I've spent my life writing, but staying silent. Afraid to share, afraid to be seen. Grief stripped that away. After losing my third son, I couldn't keep pretending. Years of masking, trauma, and artistic repression came flooding in. I broke. But I didn't stop. I've always been creative, bands, live photography, even writing for FasterLouder. I buried it under "real jobs". Chef for 15 years. Uni to become a teacher. None of it fit. Now, I've poured hundreds of hours into shaping my voice with AI tools like SUNO, adding my own drums and beats, mixing and editing in various programs. I record, write, mix, and master everything myself. It's not just sound, it's survival. It's a bit of a Frankenstein effort, one man and a lot of dodgy equipment. The music blends alt-rock, post-grief pop, and cinematic tones, but the lyrics are everything. Vulnerable. Intentional. Each line carved from something real. Static Dust is how I finally got heard. And maybe now someone else will too.