I’m a singer-songwriter with a soul soaked in the blues. I didn’t find music — music found me. Back in 1998, I published my first song, Daddy’s Song, in a book called On The Road, and I’ve been writing from the gut ever since.
My style is more a dark, noir, gothic blues that lives in the kind of place most people don’t talk about in polite company — the back of a dimly lit bar, whiskey in hand, where the music hits you somewhere deep and doesn’t let go. The kind that’s honest, a little rough around the edges, and doesn’t apologize.
My influences are legends like Junior Kimbrough, T Model Ford, BB King, Joe Bonamassa, Jonny Lang and Jeff Healey, but it was a moment watching Samuel L. Jackson in Black Snake Moan that locked it in for good. It wasn’t just the lyrics — it was the sound. That raw, aching, unapologetic sound that only the blues can deliver.
I don’t write music to impress anyone. If you like it, great. If you don’t, that’s okay.