Hey folks,

So, it’s been a weird one. Like, real weird.

The kind of weird where I feel like we’ll be talking about 2020 long after the calendars pile up in landfills.

I wish I knew what to say. I’ve always felt like I have a way of putting things into words, but I’d be amiss if I didn’t recommend visiting the CDC website or turning to your provincial/federal health organization for any/all information.

The amounts and sheer nature of some misinformation I’ve seen shared is just bonkers.

Friends, I can’t stress the importance of checking your sources now more than ever.

I’ll likely do a podcast on this, but I’ll say this for now: stay home.


Originally, I’d intended to write a recap of the last episode so I guess I’ll jump into that because I’d rather rehash that fun episode than try to formulate my thoughts on all of this right now. That ramble calls for a microphone and two fingers of very strong, very rationed swill.

Getting to dig back deep into my musical past with Jordan was a goddamn blast. It really gave me some cool perspective on the idea of a band scene being in a constant scene of evolution, the finite generations of bands/attendees, and the future of our own individual artistic growth.

It gave me a lot to think about when I think about playing show or live again. It made me want to perform and write and let myself let loose with an instrument (something I’ve long since out behind me; not as a point of pain, but rather as something I just lost interest in).

I guess we now have a lot more time indoors to consider all of our purposes. All of the things we are capable of doing and hammering down what it is that we will do.

I’m here if any of you need to talk.

Message me on Instagram and let’s figure out a next step.




Happy friggin’ New Year to the bunch of you that have made year one of the Super Adult Podcast journey a magical and exciting one! It’s been wild to find myself on the other end of a goal I wanted to achieve, as even just starting this fucking thing was a chore in itself. It was kind of a measure in how much I truly wanted to put myself out there, as it’s tough to completely open up to a bunch of strangers about your deepest insecurities and struggles.

But, if it gives some context or comfort to just one of you along the way, I feel it’s worth it to make a horse’s ass of myself and bare the proverbial soul.

With New Year’s just behind us, you’re probably either settling into the new habits and paths you’ve carved for yourself. You’re trying to steer your rudder into the path you either see clearly before you or that you’re trying to imagine in your mind’s eye.

Or maybe you’ve entirely given up already.

No matter. We create this goal of changing our entire life overnight, as though the change of a number on your calendar can transform us overnight.

Hell, I can barely remember to write 2020 instead of 2019 until at LEAST mid-February (let alone remember BE A DIFFERENT PERSON). But we put these lofty goals in front of us, instead of taking baby steps and creating identifiable and achievable goals.

Goals that you can name and explain, goals that you can accomplish and scratch off a to-do list with a sense of pride.

Stop with the overarching statements, start your year off right with a win. I’ll be here if you need a motivational poster or high-five. You’ve got this.