When I was little, I noticed that my mother had bought guitars for both of my brothers. I saw how delighted she was with the fact that they were playing, and frankly I wanted her to be delighted with me, too. The instrument absolutely captivated and mystified me, and does to this day. I cared very little who noticed. I don’t know why I stuck with it, I suppose that’s just what happens when you fall in love. Through years of failed friendships, romances and family turmoil, I came back time and time again to the world that the guitar had opened up for me. It was a haven, a safer place; one that I could build and rebuild however I liked. That’s a luxury I didn’t have in the material world. I came across guitar players like John Mayer and KT Tunstall... I fell in love with the way they could express themselves like that, and I endeavored to be able to do the same.

Somewhere along the way - maybe eleven or twelve - I fell in love with words. I had a poem published in a collection of works, and I never forgot the feeling of that book in my hands. I loved the places that words could take me to; places far away from what I was facing in ordinary life.

I suppose that when I realized I could combine the two, I became a songwriter by default. My father would sing to me in the car; wonderful folk songs written by the likes of Cat Stevens and Joni Mitchell. These songs were stories, lessons, friends; and they kept me company through the time that I spent in places I never belonged: like high school, and at home. I started to write songs as a means of comforting myself; I could listen back to something I wrote the last time I felt lost or alone, and remember how I got through it. Honestly, that’s still what I do to this day.

I never made the decision to be a professional musician. That was just something I realized I was doing. All of what I am, I am by default. My heart beats, my lungs breathe, and I write and sing songs. Thank you for taking an interest in my journey, and feel free to join me on it. :)