Sing My Songs To Me

I'm in love with The Werehouse and Winston-Salem's vibes and everything about last night. Sweet people in an amazing place getting down for Brother Reade's homecoming. Seriously, The Werehouse is probably the best all-around venue in North Carolina.

Your bright baby blues.

Freaky friday with Lee Amick and Hannah Richardson. Freedom Friday. Fun Friday. A working dude grows to apppreciate the summer weekend so much more.

Always the look of concern.


I'm a moron. And a friend to snakes and metal kids everywhere, but only when they're the type who kill the pests.

Just a country gal in a big ol' city.

I went to Baltimore this weekend. It was so crazy I think my head exploded, because it was my first time actually being in a large city. No joke.

Riding the light rail from Hampden to downtown with a bunch of super rad people.

We went to the National Baltimore Aquarium and saw some sweet dolphins and sharks and rays.

This trip really knocked it out of me, and as cheesy as it sounds, it probably changed my life or the way I think or something.

Each coming night.

We had a July 3rd late night recording jammer at the farm house for me and Lee's band.


Lee learning how much he loves Jon Aldridge and how to get his shit to sound awesome.


The drums destroyed, they were sounding good thanks to a lot of fine-tuning.



Before Taylor Black left, he and Lee had a drum n' bass jam that just tore us all up. It was loud and raw as hell. That was the bass set-up that shook the foundationnnnn.

Sooooo gooooood.

And I would like to give a big thank you to Jon for running the show and being the man at all times.

Working for the weekend.

It finally feels like summer, mostly thanks to Larry Lee Amick and Hannah Richardson the past three days.

Sister in music and life.

As usual, cocky face and unbuttoned pants.

I finally got some pictures of this insane field off Lee's road on Sunday when I took a trip out there to see him and his crazy grandfather.

On the way to see HR.

He wound up with some sweet ink.

Before we knew it, we were all thrashed off spoons and Lee's energy.