The Beginning

After breakfast in Topanga, climbing up hills, and shuffling around harmonies in the backseat of a car on the way to an evening in Laurel Canyon, it was the beginning of a long hot summer of writing and traveling in a place I'm proud to call home, Los Angeles.

In the fall I opened up the next chapter of this story with sleepless nights and many more miles on the track down south in a city known for its own parties, food, language, architecture, music and even its own funerals, New Orleans.

All my love to the friends and family that have been a part of the stories, songs and long nights.

Duz