Still not selling pills, powders, or creams — but if you don’t walk away with a nugget or two from this article, you might not be trying.

We embark on a cathartic, existential re-examination of our own identity as viewed through the Second Act.

In '93, we asked a profound question to a head-bobbing beat: What is love?
In '25, we ask if it matters that the question was posed by a human?

It does. Here's why.

I thought I was heading to Costa Rica for a fun surf trip.
Turns out, I needed a whole new definition of “suck” when it comes to surfing.
Then I realized—I needed a new definition for a lot of things at 54.

• The algorithm controls a large percentage of a creator’s fate.

• Substance and depth are still all human.

• Every listener is sacred (if I only knew who they were)

Number one takeaway: making music is an absolute blast.

Number two takeaway: I love living the process... except for the part where in order to be seen, I have to perform for an algorithm. Not you, code.

Ignore it (and those controlling it), and all of its associated faults, it will become MORE than just a tool . . . in the worst possible ways.

On The Radio . . . It’s Me!

A field report from the front lines—LinkedIn style.

‘Cause that ashtray you made when you were five still lives in your heart.

‘Cause Jimi Hendrix made me.

Identity has power.  Lots of power. 

Newsflash: I left my career behind to make music. My music. Anthemic, synth-infused, alternative rock that means everything -to me.