New Release: RUN TO THE LIGHT for Wind Band

I’m thrilled to officially publish Run to the Light, my new work for wind band! The piece is a university level / advanced high school piece that was commissioned by The Eastman Wind Ensemble for their centennial celebration. PDF score and parts can be purchased via my sheet music store. Physical copies are available via Murphy Music Press. I’ve been writing music for a long time, but the wind band space is new for me, and excited to share my sound and spirit with this community. Here’s an excerpt from UT Wind Ensemble’s latest performance, featuring my colleague, Thomas Burritt. 


To my friends who teach young percussionists: I wrote an etude book for your students! “Music for the Young Percussionist” features 12 short pieces split between snare, mallets, timpani and multi / aux. The book was written with the early – late high school percussionist in mind. In the spirit of access and affordability, and as a thank you to the music education community, I’m making the book available through a “choose your price” model. Pay anywhere from $5 to $20, or whatever is doable for you or your students. Learn more about this project and pick up a copy HERE

New Release: SEESAW for percussion duo, played on guitar

I’m happy to announce that sheet music for Seesaw is now available HERE

SEESAW (2020) is scored for two percussionists who perform on one shared acoustic guitar. The piece was commissioned by the New Works Project, which organized a consortium of 31 musicians from around the globe to support the creation of this work. Find out more about the piece at the link above, and check out this wonderful recording below by Quey Percussion Duo 👍🏽


Pay-what-you-want consortium: 4.3 marimba duos

The consortium for 4.3 octave marimba duos has closed. Thank you so much to the supporters who backed this project!

A note to supporters: I’ve decided to title this collection Song Book, Vol. 4.3, to fit into the broader scope of my collection of song books. As vol. 4 was next in line, it seemed like an appropriate title! As a supporter, your name will be listed in the completed aoew. You will receive the collection by February 1, 2021 or sooner, and you will have exclusivity to perform these pieces through Sept. 2021 before the music is made available to the public.

I’ve been overwhelmed by the support this project has received. I’m looking forward to writing this book, and really appreciate you helping bring this music to life!



My First Note at Eastman & Why It’s Okay to be Different

The very first note I played as a student at Eastman was supposed to be a suspended cymbal roll. It was the first wind orchestra concert of the 2002 – 2003 school year. I don’t recall the program that evening, or even the particular piece, but forever etched in my memory is that suspended cymbal roll.

Counting my rests, I stood up for my first moment of glory at Eastman. I watched the conductor for my cue, prepped my IP 240’s, took a breath, and…

Something terrible happened. Well, not really, but at the time, it seemed like the end of the world.

One of my mallets flew out of my hand, bounced onto the cymbal and flew directly into the euphonium section in front of me. I still don’t understand the physics of the toss, but it seemed to happen in a bad dream-slow motion sort of way. I froze.

One of the euphonium players saw the mallet by his feet, stopped playing to grab it, reached back in what I remember being a really awkward, lanky sort of gesture, (but also a really kind gesture), and gave the mallet back to me. All of this was a very meme-able moment, thankfully before memes were a thing.

With hopes that no one noticed, I saw my friend who was at the concert and asked if she saw what had happened. “Of course I did. It was hilarious!”

And that’s how my time at Eastman began.

I’m telling this story because when I started college, I didn’t quite feel like I belonged. And that suspended cymbal roll didn’t help. I felt different for a lot of different reasons. I had just started playing classical percussion two years prior. I was seriously lacking in a lot of basic skills, like the ability to read mallet music fluently. Many of my classmates were bringing with them common pre-college experiences that I simply didn’t have access to. And I got a scholarship that I wasn’t sure I could live up to.

I had no clue who Brahms was, or Stravinsky, or Rachmaninoff, or anyone really. My roommate would quiz me on composers, bewildered at who I didn’t know. I’d quiz him on pop musicians, bewildered at who he didn’t know. I knew who Mitchell Peters was. And John Beck, because he composed the timpani piece I played in high school and because he was my teacher. And a few others, but that was it. In many ways, I was in over my head at Eastman, and for anyone feeling these feelings as the school year gets going, that was me too, and it’s ok to feel this way.

My classmates thought I was hilarious, and they liked my idiosyncrasies. I humored them, they humored me, and they taught me, and I taught them. It was fun and I’m grateful they helped me along. And I’m lucky for teachers like Mr. Beck, who met me where I was and helped me learn and grow.

Somewhere along the way, through a lot nurturing from others and hard work on my part, things started to click for me. Some of my idiosyncrasies turned out to be helpful too. I ended up graduating in four years as a double major in percussion performance and music education, started a cello rock band, and began my life as a composer.

I’m reminded of these feelings because of a book I’ve read and re-read quite a few times lately. Every night, me and my wife share a bedtime story with our son, Henry. One of his favorite books is called “It’s Okay To Be Different” by Todd Parr. Here are some lines from the book:

“It’s okay to need some help… It’s okay to be a different color… It’s okay to have no hair… It’s okay to come from a different place… It’s okay to do something nice for someone… It’s okay to be embarrassed.“

And it’s okay to mess up at your first concert at college. It’s okay to not know the things that everyone else seems to know. It’s okay to be behind the curve. It’s okay to have euphonium friends pick up your mallet and help you along.

It’s okay to be different.