leftovers

If ever there was a year that proved the importance of art and music, it was 2020. None of us will ever forget the shutdowns and quarantine, the covidiots and maskholes, and all the drama that surrounded the presidential election and the protests following the murder of George Floyd by police in Minnesota. All together, it combined to make a steaming shitshow of a year that most of us had no choice but to watch from afar in the confines of our own homes. But what kept me - and millions of others - going through the groundhog-day style monotony of working from home and isolation from friends and family was music. Whether it was discovering new musicians online, getting ear candy from favorite artists, or taking the time to practice or even learn an instrument, music is what saved many of our souls. I had some intense reactions to new music this year, discovering at least one new favorite artist, and releasing some new and old music of my own in the form of my retrospective "Recolle

On May 26, 2000, my brother and I loaded up our cars with all the belongings we cared to keep and headed west on a two-day journey to our new home: Los Angeles, CA. I could never have imagined then what adventures the next twenty years would hold. The high and lows with the various bands I've been in, my rewarding work (really) behind the scenes in Hollywood, all the great friends I've made, and meeting and marrying the lover of my life, Dylan. I do often think about what that Devin, the one who arrived in LA with a bunch of dreams and not a whole lot of plans on how I would make those dreams come true, would think of the man I've become. Back then, I figured the California way was just to trust the universe and let things happen. It wasn't until later that I realized how truly hard you have to push to make things happen, and I'd like to think I've found a balance now between my artistic and creative expression and my work ethic and lifestyle I've striven