I don't make country music.

At least, not any more. Although, having grown up working on the family farm, it sure seemed like a natural progression. Enough that I began writing country songs from the second I picked up a guitar. The next logical move as far as I could tell, was Nashville. 

So in the middle of the winter of 2015, I packed up all of my gear and moved to Nashville with a book full of songs and an undefined goal for stardom.

This proved to be naive thinking, and after a good run of open mics, road trips, dive bars, whiskey benders, late nights, dark mornings, and a fairly hefty amount of debt, I moved back to my hometown in Oregon. 

I wasn't worried - after all, in a post-internet world, my geographical location is considerably less crucial for getting my music out there.

So I went back to work on the family farm. During the following year, I took a small break from pursuing music. I never stopped playing, but the spark that fueled my dreams in Nashville was extinguished and I was now without a plan.

But then there was that trip...

I threw out most of my old songs and began writing the songs I wanted to hear. 

What I found was a renewed vigor for music. After all, why box myself in with a title or a genre? Maybe I'd write some country songs. Maybe a few slow tunes. Perhaps a couple classic torch songs. What I knew is I would infuse it with just what made my songs my songs.

What emerged isn't exactly country. It isn't exactly rock. It's bluesy. Folky. Psychedelic. And in the end, I’d like to think that the music itself doesn't need definition. Rather, the music is a genuine and deeply satisfying expression from one soul to any others willing to listen. Enjoy!