The best live vocalist of our time.

Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October,

I appreciate you not only as a musician but as a man – beyond what I could ever convey to you. My efforts to attain musical greatness that can match even 10% of your level is what I hope to attain in my musical career. Your band has been one of the many influences which has set the musical bar for me in all I do. The sound, mixing, lyrics, emotion and melodies you create always remind me that even in darkest of times, beautiful things can arrive from it. Your desire to stay true to your heart, loved ones, kids and wife is perhaps the biggest influence on me. I have always stayed single because I feared the woman in my life wouldn’t understand the passion I have for music. I feared that I couldn’t travel, record or pursue the goal of spreading emotions and messages across the country. 2 years ago, my fiancee’ bought me tickets to see your acoustic show in New Orleans where I got the pleasure to finnaly shake your hand. It was one of the best gifts I have ever received. She knew what this would do to me. She knew it would only add fuel to the musical fire inside me. That moment is when I knew she was the one and is when I started the countdown towards asking her to be my wife. The sheer joy of her face seeing mine confirmed she would stand by me for while I try to chase my dreams. I have been to your show over a half-a-dozen times before, but this one was different. You seemed happier / more at peace. As always, you delievered an energy that captivated the whole room, but this time you could literally hear a pin hit the ground; jaws were dropped. You touched souls and pulled at the heart-strings of those like me who respect talent like yours. I am proud you pulled yourself up everytime your world came crashing down. I am inspired you never gave up and always fought, clawing back to the top – each and everytime becoming an even better version of the previous you. Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for making this great music, having strength to always put your story ahead of  worry. And Thank you for always being an inspiration – in your good times and bad.

Rocky Bourgoyne

Being forced to do something I don’t want to do

I have to walk away from my music for now. I will be back. But leaving is not by my choice. I am being forced. My life has taken a dramatic change of course. I have endured more in 2 weeks than most people endure in a lifetime. It’s not even nature that’s causing it. The natural order of things does not apply here. Mother nature doesn’t apply here. Nothing of any sense applies. It is a brutal invasion of privacy and freedoms. Listen, we are not free. If you live in a land under a government, you are not free. No place on Earth you are free and realizing just how vulnerable you really are is terrifying and extremely concerning. I can not have peace knowing this. I don’t have peace worrying if my every move will be judged, tracked and scrutinized. I can not have peace knowing that at any time, of any day, someone can come inside my home and tell me how I should be living on a property that I own and is paid for. I can not have peace living among so many people who are not happy if you are happy. I don’t have peace and for once in my life, I realize how America is not America that it once was so very long ago. It saddens me. Monsters and villains are not just in Disney movies; they exist every day in real life.


Tough Times…

More good people getting attacked and knives thrown their way. Thrown by people who have sad lives and must only destroy to feel like they are in power. In reality, these people are not in control of their own lives and are broken inside. People who unselfishly care and do for others are getting stepped on. People who never ask anything in return because they aren’t about material things, favors or score cards. Good will always triumph bad. Good always wins. Bad may have its time but it’s constantly on edge, constantly looking over its shoulders, constantly trying to feed its hunger with materials and distractions, constantly worried about losing, and constantly searching for happiness.
You will never have what I have. I am richer than any material object. I am happier than you’ll ever be because I choose to be different. I choose to be free. You choose to conform, settle, be told what to do, and follow the norm.I’m not made for the city. This grid-like, thoughtless, assembly line. With your cookie cutter houses and your shallow Sunday confessions; you look outside your window judging everyone and everything, yet ignore the ugly inside yourself. Your jealousy and hate is the destruction of American freedoms. You should really try putting yourself into other people’s shoes sometime and show some empathy. That is what’s missing in our society. Empathy. Too much emphasis is placed on competition, material things or looks. Amazing how in the land of the free you are not, but inside I am more free than you’ll ever be. You envy my freedom to do what I please. You envy my desire to think outside the box. You stand in your cardboard thrones and stare in disgust as you watch me move freely about, while you wait for permission to breath. Here I am being forced to bend over and take a ramming of corruption up my ass from thieves who stay up late at night trying to figure out how to rape the little guy. Well I got news for them. And to all you nosey, materialistic, robotic neighbors who want everyone to look and act just like you and other jealous, sad excuses for compassionate human beings – you are the ones who are truly fucked, not I. I have a double finger salute just for you and the rest of society who all think and act the same.