Some days memories don’t just visit me, they flood in like they’ve been waiting just beneath the surface. A song in a grocery store. A smell in a hallway. A random object sitting in my house that suddenly transports me somewhere else entirely. Before I know it, I’m no longer standing in the present. I’m everywhere I’ve ever been. I find myself thinking about the people who are no longer here. Not just remembering them, but missing them in a way that feels physical, like somet

It started with one bill. Just one. Nothing dramatic on paper. Nothing that should have changed everything. But something about it hit differently than it should have. And it sent me into a spiral. A quiet one at first. Then heavier. Then familiar. That sinking feeling. The shutdown. The sense of everything piling up at once until I couldn’t hold it all in anymore. Before I knew it, I was back in a place I know too well. Depression. Isolation. Loud music. Silence from the wor

There are concerts, and then there are moments in time that become part of who you are. The sold-out Triumph and April Wine show at the Michigan Lottery Amphitheatre at Freedom Hill was one of those moments. The day was perfect for a road trip and a concert. The kind of Michigan day that reminds you why summer concert season is sacred. As we pulled into the parking lot, I couldn’t help but smile. Everywhere I looked were waves of gray hair. Gen X had arrived, with a light dus

I know I have been pretty absent lately when it comes to blogging, music posts, podcasts, bracelets, and honestly just life in general. The past month has been rough in ways I didn’t expect. Most of my energy has gone into helping my son through some really intense health anxiety. First it was high heart rates, then low heart rates, and suddenly we were spending days going back and forth to hospitals, doctors, tests, and trying to find reassurance anywhere we could. Watching

Troutzillafest is one of those nights that doesn’t just end when the last note is played. It lingers. In your head, in your body, in the quiet after the chaos. It’s the reminder of why this thing exists in the first place, even when it’s hard, even when it’s exhausting, even when it feels like too much for just two people to carry. You have to understand, Troutzillafest isn’t run by a big team. It’s just me and Damien. That’s it. He’s usually the one physically handling setup

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Today I got to check another musical act off my bucket list, but this time it wasn’t just about the music. This wasn’t my typical rock or metal concert—it was my first time seeing a jazz band live. And this jazz band mattered to me more than most, because it was Alex Skolnick’s jazz band. This night carried weight, personal, emotional, and deeply needed. The morning started slow. I sat with my coffee, staring at my closet, reminding myself to shower and trying to talk my brai

This birthday hit me harder than any other. It hit me mentally, in a way I wasn’t expecting. It made me realize that the years are speeding by, and I only have so much time left on this beautiful planet. Birthdays used to be about celebration, cake, laughter, maybe a wild night or two, but now they feel more like a quiet reckoning. Another trip around the sun, another reminder that time doesn’t wait, and life is fleeting. The past five years have mostly been a blur of factor

Back Home — October 24–26, 2025 The Detroit area will always be my home. No matter where life takes me, that city and its people hold a piece of my heart. This past weekend, October 24–26, 2025, will be one I’ll never forget. I had been planning to see Lynch Mob ever since they announced their show. I wanted to see Jaron, their bassist, who has become a part of my music family, and since Damien was filling in for another band playing the next night, it felt like the perfect w

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This week is always heavy on my heart. Tomorrow, September 22, my mom would have turned 79. Just two days later, on the 24th, it will be...

I am in it fr the music

Tribute band, family and friends.

Last night, I stood front row at Little Caesars Arena in Detroit, watching Shinedown, Bush, and Morgan Wade light up the stage.

They made me remember

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This is my stor