Vintage denim, whiskey-soaked stories, and a soul carved from highway miles. Southern rock runs through my veins like a restless current, with enough grit to smooth rough edges and enough heart to keep things raw and real. When the guitar speaks, I listen - whether it's blues that burns slow or rock that crashes like summer thunder.
Got roots spread between dusty backroads and urban nights, always chasing that perfect riff that makes everything make sense. More interested in authentic experience than polished performance, I collect moments like vintage vinyl - each one telling a story of rebellion, passion, and pure sonic freedom.