music, being a music industry resource, or simply bringing a little joy to your inbox every once in a while.
Hit me up for any reason here: firstname.lastname@example.org.