About
No superheroes. No mustachioed villains. No clean endings. Just loud guitars, soaring ballads, hard questions, and the uncomfortable space where most of us actually live. Âmebrûlante is my live-journal with power chords, which I started writing because I thought I had something to defend. Somewhere along the way, the songs started defending me from my own excuses and propaganda. They've forced me to confront pride, regret, anger, hope, forgiveness... and the unsettling fact that I don't always live up to the person I try to convince myself that I am. These songs *don't* promise answers. What they *do* promise is *an honest search for them.* Sometimes, they ride the *shadows of grace*. Sometimes, they ride *language that's a little coarse*. Either way, I'm being as honest as I know how. If something here *makes you squirm*, know that it *made me squirm first*. Welcome aboard. Almost always open for feedback, collaboration and/or conversation. Contact: [email protected]