This is the sound that launched a thousands songs (ok, just 4 so far).  This is what perked up my ears and made it clear to me that I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.  I can finally make the music I’ve always wanted to. I think I described something like . . . . a dark cloud rolling into town while the asphalt buckles under the weight of the coming storm.  Alex Aldi (my producer) came up with this.  He clearly read my mind.

Let's move off of the Music "Business" and our existential struggle with AI.  Let’s build out a killer set of music related tips and tricks for the world to see.  We have a ton of guitar players and musicians on this thread - this old dog wants to learn a few tricks.

Grab your axe, ivories, skins . . . and let’s go.  Your tips and tricks go in the comments.

My little part of the internet was aghast upon reading that podcasters will soon be replaced (I mean joined). Article in the comments. It was the article I was expecting since the beginning of my musical experiment. One thing you don't get these days is more time. "They're here . . . "

Happy Labor Day!

For those of you non-creatives scrolling through LinkedIn on Labor Day, I presume you are either stuck in an airport waiting to go home or partially inebriated kicking back in a pool at a family BBQ.

A reminder - Networking is NOT allowed today.

For us creative types, labors of love don’t count. Plus, working stiffs need to be entertained!

To that end, here’s my latest. A couple excerpts from the 'soon to be released' RiF manifesto.

🎸 So You Wanna Be a Rockstar?!

I turned Act Two of RiF into a Choose Your Own Adventure.
Four forks and a score at the end.
No wrong answers.
Just fame, fortune and (minuscule) ROI for days . . .

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.