Classical guitar, virtual synth studio, singing in a stairwell about the person that caught your eye but you couldn't ever see. This is essentially shadow work for any repressed males that lived in SLC during 2011-2019; be careful what you look for... the batteries are dying

1- glimpse
2- left your number
3- stare
4- weakness
5- reset
6- curation
7- need healing
8- last looks
9- grind
10- thirst trap

Spirtual Masturbation Sexual Exorcism

Torn from another time/space. Bound to melody; reflections of stars we’ll never see. Loosen up your past lives and tighten the snare trapping a lost future. Hear me slipping away with love’s last stand into starting over in hopes clinging this dimension. At crossroads, which life falls apart, no direction will be presented. Am I going for something needed or staying home surrounded by creature comforts? Was listening enough?

Experiencing a current Harlem Residency after waking up in BedStuy another layer of a dream faded. The boards were from Roxbury Boston MA, humboldt/howland represent; get that late night daddy, Cambridge touch. The tree is from a stony sunny morning in a West Jordan UT when chasing acoustic melodies hit differently.

Spirtual Masturbation Sexual Exorcism

Phoenix Face