I'm not a filmmaker by trade — I'm just a guy building his first film out of instinct, late nights, and whatever pieces of truth I can glue together before the caffeine wears off. It might be art. It might be evidence. Either way, I'm making it.
My compass swings between Metallica's righteous force and Zappa's deranged brilliance. I'm trying to carve a path that lets both live side by side — the thunder and the brain melt. One hand on the riff, the other disassembling reality for spare parts.
I work a lot. I write constantly. I practice bass with zero expectation of being good and every intention of getting dangerous. I've built shrines (actual ones — Cliff Burton has a candle-lit space in my home), coded websites with green text and bad intentions, and stayed up way too late trying to make strange things real.
I'm sober. I'm stubborn. I'm loyal to my dog and my dreams in equal measure. I don't know if I'm building a career or just a signal tower for the other weirdos — but I'm out here, and I mean it.
This site is not a brand. It's a flare.
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Side effects may include groove, confusion, mild enlightenment, and the urge to pick up an instrument or leave the country.
If you're still reading, you get it.
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