
For The Men Who Say They’re Fine
This for the men who laugh too loud when the room goes quiet and dark, the ones who say “I’m sound, mate,” with a riot in their heart. The ones who fix everybody else…
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I write about the shit people think about, but don’t always know how to say.
Choose the response that fits. You can change it later.
I’m just a bloke from Hull.
I’ve worked all sorts of jobs over the years, raised three amazing kids, laughed more than I probably should have, lost people I never wanted to lose and, like everybody else, had life absolutely kick me up the arse more than once.
I don't write characters or pretend I've got everything figured out. I write from real life, the good bits, the shit bits and the things most of us think about but don't always say out loud.
Not every track needs to change the world. If something I've written makes one person feel understood, starts a conversation or makes someone realise they're not on their own, it's already done something worthwhile.
This was never just about putting music online. It's about creating something from everything life's thrown at me, enjoying where it takes me and using the journey to do some good along the way.
EVERY TRACK STARTS SOMEWHERE. MINE USUALLY STARTS WITH WORDS.
Long before I started releasing music, I wrote. Poems, thoughts, memories and bits of life that needed somewhere to go.
Some are about mental health. Some about family, loss, neurodivergence, growing older, being a dad, fucking things up, getting back up and everything else life throws at us.
Those words eventually found beats, melodies and a voice.
The music might be what you hear, but the words are where you'll find me.

This for the men who laugh too loud when the room goes quiet and dark, the ones who say “I’m sound, mate,” with a riot in their heart. The ones who fix everybody else…

I hit forty and the mask came loose, not gentle, not clean, not nice, more like life grabbed the zip at the back and ripped the bastard twice. All them years acting normal, smiling,…

Before they drag my past up like they’ve found a buried bone, let me save them all the digging, I’ll show the ugly on my own. I weren’t born clean and gentle, with soft…
I didn’t build a studio because I suddenly decided I knew what I was doing. Quite the opposite
I’m learning it properly. Production, recording, vocal control, pitch, breathing, mixing and everything else that comes with taking the music from an idea in my head to something that’s actually mine from beginning to end.
The studio is where that next part happens.
I’ll be sharing the progress, the equipment, what I’m learning, what goes wrong, what finally clicks and eventually the moment my own voice replaces the one you’ve heard on the tracks so far.
No pretending I’m already there. Just documenting what it takes to get there.
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