The Band Days.

I spent the better part of my twenties in a band, recording music, and touring the U.S.

The Last Analogues.

We did it all before social media, before cell phones, and before mp3’s were a thing. It was one of the most rewarding times of my life. It was its own university education.

Dreams Don’t Just Happen.

Music was always something I wanted to do. I didn’t know how to do it as a “professional.” I just did it as an expression of who I was created to be and as an expression of friendship. I did it with my brother and my closest friends in the world. We practiced in our drummer’s family’s greenhouse trailer. It was “the band shack.” We’d practice for 12 hours a day on the weekends. We had a lot of bad ideas and a lot of good ones. It’s not about the quality of ideas. It’s about going after it. And never quitting.

Note the Analog Time Stamp.

Everything you do in life builds into who you are now. In this photo, you see me and Josh. Josh and I still text. We have lives beyond the dream. And yet, we will always have this time in our lives. The photo is old and nostalgic. But life experiences aren’t for nothing. They make you who you are and provide creative fodder for current projects. My buddy Marty calls it tapping into “the way back machine.”