For all the people over the years who told me I have a gift, a talent, a purpose…Psychosis of Dreams is a reflection of them and their kind words doled out to my sun burnt face at Venice Beach. I do not think I was ever in isolation from the world when it came to writing this work. I believe the meaning of this album is arbitrarily fashioned, much like my ability to sing. I was not the one who bestowed this ability, it came from something other than myself. The noises and sounds from my heart and head are really just impressions of the world I’m surrounded by. And while I have been assailed off and on by beauty and sorrow in this lonely home in our universe, it is clear to me that things will always be this way.

The chaotic and traumatic nature of existence gives purpose to experiencing the extremities of the human emotional spectrum, in turn providing an opportunity to contemplate on what is most important in life. But even when the axioms are found—the precious findings illuminated, these mean nothing in the face of death.  And so I try to cope with death by infusing meaning into life, and I commit myself to the belief that love is what makes life worth living. It is an honorable pursuit to understand the meaninglessness of life and yet be moved by its gravity. And though death approaches unyieldingly, conquering all that is futile in this tragic loss of time and space—love, defiance, and evolution reign over the living and the hearts still beating. For this I am eternally grateful.