My Sunday Best
A weekly practice of noticing and telling about it.
The March Sun
Ahh the March sun, playfully darting in and out of the clouds, teasing me just enough to take off my jacket and then put it back on again. I guess it’s feeling a bit of spring fever too.
A Song For Nora
I recognized the look on her face. There was no mistaking it, she was feeling the music in the purest sense.
The Truth About Playing Bass
Behind every experience is a great truth.
My Best Work
I used to think that my art, my music, would evolve and get better and more perfect with each song. But today I was reminded that isn’t how it works.