Classical guitar and fragmented vocals create a confusing listen; walking between rhythm and resolution. Written by sweating out a pandemic fever, screaming into a void of traumatic society,
letting electricity whiz, and neck muscles tightening. Trying to escape and not get caught.


1- burning
2- swirl
3- velocity
4- slip n slide
5- white road
6- some times

third phase

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.

third phase

Phoenix Face