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YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

Just kidding. It's no big deal. Actually, you're pretty special to have found this page! Below is a small collection of music that I have created. Feel free to take it.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the constructs of society. This song in particular encompasses my frustration with negative human interaction and a lack of empathy. 

This song is 100% improved/created as it was recorded. You can hear me hesitating now and again which forced the time signature to change. Pretty sweet. 

thought it'd be hilarious if I covered a song about being black. Apparently Saul Wiliams liked it, too. He follows me on twitter now.

Bushwick is a neighborhood in Brooklyn. I lived there before it was gentrified by a plethora of hipsters. Then, it was depressing, dark, and disgusting. There's not a single living tree or organism besides rats and people that make you try to look tough. I improved this song on a dark and dreary day. 

Nothing sucks more than a job that steals your soul out from under your skin. Especially if that job is self loathing. The audio track is from the youtube video "Mundane Killer." Enjoyyyy. 

Walking to catch my next train, I met these strangers in the subway and asked for a pic. They kindly obliged and no one stole my phone. Word. 

Walking to catch my next train, I met these strangers in the subway and asked for a pic. They kindly obliged and no one stole my phone. Word. 

TRUE FACTS:

  1. used to be obese. I lost 95 lbs! Music was my main inspiration. Yoga made it happen.
  2. When I was three, I wrote my first song during a thunderstorm in nothing but my underpants. I had no idea how to play the piano, it's in my epigenome.
  3. I recorded my first EP three weeks after turning 17. I can't stand listening to it.
  4. still get wicked stage fright.
  5. I've been banned from a Brooklyn coffee shop for being literally "too friendly." Apparently eye contact & smiling creeped them out.
  6. Saul Williams follows me on Twitter. 
  7. The CEO of Guitar Center favors my music which has nothing to do with the fact that I used to work there. I only lasted a month. Worst. Job. Ever.