Not every day feels inspired. Some days, the words don’t come, the melody sounds wrong, and the self-doubt is loud. But I’ve learned those are the days that matter most. Pushing through the quiet blocks and emotional weight forces me to be honest in ways I usually avoid. Sometimes, the most vulnerable songs come from those moments—raw, imperfect, and painfully real. They might not be pretty, but they’re true. And that’s where the magic lives.
People often ask where the songs come from. Truth is, I don’t always know. Sometimes it’s a phrase someone says at a coffee shop, a memory I thought I’d forgotten, or a feeling I can’t explain. But I keep writing because I have to—it’s how I process, how I make peace, how I connect. It’s…
Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start writing! I didn’t get here alone. From day one, I was surrounded by sounds—my parents’ old records, local musicians who let me sit in on rehearsals, mentors who never held back their honesty. I’ve had the unbelievable honor of working with…
There’s one song I wrote that sat unfinished for almost a year. Every time I touched it, I felt overwhelmed—it was too personal, too heavy, too close. But something kept pulling me back. I finally finished it one night around 2 a.m., crying quietly at my piano, unsure if I’d ever share it. When I…
A few months ago, I went to a small industry event—not expecting much, just hoping to hear good music and maybe connect with a few people. What I didn’t expect was to run into one of my biggest musical inspirations. Someone whose work shaped my sound long before I had the courage to call myself…