For all of us, it’s different. The paths. The curves. The dimly lit streets. The glare of the sunrise. It’s filled with the moments of finding ourselves. The defining moments that make us who we are today. Some of them aren’t nearly as glorious as we would have hoped to be, but that’s the point. Without those moments of contrast, the journey wouldn’t be the best part.

What is not to be lost along the way are the sounds. The audible emotions that blanket us day by day. The minutes before an interview, before a trip, before a promising date. Vulnerable moments defined by unforgettable aural memories.

My intent here is to entertain. To share a piece of me; past, present, and future. What that entails will depend on the day, but know that I wouldn’t bullshit you or paint a picture that didn’t exist.

The journey is real. Why shouldn’t the story be as well?