If I had thirty seconds…

to tell you about myself, the first three words out of my mouth would probably be “I write songs.”  It’s just something I’m extremely proud of.  You see, for a long time, writing a song felt a lot like trying to solve a math problem, or develop a scientific theorem.  I thought if I used just the right formulas, and conducted enough experiments, I’d discover that elusive secret.  Well, I didn’t exactly split the atom, but about four years ago, I finally cracked the “code.”

The story is simple, really… Guy likes girl.  Girl likes music.  Guy writes first song.  Guy impresses girl.  Guy falls in love.  Girl breaks guy’s heart.  Guy writes many more songs.  Guy wins Grammy. (Ok, ok, I made that last part up, but that’s the dream! ) That’s the simplified version, to say the least.  As for the long version, well, it’s buried in that music player on the right.

Over the last four years, I’ve gone through college (Bear Down Arizona!) and acquired a bachelor’s degree in a field I wasn’t passionate about, fallen in love with “the one” and gotten my heart broken, and grown from a shower-singer who, in elementary school, made parody songs about golfing and recess (ask me about that some time), to a professional musician who just released his debut EP, called “The Magic Show.”  Phew.  (Excuse me while I do the “running-man” around my room).  It’s been quite a rollercoaster.  But do you know what’s cool?  That rollercoaster ride has been documented – from start to, well, whatever point of the track I’m on right now.

Truthfully, this EP is a glimpse into the biggest corkscrews, the fastest turns, and the craziest loops of my first four years as a songwriter.  You see, I write about real feelings; real experiences, so that every time you listen to one of my songs, you know that at some point, I have felt or experienced each and every lyric, down to the last rhyme, exactly the way it was written.  And in that lies the real elusive secret to songwriting: life.  Turns out… that was the only “formula” I needed.  I just had to find a way to put a melody behind it. (And I admit I have always wanted to live in a musical)

So that’s my story in the smallest nutshell you’ve ever seen (pistachio?).   Music is my way to vent, cry, laugh, or just talk – be it in a car, a bedroom, or on a stage – with anyone who’s willing to take four or five minutes to listen.  And who knows – if you’ve ever met a curly-haired musician who’s obsessed with anything Disney – I might just be “talking” about you.  And if I am, well, just remember:

I Write Songs.