• Nashville Nights

    I climb the concrete steps to the entrance and am greeted by Aric and John, the lead singer and lead guitarist of my favorite band, The Brevet. They stand as I reach the landing, offering hugs and hellos. In the cool Nashville air, a storm brewing on the horizon, we reminisce about meeting on this very landing several years ago. I hand over $12 to the skinny bouncer and head inside to grab a beer before the show. There is another band playing, so I go out to the patio, escaping the crowd inside. Under a ceiling of thousands of string lights, I find David and Julian, the drummer and…

  • A Weekend in the Woods

    The cotton candy twilight descends on the rural southern Missouri valley. Waning sunlight illuminated the early spring tree skeletons as the darkness steals the warmth from the day. Frigid night air rushes in like the emerald waters from the natural spring around the bend. With a cold beer in hand and three friends by my side, I jump in the side-by-side. We take off down the rocky, dusty trails, chasing the neon lights of other vehicles. The speakers blast “Don’t Stop Believin'” by Journey as we traverse a shallow river. I feel the icy water kissing my boots. We climb the paths, passing burnt out tree stumps, boulders, and other…

  • Red Dirt Road to Freedom

    The red dirt road of the rural south can be a hypnotic thing.  The dusty haze envelopes my truck as I cruise into the unknown, giving an otherworldly appearance.  This road trip is a spur of the moment decision, the best kind in my opinion.  With no destination in mind, as the ground grows solid under my tires, I let the curve of the blacktop be my guide.  The sun is streaming through the open roof, baking the top of my head.  The wind dances through my long, curly hair, pulling it in all possible directions. With a hot cup of coffee as my travel companion, anything is possible.  The music…