I draw from the shadows — from the cracks where truth hides.
My music’s always been medicine, and sharing it taught me I’m not the only one who needs the dark to heal. There’s a whole community out here — kindred spirits who don’t flinch at honesty.
We don’t chase perfection. We celebrate what’s real.
This isn’t a club.
It’s a gathering of the ones who refuse to look away.
We speak our minds.
We break our patterns.
We remember that beauty lives in the flaws.
When you join Murder of Crows, you step into the inner circle —
the place where I send the stories I don’t give the public.
A weekly three-minute memoir, a truth pulled from the bone, a piece of the world I only share with the ones who know what to do with it.
You’ll also get 20% off and first access to Murder-Only Merch drops —
because some things should only belong to those who understand.
The fire’s lit.
Take your seat.
It was a cold, wet October day in 1996. I was a high-school freshman in the tiny town of Chester — still sleeping under my parents’ roof, dreaming of stages bigger than Kent Island could hold.
Jarid came over that afternoon. We had our knockoff Fender Strats, one beat-up Marshall 15-watt amp, and a box spring and mattress in the middle of the garage for a couch. In the corner, a rusted filing cabinet stuffed with Guitar World magazines. That day, we dug out the issue with “Today” by Smashing Pumpkins.
We plugged in, flipped the switch. The little red light on the amp flickered, and we studied the tabs like scripture. Jarid hit the lead line — shaky but close. I slammed the power chords behind him. The rain on the roof faded under the distortion. Two kids with big eyes, grinning like idiots, convinced we’d just found fire.
By the end of that night, we had a band — or at least the idea of one...
Sign up using any form on this page, and you step inside Murder of Crows.
It’s completely free — no noise, no bullshit. Just truth, connection, and the stories I don’t hand to the public.
After you join the Murder, you’ll get a welcome note with your 20% discount code for The Crow’s Cabinet.
Then the real ride begins.
Every Tuesday at 10AM, you’ll get a personal memoir from me —
a three-minute story, a truth pulled from somewhere deep, a piece of the world I don’t put on stage, and sure as hell not on social media.
You’ll also get first access to Murder-Only Merch drops, early news, and the things I only send to the people who stay.
Of course.
This isn’t a contract — it’s a gathering.
If the stories stop speaking to you, you can step out with a single click.
Because crows don’t flock blindly.
They gather with intention.
They remember.
They protect their own.
So do we.