Letter #2

It is with great anticipation and relief that I can say the debut album Sunday has been released. I feel like I’ve been working on this record for years at this point, and in some ways that’s the truth. There are songs on here that I wrote when I was 19, I’m 25 now. Regardless of who you are a lot of life happens in those years.

Some of it was beautiful and some of it was very ugly. I can remember sitting on the couch in my apartment on Devoe Street without a care in the world. Just waiting for Max to get home so we could go to St. Dymphna’s, as I hurriedly scribbled out the lyrics to Shadow. I can also remember being at a loss for words when my sweet doggie Jessie James went to heaven so I wrote him a melody instead. Or being just plain bored in my first summer after college. Gone from the dorms, waiting on a new lease, killing time. (I am sorry but I had to).

Point being this record is a scrapbook of a life I lived, the last dying days of unencumbered youth without a real sense of how heavy everything could get. I can look back on it 2 years sober, graduated from school, working an honest construction job with my Dad, and still plugging away harder than ever trying to make the music dreams materialize. There is little if anything I would change and I can say with a straight face that I did my best, which is something to be proud of. I am thankful for the people I love and have loved, and I am glad I can preserve these moments in wax.

This also means we can get to recording some new material (which there is plenty of) and start this whole crazy process all over again. It is exactly as exciting as it is exhausting which is why I will always keep coming back for more.