2026

Blog: A Song Of Ice & Gas Fire

Sorry to leave you all hanging last week, I was in prep mode for what would turn out to be a National Emergency. If you’re new around these parts, hi, my name is Charlie, I live in Nashville, Tennessee. If you’ve paying to the news at all in the last week you’ll know that we got destroyed with a historic ice storm, the repercussions of which a lot of the city is still actively dealing with. I want to let you in on what our experience was like during this & walk you through the last week, & a few days prior, of my life here.

The first thing I want to make abundantly clear before we begin is how grateful I am that things turned out the way they did for Evan & I. We (well, I) went into this preparing for the worst & did the best with that as I think I could. We are also incredibly fortunate to be back with electricity, hopefully that continues going forward, but we are continuing to live with the possibility of that not being the case. I am also grateful to have the financial means to prepare & adapt as this storm became apparent, during, & after the fact. A lot of what happened , & the cards that fell into place, seem a lot like divine providence. I’m grateful to the linemen who are still out working to restore people’s power. I’m grateful to the community of Nashville who have really stepped up to help & take care of one another in this time & the friends of ours that checked in insistently on us & offered up warm places for us to stay, should we have chosen to leave our house. So many in this city are still in the cold & the dark & my heart goes out to them. We got about half of what you all have been dealing with & I fear it will be something I will need to work through psychologically for the next bit of time.

The Week Before

Originally the forecast for us just said snow, a lot of snow, 12-16 inches, but still just snow. Manageable. As the week went on & the models continued to update it became apparent that the initial model was shifting north & that we would end up getting only a couple inches of snow, some sleet, & a whole lot of freezing rain. Then it became apparent that we would be THE center of the freezing rain at its worst. This is where the preparation started.

The first steps were weather sealing & preparing for the possibility of us losing power. Original projections said that we would only get about half an inch of accumulated freezing rain, of which they thought power outages would be sporadic & manageable. We invested in a bunch of weather stripping to reseal our windows & doors from the drafts, some pipe wraps to cut in half & use to seal the garage door, & some extension cords to plug into the back of the car, an electric truck that I had the privilege of attaining back in November. We searched fruitlessly for a generator, as did most of the city, but as indicated, came up dry there.

We bumped the heat in the house up to a consistent 75º (usually set to around 68º), charged the truck up to 100% (you typically only charge up to 80%), bumped the heater in my reef tank up to 80º (typically set to 78º), & stocked up on a myriad of food that we could eat without needing to cook it or heat it, that we could leave out without fear of it spoiling. We backed the truck up to right up against the garage door, ran two 100 foot extension cords from the bed, under the garage door, & through the garage entrance into the house. We covered all the sensitive outdoor plants in burlap sacks so as to protect them from the frost. And lastly, we made sure everything was charged all the way up; phones, tablets, laptops, battery backups, power tool batteries that we had an inverter for, & a back up battery pack for our wifi router (more on that later). We pulled stashes of potable water as well, just incase, for some reason, we couldn’t get water. Then we waited.

Our main concern with the power going out was our reef tank. I have a 185 gallon reef tank that, over the more than a decade of owning it, has accumulated probably thousands of dollars worth of coral, fish, & invertebrates. It’s a delicate ecosystem that has to stay within 75 & 80º, requires intensive lighting, & has internal chemistry that is dependent upon filters & pumps & rock & vegetation. It’s honestly a really great thing to own in the event of a sub-freezing power outage……..In addition to it, we have two cats, a dog, & a very large number of tropical house plants…like in the high 100s, most of which you aren’t supposed to let get into sub-50º temperatures. Really a recipe for disaster over here in this climate where it’s cold half of the year.

Sunday

We lost power at around 4:45 AM on Sunday. We accepted it for what it was, got up & put blankets over the tank & went back to bed to deal with the outage at a more proper time of morning. We’d already insulated the house & bumped the temperature, the only thing we could do at this point was preserve it the best we could.

We got up around 9 AM to continue our tasks. I moved the heater from the sump tank below the main aquarium, where the filters & such sit, into the main tank & plugged it into the main extension cord from the truck. What we hadn’t anticipated happening was that our cellular service also went out. Fortunately I had plugged in & set up the wifi back up the day prior! I told you it’d come back up. The battery back up actually operates on a separate modem & uses cellular to provide a weaker, but still reliable wifi signal. The battery pack for it lasts around 8 hours on a full charge. We kept it charged consistently using the power inverter & the power tool batteries.

Around 11 AM we were given a false hope. Our power sputtered on. It did so for only about a minute before there was a loud pop & we were once again without.

We spent most of the day doing little things around the house to keep things safe or warm in the slightest. We moved our nicer instruments to the primary bedroom where we were running a space heater off the truck, we ran a small space heater in the garage to help protect the pipes from freezing, we ate cereal, jerky, rice cakes, chips, granola bars, fruit, etc. in an attempt to avoid opening the fridge/freezer & I think by the evening we had only lost about 10º of heat with the fish tank holding strong.

We pulled most of the food we wanted to save from our fridge & put it in coolers outside. At one point in the evening Evan tried to heat a pitcher of vegetable broth with a candle warmer which took about an hour to get up to even the most lukewarm of temperatures. On his second batch, just before it got up to temperature, the cats came running through the living room, caught ahold of the cable for the warmer in the dark, & sent soup flying across the living room. This would be the first of several crash outs from the outage.

With the tank up to temp at night we opted to use the extension plug for a heated blanket which we layered under about two others on the bed & ran until we were well & toasty. At which point we unplugged the blanket & plugged the fish tank heater back in.

Our last saving grace of the day was finding that our gas water heater was still heating water, so we each took a long bath to soak out the cold from our bones before bed.

Monday

When we woke up Monday morning, now 24+ hours without power, the temperature in the house was sitting in the low 50s. Clearly the single space heater wasn’t going to cut it. Not that I really ever thought it would. Problem number one. Additionally, I opened up the front of the aquarium to check on things to find many a number of the fish & invertebrates dead despite the temperature consistency. Problem number two.

For problem one we needed to find a heating solution. There was a blatant one staring us in the face that we didn’t want to use, but that ended up being our only real option. Our gas fireplaces.

We have two ventless gas fireplaces in our house; one in the primary that passes between the bedroom & the bath & one in the living room. We don’t like to run them because they make the house have a kerosene smell, apparently that’s to be expected. You’re also not supposed to run them for longer than an hour to three at a time. Our main concern with them was the carbon monoxide that they put off, while it may be small amounts, it still is there & builds up over time. The other side of that coin is that while we occasionally use the bedroom one, & we cleaned it prior to the freeze, the one in the living room hadn’t been operational for several years. Around the afternoon that started to not matter.

We began running the bedroom fireplace pretty early in the day. I then went about doing what I could to get the living room one up & running. We cleaned it out, dusted it, & did the most tuning we could possibly do ourselves. Lowe & behold, I got it working. Though not without us both being incredibly wary of its existence.

Problem two was an oversight problem on my own part. After diving into the internet about saving your reef tank from a winter power outage, the first thing that came up was using a bubbler to keep oxygen flowing as the creatures in the tank will use up the majority of the oxygen in the water fairly quickly. Everything in my tank that died suffocated. I immediately shifted the tank plan.

My first course of action was to plug in a bubbler. I have a spare one that I keep in my car in the event that I pick up some fish from a shop in St. Louis on the way home from visiting my parents in KC. I plugged it into the one of the three outlets on the end of the extension cord, keeping the heater in as well. Then I started thinking about the nitrate cycle of the tank. Fish & food waste breaks down into nitrate, which then converts to nitrite, which then becomes ammonia, all of which are toxic to fish in varying degrees. Filters help to mitigate & remove these compounds from the water. I then made the executive decision to just relocate all of my efforts to the sump tank & power everything from there, it would allow the water to circulate, heat, & filter. It also made it so I could run my protein skimmer, a filter that uses aeration to catch excess proteins in the water, convert them into foam, & collects them in a cup as the foam rises. Think the foam that accumulates on a beach from the waves. I know it was an unsafe electrical decision, but I plugged all of that into one strip & isolated it on the extension cord. It didn’t overload it, so I guess that was good.

We were really running by the seat of our pants here. Our options were let the house freeze or maybe get carbon monoxide poisoning & die. Then the other side of that was risk starting a fire or lose the fish tank. I chose the riskier options on either hand making sure to have our battery operated carbon monoxide detector running & keeping an eye on the electrical.

We went through & pulled all of our stuff from the garage freezers, which amazingly still had full solid ice, & moved them outdoors in coolers as well.

This was also definitely the day our mental health started to deteriorate. I think Evan & I both did a lot of sitting around in layers, staring. We weren’t talking or watching things or reading or anything, it was too cold to. All we did was sit & stare & eat & problem solve as the problems arose. We took midday showers to keep warm & another in the evening.

By the time we closed out the night the temperature in the house was holding at around 55º. We both took a hydroxyzine (we’re prescribed, don’t worry) to help to cope with the anxiety of it all & began to wonder the same thing. Whether or not the tightness in our chests, the lightheadedness, the slight headache, the sleepiness, was from the drug neither of us had taken in a minute, or the fumes from the fireplaces. The fireplaces were turned off & we tucked in early for the night.

Tuesday

I woke Tuesday very stressed. At this point we were 48 hours in & the temperature in the house had dropped ten degrees overnight, putting us at 45º & the only option we had to reheat was the fireplaces that both of us were growing more & more leery of by the minute. Without much other option, they were turned back on.

I was also growing concerned about my corals. Corals are organisms that contain both a plant & an animal aspect & they have to photosynthesize to stay alive. The small amount of light from the windows doesn’t cut it either. I decided to plug a second strip in & run the lights…don’t try this at home kids.

As the morning crept into afternoon it became apparent that we were in trouble. Evan was mid crash out on the couch next to the fire when I walked down the stairs to find myself increasingly out of breath. I asked him if he was having the same issue, he was. We decided we needed to figure out another solution even though the alarm was still reading zero parts per million for CO.

Our roads were now thawed enough to get out of the neighborhood & Home Depot down the street had power & was showing available space heaters. That became the plan. Unplug the truck, go to Home Depot, see if they have space heaters & more extension cords for the truck & heat the house that way.

I don’t quite know where, when, or who it was that I saw, but I got a post from a friend on socials about picking up his rental car for his vacation. It clicked. I immediately called up Avis, booked something with four wheel drive & began to formulate a new plan.

Step one. Evan & I take the truck, which was still at 65% charge after being run for 2 days straight, & go to the airport where he’d drop me off & I’d pick up the rental car. Step two. While I was picking up the rental car he’d take the truck to a fast charger & charge it up to at least 80% again. Step three. While he was doing that, I’d take the rental & go to Home Depot for space heaters, extension cords, & maybe a generator (they didn't have any). Step four. We’d meet back up at home at which time we’d plug the other extension cords into the truck, plug the space heaters in off of them & plug the tank in with its lights on running each off their own circuit from the truck. Once that was established we’d start looking for hotels. The plan went off mostly effortlessly. The problem arose when we went to look for hotels.

With around a fourth of Nashville still without power, a lot of the hotels were booked up. Additionally we needed somewhere that would allow Pete to come with us, most of the places we called that had availability only allowed dogs up to 40 lbs, which I think is complete & utter bull. Lastly, most of the hotels that were available were pricey on pricey as the lower options had all been scooped up.

After an hour of calling we ended up getting ahold of Holston House in Downtown Nashville. Normally a fairly expensive stay, they were offering a local discount of around 40-50%. We booked it immediately. We then decided that we needed to test to make sure our plan was going to work, that the house & the tank wouldn’t overload the breaker on the truck & that it would at least hold temperature which was back up in the 50s from the fireplaces. We opted to go grab our first hot meal in 62 hours & come back to check in once we were done.

As soon as we moved the seat protectors for the dog from the truck to the rental our power came back on. As soon as we finished with that task. We were bound to our hotel room for the night already so instead of going to dinner we shifted our attention to packing a bag for the night for both of us & Pete & returning things to being plugged in that needed it, fully preparing for the possibility of the power dipping out again. I returned the plug ins for the fish tank back to the wall with the exception of the heater & the bubbler, which I returned to the main tank just in case.

The hotel was lovely, they gave us complimentary cocktails upon arrival. We got up to the warm room, ordered our first hot meal of a cheeseburger, pot roast, & truffle fries & found ourselves full of gratitude while also being entirely fried from a nervous system point of view. I’d spent the last two & a half days making a lot of the decisions for the two of us, most of which felt like they were potentially putting us in harms way. It was a balancing act of figuring out what was worth the risk & what wasn’t.

Aftermath

We fortunately never lost power again. Naturally we extended the invitation that so many lovely folks extended our way to those still without power all while continuing to prepare for the possibility that we might lose power again. We’re keeping our house at an elevated temperature, we’re keeping the car charged, we’re keeping the tank warmer than usual, we’re staying stocked of dry provisions & making sure batteries are charged.

At its peak there were around 250,000 homes & businesses without power. When ours was restored the number was down to around 140,000. Today, four days later, that number still sits around 60,000 with many of those people seeing no end in sight for this nightmare. The weather here hasn’t gotten above freezing since before the storm & won’t be until next week. Nashville Electric, who has severely dropped the ball for this, is projecting that some people won’t have power for another week still. The mishandling of this disaster on their part has cost people lives, livelihood, & their sanity. It’s completely unacceptable. Some who have gained power have lost it again, others didn’t lose power until Wednesday or Thursday with even more people having lost power today.

The linemen here are not at fault, praise be to them. That blame lands with NES, the Nashville government, & the Tennessee government. They were unprepared, they rely on antiquated technology for our electrical grid, & have done truly very little to help the constituents trapped without power in sub-freezing conditions. Many parts of Nashville look like a tornado went through. Most of our trees are still covered in ice & my fear is once it begins to thaw next week that it’ll knock out more power from the limbs or trees that are frozen aloft that no longer have the ice holding them in place. To say it’s a mess is putting it lightly.

Again, I cannot state how fortunate Evan & I were to have only had to go 62 hours without power. Many people have gone a full week at this point. I pray for those still in the cold & the dark. I pray for those who are out repairing lines & cutting down trees. I pray for this city, but I am amazed by the community that has risen above & beyond here. If you are in Nashville reading this, please stay safe, stay warm, & lean on one another to help or receive help where you can.

Additionally, I’ve linked some resources here from Nashville Scene if you are a local in need.

As Always, Much Love To You All,

-C

Blog: Just Give Me A Sec

I’m going to be real with you all, I do not feel like writing today but I’m going to because it’s important that I push through & it’s important that I maintain this space as a refuge of honesty, vulnerability, & a reflection of myself. I’m not going to make this blog about any of the things I just told you, because I’ve done that in the past & I’d be retreading the same words in a different order. The reason, primarily, that I don’t feel like writing a blog today is because of the topics that I actually want to talk about. I want to talk about the “we told you so’s” of the US political landscape aren’t vindicating & are in fact just further disheartening. I was to talk about how those who are disengaging with everything happening are those who need to be paying attention the most, who vote in these cycles of hate & division. I want to talk about how even though so many of us are so exhausted by what’s happening, that it’s important for us not to look away. To not turn a blind eye to all of it but to also maintain our mental, physical, & spiritual health. I want to talk about how it’s okay to lean on your vices to get you through right now, that there’s no judgement there. But of all of those topics, of which might be reserved for later days, I’m not going to write on any of them today.

Part of that boils down to me taking care of my mental health. I could go on another tangent, another rant & type til my fingers bleed in the off chance that it gets someone to actually care about other people but I already am doing that on the daily. I am posting & reposting constantly in the hopes that someone finally gets it, that someone finally sees through the BS & decides to lean into supporting those we are all called to love, our neighbors, & does something about it. I just can’t today. I can’t because I am tired. Tonight I am tired. & it sucks, it really does, because all in all, at this current moment in time, my circumstance is pretty fine. I just know that is not the case for a lot of folks I claim as family or hold love for. Not that that should matter. Not that the fact that I have names to faces & shared experiences or memory should be the thing that prompts me to speak out in the face of evil & injustice. I have a platform that I have been blessed with. I have people show up here consistently & ingest the words I put virtually to paper & that is a blessing. So to some degree, I know I owe my voice & my platform to those in need in the times when voices are called upon to amplify suffering. I just can’t be that today, or I guess constantly on this site.

I’ve always said this blog is a mixed bag of things, I want that to remain true. I can’t constantly be waving the flag of justice in this format for a couple of reasons. The first is that while social/climate/political justice is definitely a part of who I am, it isn’t all that “Charlie Rogers” is as a brand, which, unfortunately, is what I am. I am an artist & a part of being an artist, especially commercially facing, is being a brand. I said last week that I’m more than willing to sacrifice that, but if that is all this blog becomes or is allowed to be, then I fear I will either end up yelling into an echo chamber once those who disagree with me have left, or my music brand/persona will veer entirely into the realm of political commentary & will send me spiraling off track.

I guess I don’t entirely know what I’m trying to say here. I think in a lot of ways what I’ve written thus far sounds like I don’t want to speak up any more & that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I just need a break this week & I’m sure a lot of you reading this could as well, otherwise we run the risk of driving this into the realm of disaster porn. Where we intake more & more of this horrific content & find ourselves endlessly searching for something else to be upset about. Not that the ever growing list is in any way in short supply of that. It wears you down, & that’s where I think I am right now. Worn down.

I sat here at my desk for an hour & a half staring at the title line of this blog input. I wrote in example titles of each of the topics that I listed in the opening paragraph but every time I did I felt the pang of that “here we go again” exhaustion creep up. The call of the void that leads to me sitting in a place of fury & resentment for the duration of the time that it takes for me to write these entries. Instead I opted for none of them & offered up an explanation that circumnavigates them instead of steering us into the maw of this depression inducing Charybdian cesspool. And maybe in doing so I’ve allowed some of you to be picked off or fall away so that we can continue on, but I guess that’s the price I’m paying here…Are these greek mythology metaphors doing it for you? That’s what the kids are after these days right? Loose allegory that evokes the Odyssey? (If all of that flew over your head you’ve got a bit of reading up to do before Chris Nolan comes swinging through next summer.)

So I guess in a lot of ways, instead of opting to screaming into the digital void, I’ve offered you all a bit of a nothing burger this week. A look into my splintered, ruptured psyche at the moment & all the vapid contradictions that come with it. But I think a lot of us are feeling this way. A lot of us want so desperately to share every single thing that comes across our laps in the hopes that it finally sparks something in the hearts & minds of those who are in favor of all of this chaos, or at the very least are complicit in it. I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to set the torch down for a minute, to collect your thoughts, to ease your soul, to unburden your hearts, to shift the focus of your mind, & allow the eyes & ears to fall upon softer happenings at the moment. This will be a marathon, not a sprint & it’s important that we pace ourselves so that we can make it to the finish line with some semblance of sanity.

I think this week will be a shorter posting. I’m not here to check out of the problems the world is facing, nor am I here to deflect my responsibility in upholding the systems & practices that led us here. I just know that this is far from over & while others take to the streets where they are shot, arrested, beaten, disappeared, it is important that those of us paying attention assist where we can & rest when we need so that when the battle shifts to our doorstep we are prepared to confront it.

As always, much love to you all,

-C

Blog: Shut Up & Sing

Hi all,

Welcome to 2026…what a wild ride it has been thus far. I hope you had yourself happy holidays in spite of all the goings on of the world & are looking forward to the coming year, no matter how deflating the first ten days of it have been.

If you hadn’t guessed by the title of this here blog, we’re going to call a spade a spade & talk about it. At least to a degree. I won’t be going into the gruesome details, we’ve all seen the clips. Nor shall I be diving into the news or any other specifics around the current events that are circling us all like black buzzards in the sky. I want to instead talk about this weird phenomenon that seems to only be centered around artists. That is the idea of people saying “shut up & sing.”

It’s not something exclusive to singers/songwriters either, it often applies to actors, painters, novelists, anyone within the creative field. It’s this idea that the politics of the person creating the art should never be heard…even though art, in all of its forms, is inherently political. Art is always saying something, that’s the point. It is the entire point actually, & this philosophy that we as artists should never be pundits, is nothing short of ludicrous. When in reality artists are often the ones we turn to most for their punditry.

Every artistic movement in history has cropped up in response to the happenings of the world around it. Every. Single. One. The rise of certain trends in music, styles of painting, types of literature are always intrinsically linked to the goings on in the world that surrounds the creator. It’s natural. It’s logical. It’s what makes art, art. The problem that emerges comes from the discrepancy of assigned meaning which also, in every natural way possible, is intrinsically applied to a piece of work.

We as artists can self express & create endlessly. We can emote, put pin to paper, put paint to canvas, motion to clay, fire to metal, lyrics to music, produce recreations & extensions of our self, our feelings, our thoughts til we’re blue in the face. And let me be clear, that has immense value, creating to create is the ideal motive for art. However, that is not the world we live in unfortunately. A lot of the time we are creating for the goal of monetization. We are creating a product, something that connects to a consumer & has them feel some sort of way about the art they are consuming. The broader the scope, the more lucrative it is. Yay capitalism I guess… The dissonance comes from when the ideals & preconceived notions of the consumer do not line up with the intent of the author. And for all intents & purposes, why should they? We all live in our own human experiences with our own beliefs & emotions, & we find commonality in the communication of said life lines through said expressions of humanity. It upsets us when our assumptions don’t match the intended message of a work because it creates a rift between our personal experiences & that of the creator.

In that instance I understand. This then leads to a lashing out. You expressed something contrary to what I believed about something that I consumed & enjoyed & I take that personally because in essence, this has become an extension of who I am as person & the ways in which I express myself. That then falls back onto the artist instead of the consumer whose job it should be to look at these two diverging fields of thought & try to understand the commonality between them. Remember, the artist will never know your point of view on their piece. They created their art as an extension of themselves. Its intended purpose is as they have stated & if that doesn’t align with the way in which you have interpreted their art, it is up to you as a consumer to understand why & potentially a different way of looking at the piece. The artist cannot cater to the ‘x’ amount of people who engage with their art, the only thing they can control is themselves & the way they express their feelings & beliefs. Please do try to remember that going forward.

In the current world & its political climate I often see this idea of “oh, I wish they’d just shut up & sing” reflecting what I just talked about above. The crazy thing to me is that it typically is directed towards more liberal ways of thinking. As if art & the expression there of are not ‘liberal’ ways on engaging with the world. To be an artist is to be a free thinker, to interact with the world in a way that is often abstract & can vary wildly from the nuanced to the brazen. No one on the left side of the aisle is out here saying “shut up & sing” we just (typically) choose to no longer engage with art that we see as damaging to the psyche & wellbeing of those around us. It’s also statistically a much fewer & farther between practice as, again statistically, a more rigid, conservative mind, seldom produces art of measure & social impact. I’m sure some of y’all are going to be maddened by that statement, I’d challenge you to examine why that is.

I think at this point I’d like to take this out of the broad scope that I’ve presented & narrow it down to myself specifically. After all, I am the artist involved here.

I mean that not just as in “I am the artist (musically) involved here,” but also as the artist (writer) involved here. You are reading what equates to a piece of art, I have something to say, I am saying it here. It will stir up feelings within you that either align with my way of thinking to varying degrees, or completely oppose it. Either way, I am the creator & my intended purpose for the construction of this piece of ‘art’ is as stated by me the artist creating this piece of art.

We are seeing, around the globe, the rise of fascism. Many of you don’t want to call that specific spade a spade because you voted for it, but it is. In every single definition, it is. I am seeing more & more people speaking up against the growing pressure of this regressive political movement & with said rise in vocalization, I too am seeing this narrative of “shut up & sing” rearing its myopic head & it’s stirred some thoughts within me as someone who finds themselves on the receiving end of this thought.

My dad always used to say that to me. When I was starting out in music I would get called out by him for posting things that were political, that spoke out against injustice. He would tell me that it would cost me my career, that, especially in country music, I was throwing away my chanced & maybe he was right. Maybe, after all of this time trying endlessly to make it in this industry my father was correct, but I think I’ve realized something. I think, especially over the last year or so as the authoritarian BS rains down upon America, I have been standing in front of this problem & not allowing myself to have the revelation that I needed to push through. Maybe he’s right. Maybe my insistence upon sharing the ugly, calling out the hate, the damage, the corruption, my need to stand with the disenfranchised, the broken, the targeted has cost me a foot hold or hundreds in the music industry or in the pursuit of creating a fan base. Maybe that’s true. It probably is. But if the price of this career, this job, is my silence in the face of suffering, injustice, atrocities, & malicious intent then I do not think the job is worth the price.

I do not think any job is worth me being complicit, is worth my silence, is worth not standing up for what I believe to my core to be right. If that is what costs me the thing I’ve worked towards for over a decade of my life, then so be it. It’s not worth it anyway.

I don’t feel that’s the case though. If anything, I think all that it has helped me to do is weed out those who I don’t want by my side anyway, those who I would rather not have as fans. It removes any chance of that dissonance & allows me to carry on towards something that is whole heartedly aligned with who I am as an artist & person.

As Always My Dears,

Much Love To You All,

-C