I try to imagine my life before I was so involved in music. I simply can’t think back that far. Nor, can I imagine a world where I do not engage in some way shape or form in the process of making, documenting or promoting it. The strange thing is that I don’t remember choosing this path. If anything, I thought I would end up practicing my art—photography. But there is something about this industry-much like an abusive lover- I always return to. It torments and tests me in every way possible, and still here I am.