I vividly remember sitting in my white Jeep Cherokee in my high school parking lot when I first heard Chris Carrabba belt out “please send me anything but signals that are mixed cuz I can’t read your rolling eyes.” I was immediately hooked upon Chris’s first breath and down stroke of “Again I Go Unnoticed.” It was short, simple and driving. It was raw. It … Continue reading Honest Songs
“What’s the numbers on your chest represent? A phone number? Social security number? A specific date?” “Actually, it’s the elevation of my favorite mountain.” I never expect anyone to understand. Sure, there’s a few that truly understand the feeling of having your soul and heart attached to a certain place, but for the most part, people just shrug and move on as they do with … Continue reading 6593
As most of you know, one of my BIGGEST passions in life is MUT running, but I tend to dabble in just about everything. I love to play/write/sing music solo and with my band, I had a halfway decent baseball career, I’m a sub par mountain biker and tend to just dive in to whatever seems interesting. Typically I can skate my way through anything … Continue reading Zach of All Trades, Master of… Education?
I don’t race that often. It’s not that I have anything against racing, it’s mostly that I’d rather be roaming the rugged and remote Appalachia under my on accord. And honestly, racing be aspensive yo! So I try and limit myself to 1 or 2 bigger races a year. Since Covid shut down the country and the race scene this year, my “A” race for … Continue reading I’ve Tasted Blood & It Is Sweet
The annoying sound of the digital alarm clock from across the room blared. With blurred vision, I could barely make out the bright red glow. 3:40am. For me, this ungodly Friday morning hour wasn’t an untypical time to see on the clock, however, it was usually on the opposite end of the spectrum. Instead of waking up at 3:40am, more times than not, I was … Continue reading Brick Roads
The desert’s cold tonight, the moon hangs high above me You grip my pillow tight and hum along while I sing You keep painting pictures, I keep writing songs About how I won’t miss her when I come back home They say the writings on the wall But you keep painting pictures, painting pictures All night long The City in the Pines, Hotel Monte Vista … Continue reading “Painting Pictures”