I have spent months in this bathroom, okay, maybe years looking in the mirror, wallowing in tears. In my reflection I saw the death of many things: love, respect,friendship, and my childhood dreams, but I'll make this confession right here and right now to clear my conscience as much as time allows. Anger, hate, jealousy, and fear have made their final appearance this year, so I'll stand up and wipe all this off my ass and quite possibly lacking in dignity and class. I refuse

With the upcoming release of my album, there are so many people that I need to acknowledge. There is an entire team of people behind me helping me, and I am extremely fortunate to have them in my life. Sometimes with all the hustle and bustle, we forget to thank those closest to us. One person I need to thank is my son, William Barton. When I wrote "Dear Daddy", a cello was playing in my mind as I strummed on the guitar. The cello is an instrument that has such emotional

If you do not know me personally, I have a confession to make; I am a mess. Because of this, my song writing methods are a little unconventional. I never took a songwriting class, watched YouTube videos on songwriting, or even performed a search on the matter. I simply pick up my guitar and strum until I find some sounds I like. Oftentimes, I am not even sure the name of the chords I use. I am purely listening for what is pleasing for my ear. I thought my little songs h