Let me introduce myself. Alt-folk-soul, emotions on the bleeding edge of my sleeve. Sociopolitically awake and unapologetic about. Making music for people who punch Nazis and worship their beloved. Pretty, at least sometimes. Ugly when it’s called for. Listen, connect, be??

This, both literally and regarding what it represents.

A comment on a tattoo coverup of an actual hate symbol, gleefully supporting said hate symbol, without even the courtesy of clever misspelling, doesn’t go against Meta’s Community Standards.

That tells me that Meta HAS no standards.

I have to somehow keep promoting my art and paying my rent amidst all this chaos, so like … consider buying my albums and stuff, I guess.

Let’s get less quiet in here. Music. Books. Activism. Intrusive thoughts. Butts.

Organize. Assemble. Resist.

Sometimes, the solution is right in front of us.

The level of shameless propaganda we just witnessed is deeply alarming.

Seeking all the meta-fleeing music fans. Connect with me. I’m about to start being a regular.

Cloak weather is upon us.

Night, Sky.

National Daughters Day went pretty great. We had a picnic in a rainy cemetery and threw crumbs to the crows. It wasn’t as goth as it sounds.

I’m really pleased with this song and the way it turned out. Y’all should blow it up.

My phone took this pic at my gig tonight. I feel like it’s artsy in a fun way. My phone is a better artsy photog than me. Fuck.

The smallest iteration of the solo rig. I play music 4-5 nights a week almost year-round, so keeping it pared down is a survival skill.

Guess I’ll start by pumping a new song. If you’re into the indie folk thing and you think mental health matters, you should listen to this.

I described it recently as a love song about mania and delusions. I wasn’t kidding.