‘The Music Life’... much like ‘Life, Itself’

This music thing, much like anything in life, is like attempting to get on a super highway:

As a ‘rookie’, you’re so eager to accelerate on the on-ramp and get your ass into ‘life in the fast lane.’ 100 MPH to freedom!

But it’s that damn slow lane, that’s always filled bumper-to-bumper with many others:

They’re either stuck in their anxious ways and can’t handle the speed... stuck in a rut and can’t decide on the next move... or, sadly, have officially had enough and looking for the next exit...

… and it’s always ‘rush hour.’

All you want is a window, and you’ll do whatever it takes to get in... then get a shot at the next move... and depending on what kind of super highway you choose to enter... one more lane... ‘the fast lane.’

If you’re too eager, or too aggressive, you ‘crash and burn.’ If you take your sweet time, or become too timid and indecisive, it messes up the eager guys behind you, leading to another possible ‘crash and burn.’

It’s all about patience and opportunity - waiting your turn - then striking when the window opens.

And never looking back.


As most of you already know…

… I’m a die-hard lover of the New Orleans Saints.

Today, like most members of the Who Dat Nation, I am in mourning.

Not because I feel like we were robbed (oh, don’t worry - that’s coming.) Not because Roger Goodell secretly still has it out for us. Not because winning would have ultimately given us a berth in a second Super Bowl.

This loss feels worse than enduring the ‘Minnesota Miracle’ last season, where I was catatonic for a solid seven minutes. Before my sister won Miss Louisiana in 1990, she got first runner-up twice. Yep - feels a lot like that. Shocking. Painful. Sad.


Despite all that, what I am about to say may come as a shock to you, and it’s given me anxiety pains since the playoffs began, so let’s hurry up, spit this out and get on with our lives:

I didn’t think we were the better team.


Since watching the Saints on Thanksgiving earlier this year, we haven’t been the same team we were during the ten-game winning streak. The offensive output slowed. Instead of winning games handily, it seems we escaped.

Call it injuries. Call it being exposed. It just… didn’t feel the same the last quarter of the season.

That being said… this team ‘over-achieved.’ Very proud of these guys.


I agree there were several non-calls in that game on both sides. They ‘let the boys play’ as they say, which I guess is fine. But you cannot deny - CANNOT deny - that pass interference should have been called on that particular play.

You also cannot deny that if the flag is thrown, we run out the clock, hit the chip-shot field goal, and punch our tickets to the Super Bowl.

You can’t deny that. THAT non-call. On THAT play. At THAT moment in the game.

Okay - maybe the Rams were a better team. I can live with that. But come on! We win the game if that penalty is called. You know it.

But… it wasn’t. We lost. It’s the way of things.

Proud of the Saints. They had an amazing season. Bless you Boys!

So, what happens now? Is this the end? Or does Payton and Brees give it one more go? Surely you can’t walk away after being hosed like that. Surely it can’t get any worse…

… wait, I’m gonna take that back. I don’t want to find out something worse than that.

Alright - off my soap box. Can someone cheer me up? Feed me tacos, tell me you have a crush on me, grab my butt? Or maybe go buy some Erick Fayard merch:


Love you, Guys. Talk soon!



An exact year ago, I wrote a post to tell all of you that I would be starting a blog, detailing what I imagined would be a very busy year with the releases of my two debut singles, ‘Rain’ and ‘Only One.’


It turns out that 2018 was so busy that there was no time to fit in a blog post anywhere. Which sucks, because this year was FILLED with amazing experiences - road trips, a flight out west, excessive amounts of Yuengling consumption on beaches, and… above all else… gigs all over America. Literally.

Damn - that’s an awesome thing to say.

This year was, without a doubt, my greatest year career-wise, and there are a ton of you to thank:


To JONATHAN CAMACHO - my Master Jedi - thank you so much for fitting me into your extremely busy schedule to hammer out the tunes, and continuing to be a pivotal, um, ‘force’ in my journey.

You’re an amazing producer and musician - but more importantly - you’re an amazing person. I look forward to learning more and more from you in the years to come. Thank you!


To GARTH LaGRONE - my Partner-in-Crime - thank you for letting me tag along with you during two tours, the ‘Christmas Hangover’ tour and the ‘Honky Tonks and Cheap Motels’ tour.

Ten dates in seven states, and traveled across other states, as well. Without a doubt - it was the No. 1 highlight of the year. Thanks, Brother!


To THOMAS WRIGHT - my Texas Connection - you’ve put me in front of more Texas Music fans than I’ve ever been in front of. Pflugerville, Cottonwood Shores, Kingwood, Midland, Corsicana, Gail, and many, many other points in between.

Got to see some of the most beautiful landscapes of this wonderful state along the way, and it’s all because of your hard work. Thanks so much, Man! (Just remembered - Tulsa! Not Texas, but you know what I mean. Ha!)


To LINDA WILSON - ‘Madam President’ - I’ve only known you for a short time, but you’ve already opened up a ton of doors for me this year, and I absolutely cannot wait for 2019. Gonna be a blast! Many thanks to you and Richard for everything.


There’s a ton more that I could list here - I swear, this would take all year - and next year - this is my place to tell you, ‘Thank you so much!’

A great year awaits!

Thank you!

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Hey Everybody!

Adding a new wrinkle to the website - a blog!

I'll be sharing stories from the past, the focus of the present, and hopes for the future. I think it'll be a nice addition to the site. 

And also... I just love to write.

So yeah - be on the lookout for future posts. Gonna start small, maybe one a week.

See you soon!

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