I was sitting in my usual post-dinner spot on the couch last night, my belly more full than it needed to be (not complaining for having a delicious meal, but for my weakness of appetite  control). With nothing particularly exciting…

It was sometime later on Friday evening when I saw the shocking news; Chadwick Boseman, dead at age 43, after a four year long battle with colon cancer. At first I couldn’t believe it, and quickly began checking other sources…

Mid morning Sunday. I’ve started my second cup of Earl Grey (steeped for precisely 3 minutes, with 3 teaspoons of sugar). The house is still quiet save the low rumble of the AC, and the not so low rumblings from…

I am a musician; specifically a guitarist/bassist. 

Yes, I’m both. Just because you play guitar doesn’t automatically make you a bass player. Sorry...that could be another post altogether. 

I started learning to play guitar at age 13. It was a…

I try to stay current with popular culture (film/tv, music, books, etc), but invariably I miss some great works.  

If you haven’t watched “BlackkKlansman” a 2018 Spike Lee “joint” (based on the true story of a Black undercover officer who…

"Vox Humana"

• “Vox Humana” is Latin for “human voice” 
• Also a reed stop on a pipe organ, designed to emulate a human voice. The vowel sound most used is an open “O” 
• The universal blood type is commonly agreed to…

We had just finished our morning concert at a Catholic school in Belfast, Northern Ireland.

Our hour-long presentation was a powerful combination of music paired with video imagery that told the story of division and reunion, and redemption after the…

This song is not a battle cry. It’s not a call for a return to greatness. 

It’s a confession and a promise. A declaration of faith and a whisper against the dark, the kind you repeat to yourself in the…

I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now. I’ve actually started writing it more than a few times, but nothing feels right. Maybe i just need to lean into the uncertainty and let the words flow.  

A year…

It was a season of compromise; of conforming to group-think as way of acceptance. 

In those days of travel and survival, you took what opportunities that presented, and without thinking. The needs of the many (my family) outweighed the need…