The me from ten years ago wouldn’t understand the me from today.  We had another respectable drive today, 6 hours from central Nebraska to Denver. That's already pretty brutal, yet I willingly agreed to add another hour past our destination, then to backtrack an hour to Denver, where the tour finally starts.  Why?  To go visit Rocky Mountain National Park. That's why. It made no logistical or financial sense, but that wasn’t the point. The point that the me from today wants t

"The before photo" Touring is a battle to keep your habits. I go into it knowing I will fail, but still… I try. The last 2 months have been crazy busy with band duties: mixing new songs, a trip to Colombia, a local show, preparing for this West Coast tour we are now on, all while working my nine to five and being there for those who need me. What people see is the stage. What people hear is the music. That’s only about 10%. The real iceberg lies underneath. It is mammoth.  C

When I was fourteen, my dream came true.  During the mid-nineties I was a kid in the Dominican Republic, watching MTV like millions of others around the world. I was a fan of the music of the era, tuning in between playing video games or running around outside. But one day, through the pirated cable on my parents' TV, I discovered Green Day. From there, my interests took a sharp turn. Soon, I was skipping sunny afternoons outdoors to stay inside, rewatching their videos, an

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