this is the nobska lighthouse on cape cod in woods hole, ma. 3 years ago, i wrote a song about a youthful night of women, wine, and an awesome life experience. i wasn't sure what to name it. phil, the bass player in my band at the time, suggested we call it "nobska."

3 years later, i looked at this beach and lighthouse for the first time. it was as if someone took every memory from that night i had written about and wrapped it up in a beautiful package bordering the ocean in woods hole. i was absolutely taken aback.

sometimes, i feel as if my artistic effort was never appreciated. we didn't sell enough CDs... we didn't reach enough people... we didn't get any radio play... we failed more than we succeeded. but it's places and moments like these that remind me why i made music: to enjoy it with the people i felt most creative with. we were a solid band with heavy messages about love, sex, revolution, and emotion... but i now realize i don't give a fuck that no one listened.

if they had, maybe they would have learned something.

i know i did by writing these songs.