Hmmm …. remember that roach? Apparently there was some confusion as to whether or not the previous picture was the ACTUAL picture.
The answer is simply no. THIS happens to be the actual picture. Now. In terms of scale… . you notice my thumb? well Beetle Beast is on the same plane as my thumb… . so now, just imagine that the container is gone, and that the thing is just laying next to my hand. I know. HUGE!!!!
For a long time now, I have been on this journey. A journey of what SHOULD I do vs what would I LOVE to do. Music has always been in my life and some of my happiest moments have been singing for or with others. I have made lasting friendships over a common appreciation for sound and word and how it can affect and change your life, change the world. The power of story-telling … further more, the power of one’s own story over others. The magic of sharing experience and creating community, creating a lasting bond through a limitless medium.
There have been many moments during my first year in NYC where I questioned what I wanted, whether I was good enough, whether I had what it took … not to be great … but to make an impact, to cause ripples in other peoples’ lives. Could I be a songwriter in NYC??!! But then I stepped back and remembered that not too long ago I questioned the idea of even being able to move out of my home town. Could I find a job in the city? Could I afford coffee, let alone rent?!
But I did. I did all those things. I made it … to New York. A place that still brings tears to my eyes when I take time to stop and look around me, or when I think about how long this city has been a place of refuge for those who are searching for something more … even just something different.
I chose to do what was difficult. I chose to try to do what I had been hearing about all my life. The artist in New York. (With a Massachusetts ID).
SO. No looking back. Only moving forward. Guitar in hand.
Would love to have you join me!
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