I keep landing here, and it would be convenient—comforting, even—if I could reduce it to a single cause. If I could pin it to one trauma, one diagnosis, one unlucky streak of “the wrong people,” and then feel like the solution is obvious: stop doing the thing that leads to this place. But the problem with convenient stories is that they’re usually designed to protect us from the more brutal truth, which is that patterns don’t repeat because we’re stupid. They repeat because s

I get asked sometimes what “genre” my music is. And the honest answer is: it depends on what part of the fire you walked in during. Sometimes it sounds like a circus. Sometimes it sounds like industrial insomnia. Sometimes it sounds like an old theater that should’ve closed years ago… but the lights are still on anyway, because someone forgot to let the cast go home. This playlist is *the clearest explanation I can give* of what I make and why I make it. This is *the show.* F

Lately I’ve been sitting with a sentence that keeps repeating itself in different forms, offered as advice, framed as wisdom, delivered with certainty: relationships are supposed to be reciprocal. Equal effort. Match energy. Don’t over-give. Meet people where they are, even if that means stepping back, going quiet, or cutting contact altogether. On the surface, none of that sounds unreasonable. It makes intuitive sense. And yet the more I’ve tried to apply it cleanly, the mor

There are albums that are meant to add something new. And then there are albums that exist to reinvent and refocus. Encore in the Ashes is the latter. This record is not a collection of new confessions. It’s not a diary. It’s not a response to any single moment, person, or event. Instead, it’s a deliberate re-entering of the worlds I’ve already built— Carry the Dawn , Carry the Night , Carry the Ember , Circus of Ash , The Final Circus , Embers in the Glass , and The Cabare

The Cabaret of Rewritten Poems was built deliberately as a staged experience rather than a loose collection of adaptations. Each piece is drawn from public-domain poetry, rewritten and set to music in a cabaret / circus framework, then ordered to form a clear emotional progression—from confinement, to reckoning, to release. Click here to check the album out on Spotify What follows is not a personal backstory, but a map of the show. Act I — The Room and the Question The album