To those who read on
I will never forget my day on the black sand beach in Santorini. I went backpacking through Europe for a month by myself and did not bring my iPod. First off all, what kind of a musician does that? Well, it was a blessing in disguise. I had traveled to the most beautiful coastal towns, ate out-of this-world gelato, partied like a rock star, and connected with certain kinds of people that I have yet to find again. However, I felt a small lacking throughout this whole thing. I did not have my companions, John Mayer, Joni Mitchell, AC/DC, the Gipsy Kings, Coldplay, The Beatles, Sara Bareilles, Alanis, DMB, and Clapton (the list goes on) there to serenade me through these experiences. For a month I did not have a soundtrack to my life and let me tell you… it was awfully quiet at times. I knew then that my purpose as a songwriter was bigger than I had ever imagined. Don’t get me wrong there was no lack of dedication in the years leading up to this moment. My palms start sweating when I picture my 16-year-old self, practicing Beethoven’s Sonata No. 8 or when I picture myself preparing to play a gig for a 100+ crowd of people. I took all the correct steps in appearing to be that dedicated performer. Behind closed doors I honestly did put true experiences, sweat and tears into my music. It wasn’t until that day in Greece, however, that I became the songwriter that I had needed to be for so long… one with purpose. One that writes about personal matters of the heart but does not forget that as soon as that song falls into the ears of the listener, it becomes theirs. These songs are for you, whoever you are. You may not know me and I may not know you but I hope that through my music, we will both be so many steps closer to understanding each other. It is so nice to meet you.