I’ve been on a pretty crazy journey in my life. I was a promising singer/songwriter from NY. I got to open for Maroon 5. Play at CBGBs. It was going well, and I was truly happy for the first time in my life.

Then my dad died. And I couldn’t play music for almost a decade. Then, a few months after I decided to try again, I became severely disabled with CRPS, rending me a completely non functional human.

I wrote him this song the day after he died, at our family piano that now belongs to another family. It took 15 years to finish (and a very serious surgery where they had to put diodes on my spine and a battery inside my back), but I finally got to record a debut album. And I finished it for him. The song and the album.

Next week marks the 17th anniversary of him passing. I was thinking about him a lot tonight (he was a big fan of the MLB draft) and couldn’t sleep. Figured maybe someone else was feeling that pain too.