Always molded by experience and change. This world is far too large and full of opportunity to settle for mediocrity. Continuing to live voraciously with open arms and hungry eyes. Actively engaged in cleverly crafted sarcasm, optimism, language, music and sounds. I also remain as dedicated to my music as I am to my dreams and can sometimes be a wild dancer, wanderer, a soft pillow, a hopeless poet or an occasional recluse. In a bar one might spot me as another stranger lost in conversation, but occasionally I transform to that scraggly bearded guy writing by the fireplace in the back.
Still living for truth, movement, urban adventure, shooting stars, humans, laughter, concerts, piano, ambient music, midnight musings, beat poetry, singing, composing, performing, dancing, travel, spontaneity, sunsets, the Spanish language, cooking, conversation, cats, linguistic symmetry, words, mermaids, thunderstorms, Iceland, the lyrics of John Darnielle, surfing, meter, writing, heartfelt stares, dusty old books, puns, herbal tea, craft beer, cinnamon french toast.