When Is Enough...Enough?

Long before the Coronavirus and people's rush to nab up as much toilet paper as possible we've been hoarding stuff. This is nothing new. 

There are close to 50,000 self-storage units in the US alone. That's a lot of space…


The Deathbed Review 

Old people who are dying on their deathbeds have two advantages:

1. They know with certainty that they're going to die very soon.

2. They have the opportunity to stop and reflect back on their lives and ask the question…


To Play For Free or Not For Free

In the course of your career as a musician or artist or any sort of freelancer you will be asked to provide your services for free. And it almost always comes in the form of "exposure". The question is do…


The Writer's Block Myth

There's no such thing as Writer's Block. Let me explain.

I used to suffer greatly from Writer's Block. I would wait and wait until that golden moment when inspiration would strike and I would take that opportunity to compose something…


The Right Metric?

What if clicks aren't the right metric? What if income isn't the right metric? What if maximizing our profits isn't the right goal?

The road of surviving self-employment is a dangerous one. And on that road clicks can mean income…


The Coronavirus and the Stock Market.

Fear can can cause us to make a lot rash decisions. A rush to the grocery store to stock up on toilet paper and food. A quick sell off of an investment that was never intended to be sold because…



I wrote this song based on the idea of God's steadfast and undying love contrasted with my love that sways and wavers and never remains constant. 

A pretty basic concept in theory. But what's hard to put into a 3-minute…


The Risky Road To Success

I'm terrified of risks. 

But there are smart risks and dumb risks. 

The risk it costs me to approach an unknown director and let him know I score movies is much much lower than the risk of jumping out of…


To Have Prestige Or Not

A budding musician once came up to me and ask my advice if she should go to Berklee College of Music. I asked her why she wanted to go. She said that she wanted to become a working Pop singer…


My Tarnished Lobe

Once, at the end of a show, an older woman came up to me, pulled my head down (she was only 4 feet 8 inches tall) and then proceeded to bite my right earlobe. 

Apparently, she loved the show so…


12 Notes

As a musician I rely on exactly 12 notes to create the music that I hear in my head. With these twelve notes I can create beautiful melodies or stack them to make wonderful harmonies. Not one note is more…


Quantity vs. Quality

Some time ago my wife had read about a social experiment where a group of scientists had separated a group of volunteers into two groups. In the first group, the volunteers had been asked to create a piece of artwork…