If there's something I love even more than trees, it's flowers. Luxurious smells, vibrant colors that surprise me at how nature can paint better than any human. Light breezes pull flowers to dance. They have no need for muscles when…

Joyful days! For the first time, friends I've never met helped me DeTrash!

I give a warm thank you to Arianne from Thread Mill , the first artist to join the Future Trees Library! Your participation made all the difference…

You are overthinking time signatures! Let me show you how simple it is to start practicing any time signature right now. With this practice, by subdividing measures, you will write your best rhythms.

I am obsessed with time signatures thanks…

Glass Trees was a continuous jam on my baby grand piano at home in Birmingham, Alabama. I set up my portable mic and played ~10 minutes, full improv. That is the way I practice- every time, I attempt to jam…

I had the joy to interview with Erik on his unique podcast- Amplify! He creates a scrapbook video within the podcast - I was surprised to see him embed my logo into a tree, very cool effect. The coolest thing…

Jamuary was a giant exercise of creativity. Netvio's  #jamuary prompts opened the door to explore musical styles. I am grateful for Netvio. I met this group in 2020, and it made the year way less lonely. It is a musician…

I made this song with a "because I can" attitude. I was taking music composition with Dr. Lee Johnson (check out his compositions!) and I desired to make something ... gross. I had never really composed before -…

summertime 2018, to myself:

I'm here to say you can change your reality

but first you have to find yourself.

Who else could be responsible for your health?

For earning your wealth? You've been blind.

Blinded by societal expectations

You…

2018, a self-analysis: 

I'm just the framework of a person I'm trying to build

and all I have to be afraid of is hard work

It all starts here. If I don't love myself

I can't love others;

I think…

A poem from 2018, the first one I'm proud of, written while frustrated at work. After that summer I started making beats.

Ripples of wind are flowing through the grass

I know I want to win, I don't want to…