Midwestern kid with restless bones and an ear for the beautiful collision between heartland grit and experimental edge. I drift between Bob Seger's open road anthems and the fractured soundscapes of boundary-pushing producers—one moment chasing that earnest Gaslight Anthem intensity, the next spiraling through ambient textures and lo-fi bedroom pop. There's something about artists who aren't afraid to get weird, to strip things down, or to build something completely unexpected that just hits different. Rochester shaped how I hear things: honest, unpretentious, always looking for the next layer.