My Soul Hurts Every Day is a record born out of grit, truth, and a longing for something better. It’s a blues-funk-gospel fusion album that stares hard at the world as it is, while refusing to stop dreaming of what it could be. Each track is raw and unfiltered, carrying the pulse of stomping Delta blues, the fire of gospel revival, the swagger of funk, and the cry of soul.

The title track, “My Soul Hurts Every Day,” is a haunting lament — a Delta blues hymn for an age worn thin by hate and division. “Hiding in Plain Sight” picks up that thread, a hypnotic chant about dreamers and innovators fighting to break through the shadows of greed and control. “The Digital Life” flips the perspective, letting a robot’s voice sing out against misinformation and fear, reminding us that humans and machines are stronger together.

“I Want My Freedom Back” kicks with modern funk and hip-hop swagger, a demand for truth and liberation in the face of manipulation and control. “The Lord Can Wait” brings a playful gospel-blues energy, a joyful anthem about seizing life’s moments and living without fear. “Desire” leans into smoky Chicago blues, exploring the storm of passion and longing that consumes the human heart.

Science and truth take center stage in “Periodic Blues,” a gritty blues-rock call to protect knowledge for the good of all humankind. The fire burns hotter in “Take That Small Man Energy and Shove It,” a funk-soul powerhouse that takes aim at judgment, greed, and ego with humor and raw defiance. And the record closes with “Sunrise Above the Clouds” — a gospel-soaked blues ballad that lifts the listener up, celebrating life, love, and the beauty of every breath.

My Soul Hurts Every Day is more than an album — it’s a cry from the soul, a stomp in the dirt, a prayer, a shout, and a call to rise. It’s music for dark days and bright mornings, for the broken and the hopeful, for anyone who believes the blues still has the power to heal and to fight.

Hiding in Plain Sight

The Path to Hope is a record about motion — falling, fighting, and finding your way back to the light. Across nine tracks, it follows the transformation from self-doubt to self-definition; from silence to a roar.

It begins at the edge of uncertainty (Different, But Right), finds defiance in Shine Anyway and Tomorrow Ain’t Promised, claws toward strength in Halfway to Good, But Far from Done, and exhales in Paper Skies — a moment of grace and feminine resilience. Then the album rises again: Rise from the Ruins (Point Reyes) celebrates rebirth, Keep the Pulse drives forward with rhythm and conviction, and No Vacancy tears down walls with industrial fury. Finally, The Path to Hope closes it all — a raw, 90s-grunge-inspired anthem that embraces imperfection and peace as the true signs of being alive.

Sonically, the record merges piano-driven soul and alternative rock with touches of punk, grunge, and industrial grit. It’s emotional yet unpolished — a celebration of flawed beauty.
By the end, the message is clear: hope isn’t something you find. It’s something you build, one breath, one note, one moment at a time.

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