My lovely lady made this flyer for what potentially may be one of the coolest shows I will ever play.
Never thought I'd actually get to play music with musicians I look up to.


Blogging: A Paradise Hard to Come by These Days

I am truly so busy with work, school, writing, recording, working out show details, writing album reviews, spending time with my loved one and other random things that I just don't have time to make lengthy, relevant, or creative posts on here. I pretty much live my life day-by-day, trusting everything will get done on schedule and to the best ability, but it's just taxing to commit to creative works around these parts.

I used to post every other day or so, but I'm hardly posting every other week. I'm really sorry to you who read, I developed an odd, silent, fabricated relationship with you that is fading away along with my youth.

I've had a bunch of creative writing ideas but I can't get the pen to paper without neglecting something else. Hopefully, as schedules fluctuate and energy abounds on late nights such as this, I will return with something that may pique your interest or spark a fire within your thought process. Only time will tell.

Keep up with me in A Quiet Place and on Facebook, I guess.


I am Unhealed.

The words I speak are not words that define me in this current time and space.
I cannot reiterate any more efficiently: I'm broken and I'm losing ground.

Redeemer, meet me here.
I need an answer.

This is exactly how I feel.
Completely destroyed and fake to all that has embraced me.
You'll never know.

Or you might.

Lyrics to the album.

Do yourself a favor, listen to this album and gain just enough hope to find peace again.


"COME ON! I Just Apologized Five Minutes Ago..."

I have reached the epitome of hypocrisy.
There's an end I feel but have no ability to see.
And I have this idea that it's something I have to enable, still blind.
I literally see miracles on a daily basis, I see God literally speaking to me on my computer screen and not even so much as a blink.

How depraved, shaking in shame.

4 Jesus said to them, "A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home." 5 He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them. 6 He was amazed at their lack of faith.
-Mark 6:4-6


Experience the Sadness of Separation

Just a brief update to sort of chronicle A Quiet Place's progress.

This Saturday, the 7th, we recorded two new songs: "Bellow" and "Lost in Indifference" (an Every Day song).

You can listen to "Bellow" here (If you have about 16 minutes to spare):

We're playing our 3rd show on Friday with The Ongoing Concept and some other local bands, really hoping to increase our impact at this show. Now that we have a song with words, we might not be treated as a random gimmick at a show of "real" music, but something with relevance. I don't care how much we get treated as much as the relevance of our music is heard. We don't want to be the "inspirational music guys", we want to impress upon hearts and make a difference the only way we can: prayerfully introducing the love and power of God in any way we can.

Pushing past the fact that we play the music is really hard, but it's necessary while we play the music, in all honesty we don't compose it by our own means, but the Spirit inspires us. We'll jam and record it, and bam, that's our next song. No joke. Then we'll pray about it and it has depth and purpose and a full concept. No toiling over, "What sound do we go for?" or "What's this song gonna be about?". We just listen to God speak and play it, essentially. He is all we should boast about, because we're just messengers. Messengers never go, "I'm so proud of the message I sent, I worked so hard on it!", they speak for another person, even if their heart may agree with the message.

Most times I'm the one the message is for! "The Rest of the Verse" is a call for a quiet place to rest, and I need that so much with all the senseless worrying I do.
"Bellow" was written to sympathize with someone who feels cornered in their sin and needs the realization to repent and grace to be forgiven. I need that on a daily basis.

Just kind of blabbing right now...

Oh, another big thing for us, we're playing a show with Self-Proclaimed Narcissist on May 7th at the Hop! Very stoked to have the honor of playing with him, we've been talking a bit while trying to set up the show, he's a swell dude.

And we're getting a bass cabinet in a week or so, thanks to Choske's (our drummer) and my mothers, our $50 in album sales, and Andrew Brand (guitarist). It'll be loud! We're incredibly thankful for it, we won't have to borrow gear like lame people anymore.

That's about it, I believe.


Published my First Review as an Intern at Indie Vision Music!

My first legitimate act of journalism. I like to think I did a decent job, being out of my element and struck with a killer cold and all.
I never thought that starting this blog would lead to something like becoming a reviewer for a really solid Christian music site. I am truly blessed to be an intern, I really want to make it as a full-time staffer. Life gets busy, but if God wills it, it won't get too busy.


Take a look, any suggestions or critiques, send 'em my way!

So far I hope to review the upcoming Demon Hunter, Destroy Nate Allen, Heartside Hooligans, and The Ongoing Concept.

It'd be pretty sweet to get A Quiet Place on there.


Focus; Consistency; Endurance

The common cold is a routine reminder of myself as a feeble failure.

I am weak and am prone to complain quickly.

Found a faker for physical fatigue;
Guilty as naturally negative for the way I see things.

There are reasons for me to quit and lay in bed at every end of a good week or the start of a greater day.

This could hardly be considered creative, after all it's explicit, without secret, and redundant/irrelevant.
All I seek to be is perceived as such.

It has been that way and will continue.
My default in this new life has always been hopeful and enduring.