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– My new piano album 🎹 “Generations” is available on iTunes, YouTube and Spotify.
– Get my book “The Devil’s Name” 😈 on Amazon!

Latest cd is in. I’m actually quite surprised ho

Latest cd is in. I’m actually quite surprised how many people still request the physical cd. I released this in May 2019 on iTunes, but I’ve gotten so many requests for the actual cd so I ordered a batch. If you’re one of those people who likes the cd version, dm me and I’ll send you one. Also, I’m doing a combo—all three of my piano CDs for $25. Enjoy:)

I had written this long thing about words and how

I had written this long thing about words and how social media irritates and annoys me more than ever, and how we’re all in each other’s heads live streaming our thoughts and feelings and pastries and suntan lines, preaching at one another with self-righteous megaphones, protecting our egos and fragile beliefs, moving further and further in and away from the lines we’ve all drawn between one another, no one being converted and won over by our religious hate speech (theology) or political ideals. I went to hit post and it deleted...
So this is the cliff notes—which is nothing like it. But it was basically saying that words are magic, and magic is known to either be black or white. We all have an innate power and influence and voice. I so much, and so often want to criticize more than I’m kind; to tear down instead of teach; to judge instead of join; to assert my opinion rather than understand.
We’ve all got that damn plank in our fucking eye. And for some reason the insanity of that parable hasn’t hit home after 2000 years, because all our news and arguments and debates and hostilities come from obsessing over the speck in the eye of the other.
I need to work better magic.
I’m going to try.
I tried in my recent book.
I try at home.
When I look out at the world, it’s hard to not want to join the fight. But I think we can all better ourselves by breathing deep and disengaging for a little while, and if we’re going to talk, why not encourage, be fair, be kind, be honest—yes—but still gentle or decent or understanding and compassionate.
If words are magic...maybe we can transform the world we live in into something better; something beautiful.

Tonight, at 1:12am, on January 2, 2020, I typed th

Tonight, at 1:12am, on January 2, 2020, I typed those two magic words onto the last page of my story—THE END

Crazy.
Awesome.
Insane.
This is a first.

For humans who like a good fantasy, spiritually toned story of magic and forgiveness and sex and pain and the search for meaning, a journey of self discovery, this story is for you.

Now it’s time to print it, get it off my mind for thirty days, then open it back up to edit and work on the second draft. I hate that part. I wish I could just print it now. But I’m taking @stephenking s advice. And he’s pretty damn good.

Alright. Happy New Year friends!

I have a Christmas present for you—
That’s wha

I have a Christmas present for you—
That’s what she said!
I’m so glad my kids share my humor 😂

123k words and just a couple chapters away from wr

123k words and just a couple chapters away from wrapping this journey up. I’m going to be a little sad when it’s over. I’ve been sitting with this story, discovering each chapter each time I sit down. It never leaves my mind: what will he/she do next? What will they learn? See? Discover? Some stories out outlined, this one started with a simple premise: a boy leaving home bc he wanted to look into a magical well to see the face of god, knowing those who do walk away happy or sad. What would he find?
Everything in between leaving home and finding this Well is this book. That is...if the Well even exists:)

I like this. Except that I think good art pulls yo

I like this. Except that I think good art pulls you deeper into reality. For me, reality is not something to escape or one day elevate from. It’s heavy and painful and twisted and crazy “born out of the ocean of chaos” as the Hebrews and Greeks and Chinese say in their stories. Chaos is the soil the flowers of our reality grow in—one day breaking through the surface with life and color. But the beauty comes, and only for a time: everything comes from, and everything returns to that chaos.
But who cares?
We’re all floating above chaos, trying to find as much good and meaning and grace as we can in our short time above that surface, trying to distract ourselves from that painful and scary reality, that chaos awaits us.
But this is where art and story and music and dance and poetry and life finds its juice—fighting, yearning for truth and love and meaning despite how meaningless it can all seem sometimes. To me, good art mixes and mashes all these elements and does it’s best to just tell the fucking truth; how hard it can all be, how tiring, how painful, how thankless, hopeless, and then tries to salt that soup with a little hope and love and life and beauty.
To me, good art has always made me feel more normal, more real, more human, more connected to the strings that vibrate, the ink on flattened trees, the sound from that chest, those mysterious lyrics...all made possible by the elements of earth, fire, air and water we find ourselves surrounded in and dependent on.
Art would be impossible without reality, so, again, good art, to me, speaks of the mystery and awesomeness and pain and beauty of reality, calling us to keep digging deeper and deeper into the heart of thing thing called life.
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