The Wormhole of Change 

This week, I've found myself bursting into tears and crying a lot prompted by death in my life.

Death marked by the shedding of an identity to which I've clung my whole life- that of the singer (of other people's material) but also the death of a...

The Dissatisfaction with Sameness 

It's been almost 2 years since the first day I stepped into the New York City underground to play piano and sing in front of people. 

I've been feeling an overwhelming dissatisfaction with just playing covers and other pe...

Two Years In and Still...

It's almost been 2 years since the first day that I busked and I find myself feeling just as much a beginner as I did that first day. Maybe not at the same things, but I pretty much feel afraid and unsure of everything I do everyday because I h...