For nearly twenty years, I kept a collection of songs locked away in the dark. They were written between 2004 and 2007, after the devastating loss of my fiancée, Joanna, in March of ’04. For a long time, dusting them off felt like opening a wound I wasn’t sure I could survive again. The hurt behind these tracks isn’t a concept; it’s the reality of a life that was shattered in a single moment.

But here’s the thing about music: it’s a place to cry, a place to bleed, and ultimately – a place to heal.

I’m releasing Coyote Chronicles not for a chart position or a radio play, but because when I step up to the microphone, I owe you the truth. If you’re going to listen to me sing, you need to know that this isn’t an act. I don’t like to sing about sorrow; but know when I do, the weight of it in comes from deepest part of my soul.

From the desolation of tracks like “Meet My New Friend Misery” to the complex survival of “Living Without You” and the raw confusion of “How Can You Love Me,” this album is a sonic timeline of grief, anger, and the messy, process of trying to move forward when the ground is gone.

This album is for the ones who know that country music isn’t always about the party. Sometimes, it’s just the only friend available at 3 AM when the rest of the world cannot relate.

This is my real backstory, this is Coyote Chronicles.

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“I didn’t choose music because it looked cool. I chose it because it’s the only hand I have left to play ’cause everything else failed.”

Most bios talk about the neon lights, the tour buses, and the party. That ain’t my story. My story is about relationships break your heart, a career that doesn’t pay the bills, and plans that didn’t work out the way you expected them to… In those moments, the only thing still holding me together was a pen, paper, and a cheap guitar that couldn’t hold tune for shit.

For a long time, I tried the path you’re ‘supposed’ to take. The path that looks right on paper. I followed directions, colored inside the lines, only to wind up in a spot where the future still has more questions than certainty, and more struggle than peace. It turns out that the rains come, and sometimes they wash out your plans. However, you have to grab a new sheet of paper and start again. Here I am.

Vuck Luck isn’t a character I’m playing; it’s genuinely who I am… A man who has endured the pain, strain, beers, and tears that coincide with a lifetime of ‘Fuck-Luck’. Yet, life presented me with two choices: give up, or refuse to surrender. I choose the latter. Now, I’m sharing the songs I’ve written and hope they resonate with other people who have been down on their luck, broke to the point where they still had to cash in pop cans after donating plasma, and been so heartbroken that they were scared to talk about it, knowing it would make them cry.

I’m not here to tell you that everything will be okay. I’m here to tell you that you’re not alone – we’re still here, and we have to keep grinding forward. So let’s laugh, let’s drink, and let’s be fully vested in the good times… because when the hard times knock on your door again, you will know you will keep pushing forward. This is our fight. Welcome to the pack.

Vuck Luck

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