It doesn’t start in a studio.
It starts out here — where the morning light hits the dust and the road feels longer than your thoughts.
Somewhere between heartbreak and hope.
A sound was found.
These songs aren’t fiction.
They’re pieces of real lives — stories we’ve lived, and some we’ve lost.
When the sun drops, the stars come out.
That’s when the fire starts burning — and every melody finds its meaning.
Between the sea and the dirt.
That’s where we call home — real stories, real sound. What’s your story?