I’ve played guitar and piano since I was a kid. Music was one of my first dreams - the one I had at the end of high school, the one I quietly punted when I went to film school and started building a career in image. Every few years, the dream would surface again. And every time, I’d find a reason to push it off. Commercial momentum. The film about my grandfather. The next big shoot. By the time I came up for air in my early thirties, I understood something I hadn’t before: there are very few windows in a life where you get to bet on something this ambitious. A family is somewhere ahead of me. Reputation is something you can build a career protecting instead of expanding. The window for unprotected creative risk closes faster than anyone tells you it will. So I bet on it. Two years. No posts, no progress updates, no public process. I needed the room to make this without performing it - without external pressure shaping a thing that needed to be shaped only by what it wanted to become. Songs, visuals, story, and identity were developed together so that when it finally arrived, it would arrive whole. Starting over at zero in your thirties is daunting in a way I won’t pretend it wasn’t. But some things have to be expressed, regardless of timing, regardless of cost. This is one of them.