About

ABOUT

Michigan wanderer, I was pulled from the cold water of Grand Traverse Bay and set to run an eye-wide-life. I was raised in the crow-calling, long grass, orchard crested hills of Northern Michigan. Traverse City, just southeast of the abiding Leelanau County, Empire, Glen Arbor - I carry those places with me.

I carried those places south in 2007 to Hope College in Holland, MI and after four years, I ended that chapter of my life, leaving Hope College in May 2011 with a B.A. in English, a lot of books I shamelessly never read, and a long string of memories I hope not to forget. Only most importantly - I left with meaningful relationships: those I lived so closely with, those I learned and worked with so closely, those who so much, believed in my artistic and spiritual and relational development.

Among such people: I met Josh Banner (Ordinary Neighbors), humble leader and consummate encourager, musician and art activist; Josh Wunderlich, four-year-roomie, concert promoter, believer, and listener; Chris Cox, close looking, ever fervent friend and photographer; and because of them have been able to develop my music and relationships with others like Photographers, Breathe Owl Breathe, The Welcome Wagon, Paper Route, and the Soil & the Sun.

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RELEASES:

Growin' Seed (December, 2011): The tangled, jungle of history that is your body: universal desires, successes, lifelong friends, stupid jobs, trips out west, night swims, re-watched films, un-read books, weird memories, bad dreams, and even broken love. These long branches and thin leaves, vines, and weeds are always growing, filling you out and shaping you to an undefined point - all starting as only a soft and unseen, growin' seed. Listen Here.


Late July (November, 2010): These songs come together now, steeped in a family living room and the instinctual pace of a Traverse City summer. The steady breathing of Lake Michigan and an open car window at midnight. The sound of fingers on the page of a book, curtains on the wood frame of a window. An unmade bed, an out of tune piano, the quiet peace of Late July. 






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