Music
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There’s nothing like coming home from an epic weekend to a busted HVAC system. Luckily, it feels amazing outside. “Open windows” are a sign of “roughing it” in the city of Dallas. It’s like a tent, sort of. A tent with better bullet protection. Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon, my peeps. It was…
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I’ve been playing melancholy acoustic versions of this song like I owe someone an apology. Honestly, it’s about my paternal grandmother. Anyway, this was the first time I did it in a recording where I didn’t mess it up that bad. Now? Practice, practice, practice, and mess with equalization. Thanks for watching, regardless of what…
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Holy dammit, Batman. I started the morning off strumming around on the Hummingbird, then I decided to pick which of my newest original songs I’d work on next. The title track (if I ever decide to produce this album) “Citi-cide.” For a year, I’ve practiced and performed this song live as more of a melancholy…
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But I respect it enough not to go full-foot. That rug could get pulled out from under me at any second. Just push play… The neighborhood commuters have a love/hate relationship with our Halloween lawn art – yes, it’s art, bucko. The walkers love it, even though I don’t understand a word they’re saying. The…

















