No Matter What I Do, I'm Going

How Come Everything I Need Always Comes With Batteries?

Atlanta's My Musical Home. It Really Was The Place Where I Really Came Alive.

When You're Dreaming With A Broken Heart, The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part. You Roll Outta Bed And Down On Your Knees And For A Moment You Can Hardly Breathe.

In A Time When Everything Can Be Next Day And Ordered And Put On Credit And Paid For, Music To Me Is Promise, All Promise, Very Little Realization. It's The Promise Of Walking Into A Room With A Guitar And Not Being Sure You Will Leave With An Idea That Will Take, Not Being Sure It Won't Slip Away From You.

I'm Interested In Living More Of A Life That's Invisible To Everybody And More Vibrant To A Fewer People That Are In My Life.