It has taken me days to accept that my friend Brent is not here anymore and I still can’t really find words for what this sweet man has meant to me and my own recovery over the years.

Beyond holding space as one of the few people I know who look hot with or without a beard — which I will gladly admit was what I noticed about him first and is VERY RARE — this handsome guy made space for me in Oregon’s recovery community when no one else would. He saw value in my journey from there to here, and he made sure other people knew it. He showed me respect in rooms I had been disrespected in and fought for me, and others like me who had carved their own path to recovery, to have a space at the big table. And it worked. Read the rest of this entry »

Back in the studio working on some new things and have been revisiting all of my favorite old things while I write.

I never want modern sounds to influence me so I keep my ears dialed to this very specific time period, back when music was my only real connection to the outside world, and my only understanding of life and love came from songs.

My favorite creature in the whole world is having major surgery in a couple weeks and I know this is all part of life and love but can I just have Pretty Baby forever please? It is my only request.