Somewhere along the way, I think we lost it. I’m not sure where or how or why. I’m not sure it’s important, to be honest. It didn’t happen all at once, but it’s certainly gone now. Curiosity. We need to keep learning. Why is there such a negative atmosphere surrounding learning? When did it become cool to be fucking stupid?

Knowledge is free. Duolingo. Khan Academy. Google Scholar. Something. Just please don’t tell me you don’t know who the Vice President is. Come on people. We’re better than this. This is why people think Americans are stupid.

We are such incredible human beings with so much potential.

I’m writing this from a crammed Greyhound bus in eastern Connecticut. It’s raining, my hamstrings are tight, it’s nearly eighty degrees on the bus. The man next to me is nearly 300 pounds and is unable to buckle is seatbelt because of the size of his stomach. He is currently starting his fourth McDonald’s hamburger.

He looks so miserable.

Hey, at least there’s free onboard WiFi.





An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “15 – 20 years.”
“But what then?” Asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

I’m right here, jelly bean.





Heavy Downpour

The road to a mental recovery is a not an easy one. I have to believe in my heart that there’s something else out there. Metaphorically, I feel as if I’m floating in space. A lack of gravity seems to grant me no control over my own emotions, but it also adds a whole dimension of mystery. There’s a lot of empty space on the other side. I’m not sure what I’ll fill it with. It’s just there. An opportunity.

Today, let everything. You never know what great gifts life holds. The term opportunity is disguise is very real. Keep a long exposure on that lens. Let everything in. God works in mysterious ways.

This is quite a set. I’m fucking vibing hard.

Will you still love me?

Because you have such tremendous talents, a world of opportunity awaits. Go kill em.

Stay hungry. Stay frosty.

I’m right here.





“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” – George Bernard Shaw

In only a few shorts days, my life has been altered in a serious and permanent way.

Due to numerous concussions, my collegiate football career is officially over. The waves of emotion passing through me are alarming, and getting my mind in the right spot will take time and effort. For now . . .

Stay frosty. Work hard.





Lucas Türschmann: German producer that knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s out of Berlin, and he’s fucking cool. Like really cool. It’s not high art, it’s not epic. It’s chill. None of these tracks have huge drops of breaks, but a steady vibe that you can relax to. The feeling of ease is encapsulating and superfluous.

Head over to his website for more free remixes and sweet album art.

His remix of Another Day in Paradise by Phil Collins might be my favorite song right now.


Fast Car (Remix). Relax. It’s all good.

Türschmann online:
Official Website - Free downloads


Fast Car (Remix)


Stay frosty.





Headed to college. Insanity. I’ll be back to posting new music every day very soon. Stay tuned.

I’ve had the summertime bug for a while now. I think it started with Daft Punk’s new vibe (decide what you want about it) and it’s just grown on me.

Anyway, I’ve got the new logo set up. Under the booking page. Stay frosty.

Ah. This is too good.

Come take a dip. The water is cool just like you.




“In every contest, there comes a moment that defines winning from losing. The true warrior understans and seizes that moment by giving an effort so intensive and so intuitive that it could only be called one from the heart.”
-Pat Riley

I believe that every moment of executed excellence is one from the heart. Excellence is a very deliberate and sophisticated notion, and every person that has ever stood atop victory mountain knows this. So win today. Do whatever it takes.

Win the Day. Prove to everyone how excellent you are today.

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