all these dotted lines where do they lead

In the last month or so, the following things have happened: 

• I played my first show with CDs in hand, which also happened to be opening for one of my musical heroes, Chris Pureka. 
• After a lifetime of struggling even to buy stamps, I finally learned how to navigate the postal service as I made daily trips to the Post Office to mail out Pre-Orders (thank you!)
• Brooks and I played a CD Release show  at Casita Del Polaris to an audience that was sweetly silent and definitely above the fire code. 
• My first record, All These Dotted Lines dropped officially on iTunes, Bandcamp, CD Baby, Amazon, Spotify, and probably a bunch of other places I don't even know about. 

The release process has brought about a bunch of emotions for me, both expected and unexpected. The journey a song undertakes from birth to recording is strange. So is the long and winding process of making a record. Both of these processes start off so small and personal, but end up hanging on the outside for all to see. It's an exciting and scary undertaking. Standing on the other side, I feel a mixture of pride, apprehension, and itchiness to start the process over with a new crop of songs. But most of all, I feel a weighty sense of gratitude to you for listening, for showing up, and for supporting this work. It has been amazing to reconnect with distant friends over this music, and the messages of encouragement and kindness I've received have been staggering. It's truly beautiful to learn that these songs that started off so small and personal have come to mean something to someone else. 

Thank you so much for listening.