Five songs in one day. Five completely different worlds.
Today I somehow wrote five songs, and I still can't quite explain how my brain gets from one to the next.
Pretty Boy — an uplifting alternative pop anthem about a young man carrying the scars of a brutal childhood while still hoping to become someone’s joy.
Peace, Love, Unity — a bold collision of Gregorian chant, West Coast-inspired rap, deep bass, thunderous drums, and cinematic orchestration. Sacred voices and rap trade lines in a dramatic call for a new beginning.
Welcome to Hawaii — a warm, carefree Hawaiian song built around slack-key guitar, aloha, sunshine, beaches, and a little bit of silliness.
Johnny Ice — a dark 1930s Delta Blues character song about a dangerous man with ice in his veins and a reputation nobody wants to challenge.
That Beer on the Wall — a heartfelt country heartbreak song built around the familiar “one hundred bottles of beer on the wall,” transformed into the story of a man trying to drink away the pain of losing the woman he loves.
The strange thing is that the subjects and the musical genres have nothing to do with each other. I don't sit down and decide what unlikely combination I am going to create. The ideas simply pop into my head, and I follow them.
Five songs. Five genres. Five very different stories.
I have no idea what my brain is going to come up with next—and I love that.