In 2015 I promised to never play music again. After losing my father to cancer I told him at his bedside that there were no more songs for me to sing. At this time I had moved out to Lake Travis, on the outskirts of Austin, TX. Were I isolated myself after sensing the possibility my dad might loose his fight. I had written at least 10 songs during that time of unsurmountable grief and I ultimately placed them on a shelf. The couple of years that followed were filled with debaucherous behavior and absolutely no direction other then down. I was sustained only by a small handful of friends, who probably had absolutely no idea how close I was to the end. They helped me get through a very dark time those next few years and for that I am forever grateful to them. When it seemed there was light at the end of the tunnel, tragedy struck yet again in 2019, and a very dear person whom I adored very very much passed away. Much too young and too soon. I felt myself going down that dark path again and getting consumed by my still ever present grief. I picked up my guitar and realized that it was the therapy I needed to help me cope. It’s the dose I needed to temporarily lift me up. So I wrote a song for my friend and many about my pops. I put together this album for them called Halo Forming.