This is my music space. I love music. It is my life. I can't be in a place without music for long periods of time without going insane. It has always been a part of my life, from when I used to hide up in my room and record my voice over a music bed and pretend I was on the radio to really being on WHHB 99.9 FM in high school and WECB and WERS in college. Music to me is one of the most beautiful forms of expression mankind has evolved. Music is sacred and profane. Music is noise and art. It is all sorts of pretty words and their antonyms. But above all, it fuckin' rocks, dude!

I've decided to pursue music as a career. Since I can't play anything worth mentioning and my operatic soprano does not fit the type of music I wish to pursue, I decided to become an audio engineer. This site, hopefully, will become the home base for my music production company, label, and studio. But that is all fairly far away.

Its closer than it was when I first designed this site. This was the first page I ever built, after the home page. For me, it was the most important thing to go up... before the poems, the stories, the RPG shit... before everything in my life is my music. Music brings me to tears, it elates me, it makes me horny. (You think I'm kidding? Listen to 'Blood, Milk, and Sky' by White Zombie followed by 'My Own Summer: Shove It' by the Deftones and TELL me you don't want to fuck.) I've officially graduated and I am working on rising through the ranks of the studio production world. We'll see if it goes anywhere...

Since I have the time and the space, I want to publicly thank two people. Without them, I'd never be here. Leigh Fitzgerald, my radio show CO-host, concert sister, and the all-around best friend a girl could ever hope to have. Without her, I never would have gone to any good shows, heard the best music before anyone else, or even known that being a part of the music I so love and cherish was something I could do. I really owe where I am right now to her dragging my white-whale-havin' ass to every rock show in Massachusetts. And Brandon Boyd, of Incubus fame. He encouraged me to follow my heart and not go into paleo-Marine Biology like I had been planning my entire life. He encouraged me to do what I wanted, not what my parents wanted me to do. If it wasn't for him, I might have wussed out and I'd never be the Rockstar I am now. Yes, when I win a Grammy (STOP LAUGHING! I WILL WIN ONE!) you guys get thanked again, along with Mom and Dad, and the rest.

So now that I've babbled my fool head off, check out the pages. And fear my interfaces!