Why You’re Here

Maybe you’ve lost the thread.

Maybe you’re starting over.

Maybe you’re holding something fragile—

and you’re scared it won’t survive the process

What I Do

I help artists chase the raw truth in their sound.

Not perfection. Not pretense.

I’m not here to polish you up.

I’m here to dig.

To find what’s buried underneath the noise, the fear, the pressure.

To make sure what we create feels like you—

even if you’re not sure who that is yet.

Who I Am

I didn’t set out to be a producer.

Music was escape.

Survival.

The only way out of a town that never fit—

and a version of myself I couldn’t keep pretending to be.

I fell for Bowie.

Post-punk. Hardcore. MPC grit.

Started with a 4-track and a busted drum machine in my bedroom.

One sound at a time, I found purpose.

That led to a studio. Then a path.

I’ve sold out arenas.

Headlined festivals.

Played stadiums and a thousand punk bars.

Sometimes all in the same week.

I’ve helped build records that hit #1,

gone Gold,

and topped 400 million streams.

But numbers aren’t the point -

I was in the band Lostprophets.

Yeah. That Lostprophets.

When it collapsed, it didn’t just stop.

It erased me.

Emotionally. Financially. Psychologically.

Therapy. EMDR.

Grief I couldn’t name. Years of silence.

Then came No Devotion—music made from wreckage.

Then came Thursday—a family.

Everything I do now is built on that.

On creating a space where the truth can show up—

loud, flawed, unforgettable.

What You Can Expect?

•Presence •Partnership •No ego •No formulas •Just sound, sweat, and the truth.

I produce. Mix. Play. Build. Guide.

Sometimes I lead.

Sometimes I just hold space while something takes shape.

I’ve got a mix room in Florida and a studio in LA.

I work remote. I travel. I show up if it matters.

Still on the road.

Still raising two daughters.

Still building records that matter—

and a life that does too.

Still chasing that one moment—

when truth hits the tape.

When lightning finds the bottle.

If you’re making something—

honest, heavy, beautiful, broken—

something you need to make,

even if you don’t know why yet—

I want in.

Why Music?

Because it’s the only thing that ever made sense.

Before I had words for what I was feeling—

music was the feeling.

It saved me.

It gave me a way out.