Rye-Rye

Hmm. Two roads and a diner to stop and talk about the future. Sounds like my kind of atmosphere. I write songs about the things that stick with us. A radio station fading in and out. A cracked phone full of old messages. A conversation that makes more sense years later. The roads we took, the roads we didn't, and the strange moments when something ordinary suddenly feels important. Most of my songs start with a question rather than an answer. I don't know if that's intentional anymore—it's just how I seem to look at the world. The genres change. The questions don't. If something here reminds you of your own story, then we're probably standing in the same place.