On a long road trip with my son, we decided to listen to every artist on his iPod. No skipping. That Ipod had all the things I thought were essential listening for a young adult of a certain age, some…

Rarely have I experienced the mythical download of a song in under 3 minutes that walked through the door of a half remembered dream completely finished.

My process is far more fractured than that. I write while walking, sing melody…

I can still hear my mum using the phrase “steel hand in a velvet glove.”

I always took if to mean resolve delivered with compassion.

The opposite of the tough/ marshmallow.

Internal steel is not brittle or cold or unforgiving…

Right now, things feel like emotional archeology. And that emotional archeology feels like noise, and not beautiful noise.

Like a strident undercurrent.

It’s feeling hard to make sense of the world.

As an artist, self doubt seems to come with…

The return

I’m back in the studio recording songs I’ve been writing and co-writing for what seems like a millennia.

We had every intention of being here sooner.

The stars weren’t in alignment, for a while there, it felt like…

My music career is a creative outlet, a labour of love, a way of putting my life in order, a requirement as important as breathing.

It’s also a job creator.

Every time I send an e-transfer to a studio, a…

Ever feel that?

The dark.

Like you don't have the heart you normally have.

The compassion.

The loving kindness.

The patience.

The forgiveness.

The whatever it takes to be a better human.

That the dark is calling your name.

That…

Easy to feel unsteady these days.

Or untethered.

For reasons beyond our control.

I wrote a song years ago for my mum primarily. 

" I often wondered what you waited for.

Forgiveness or a chance to find release

A thousand…

It takes something to create.

To create enough space that something flies, flows or slithers in.

At times, dragged in.

Find the right or mostly right.

Convince yourself to put it out in the world.

Be heard or not.

Be…

I was going through some old promo, articles, show posters.

In the days when I was singing jazz. I am hoping my enthusiasm made up for a lot.

It's not what I do anymore, although it still…