I grew up in a house where music wasn’t just background noise — it was the whole damn foundation. My dad played bass in jazz bands- he even played with Tony Bennett back in the day. That kind of legacy sticks with you. Instruments were always lying around, and I picked up whatever I could get my hands on — guitar, drums, keys, whatever made noise.
These days, I play guitar and sing in Dead Things, a touring heavy metal band built on riffs, sweat, and spectacle. But my roots run wide — I write and record all kinds of music outside the band, from cinematic soundscapes to raw acoustic stuff. Genre’s not the point — emotion is. If it hits, it sticks.
Touring with Dead Things has been wild. There’s a rhythm to the road that either wears you down or wires you in, and I’ve always leaned into the chaos. Playing live isn’t just about tight sets or big moments — it’s about connection. Some nights you’re bleeding fingers and broken strings, and other nights you’re floating on feedback and adrenaline. Either way, you walk off stage changed.
I’ve been a photographer since I was seven. It started with disposable cameras and turned into a real career — by 23, I was on Mayhem Fest with a band as their tour photographer. That experience cracked something open. Photography became a second language, one I carried with me into the world of touring musicianship. Even now, I bring a camera on the road to catch what happens between shows — the exhaustion, the weird motel mirrors, the small flashes of magic. Music and photography feed the same fire in me: they both chase feeling, tension, and truth.