Not an escape.
A voice.
He came up as a drummer — eighteen years in Nashville, years on the road, a lifetime spent making music with the whole body. Music has always been the thing underneath.
Two years ago, during one of the hardest seasons of his life, it came back at the front. He found his way to melodic house and realized it was the only form that could hold what he was feeling. The tension. The beauty inside the darkness. The sense of something vast happening beneath the surface.
fallow saint was born out of that season — and is where the work goes now.