I don’t have many vices in life, but one that I’ll fully confess to is record collecting. I love physical media: the thrill of the hunt, the endorphin rush that comes with the discovery of a long-coveted artifact… it’s a form of archaeology that has evolved over time and become both easier and yet somehow also more complex in the modern digital age. While the ease of access to sound and media is remarkable, with nearly any piece of music available to hear with just a few keystrokes and clicks, one of the key elements removed from the world of streaming algorithms and digital playlists is the art of the liner note. I absolutely love writing liner notes.

Having spent much of my young adulthood managing record stores, over time I came to befriend a number of record labels with kindred enthusiasms who asked me to contribute historical context and fresh perspectives to their reissues of vintage music.

I consider this work some of the most beloved in my portfolio, and using my skills to help retell the stories of artists and creators whose work often proved to be too ahead of the curve is, in my humble opinion, the utmost privilege and honor.