Music threads through my days as a quiet ritual of expression. Some mornings it’s a gentle drift on an acoustic guitar; other days it’s the heartbeat of drums pulling something more primal to the surface. Evenings might find me rinsing my thoughts through piano keys, or tearing open the atmosphere with a guitar riff thick enough to cut through smoke, humidity, or the chatter in my own head.

It’s never been about performing for the many. Music has always been my most direct language— an unfiltered channel for whatever needs to move through. Growing up tuned in to 91.1 WFMU, the freeform station of the nation, I learned early that sound has no fixed boundary. If it’s honest, it counts.

In bands, I often fall naturally into the role of bassist. Maybe it’s the advantage of a 6'2" wingspan, or simply the instrument that found me first. Either way, holding down the low end has always felt like home.