Bio

A balancing act on the edge of despair. Between the blackest layers of night, and day’s blaring light… there comes a gray. Turn your cell-phone off… my mother’s calling. We met in a time of gray; finding our own reasons why seeing clearly in the dark is possible. And seeing darkly in the light… is necessary. Fine. So I wanted to throw him against a wall! We began pulling words from our tongues, and sounds from our fingers that moved across instruments we had held a million times before. Then someone slammed the door on our fingers. And while we were left to close the bruises, he made off with ideas of Country music and Johnny Cash. Then. There was an unsettling peace in finding no truth when all is light… and no truth when all is dark. I don’t think I could live without you. No one can isolate reality; it engulfs every shade of gray. Really? I didn’t think it was depressing…. We gave gray a sound. In tasting this new temperature of sound, our words were no longer lost, (but some had to be omitted). I tried to fall, but was trapped in the air. Rose-colored glasses that let you see all the shades of black and gray that can be found there. Damn it, stop reading this chaos. Just play the music already.