Songs, stories, and things worth noticing.

I’m a songwriter, husband to Heidi, and dad to four boys. We live in a red brick house in East Nashville, grow a big garden in the summer, and eat cheese pizza every Friday.

I dropped out of college in 2004—two Spanish classes short of an English degree (en serio!)—to make music. Since then I’ve toured, tuned pianos, written a couple thousand (mostly terrible) songs, made records, struggled with anxiety and depression, and can’t for the life of me remember where I put my keys.

These days I make songs, write stories, paint things, and try to notice what’s right in front of me—which, maybe like you, I try very hard not to let be a phone.