Moved to Austin two months ago from Los Angeles. Before that, Portland, OR, before that Olympia, WA, before that, Palo Alto, CA, before that Santa Cruz, CA, before that Marin County, CA, before that, Santa Monica, CA. That's about it.

I am an audio engineer by profession. I have recorded more music than anyone you know. I have albums released on Kill Rock Stars, K records, Holy Mountain, and ESP-Disk. I have a website featuring 567 live recordings I made in Santa Cruz that I will tell you about if you message me.

Last year I moved to Los Angeles to live with my mom and do an internship with this amazing audio engineer. I did a little post-production work with him but mostly forensic audio work which is basically 'restoring' really bad audio recordings that either do or do not incriminate someone, so they can be used as evidence in a court case. I discovered I'm actually really good at this and my boss and I have decided I will continue this work for him in Austin. In April my mother died in a freeway accident, which compelled me to not want to live in LA anymore. I fucking hate LA. LA is indisputably the world capital of trying to destroy reality. I'm bipolar, so my life project has basically been about trying to become a human being and not a space cadet and I need to have as much reality in my life as possible. I should qualify that by saying that I also need this 'reality' I speak of to be dished out to me by someone I think is intelligent. I can't stand this notion that 'reality' is by definition crude, like some fucking Jerry Springer episode. I just want to be a real person, and I want to contribute as much joy and mindfulness to this world as possible.