Alright readers—here we go. The book is done.

It’s out of my hands and into the grubby mitts of my trusted test readers.
That alone feels surreal. Eighteen years of photos, flyers, broadcasts, road miles, bruised knuckles, broken gear, lost bands, loud bars, and louder memories… all compressed into 408 pages and sent into the world for the first time.

This part is exciting and unnerving in equal measure. This is the stage where the rough edges get exposed, where someone catches the typo you swore you fixed, where a forgotten gig resurfaces because Some Dude swears it happened on a Thursday in 2011. It’s where the book gets sharper, truer, and honestly—more bulletproof.

For anyone new here, here’s the scope of what went into Living the Scene:

• 15.7GB of photos and flyers
• 202GB of OFNR radio show archives
• 238GB of live broadcasts from venues across Connecticut and beyond
• Thousands of dates, names, venues, interviews, and ridiculous stories
• Hundreds of bands
• Countless nights inside the walls of Cherry Street, the Knitting Factory, Cook’s, and every hole-in-the-wall that ever let us plug in

This book isn’t just a recap. It’s a record of a world that wasn’t supposed to last this long and wasn’t supposed to matter—but absolutely did.

And yeah, there’s a deeper layer to all of this.

When my mother died, something in me snapped into focus. I realized how much of her story I never asked, how many questions I never thought to ask until it was too late. There were pieces of her life that vanished with her, and it hit me hard: I didn’t want my kids to feel that same void with me. To grow up someday and wonder who their father really was beneath the jokes, the gear, the shows, the chaos.

So I sat down to tell the truth. All of it. The 2:00 a.m. broadcasts. The years of grinding. The friendships that saved me. The ones that broke me. The days I wanted to quit. The nights I learned why I couldn’t.

That’s why this book exists.

This blog is here to track the journey from draft to reality. No spoilers, no full chapters, nothing that ruins the experience. Just the pieces worth sharing along the way—the progress updates, the odd moments, the behind-the-scenes stuff, and the memories that didn’t make the final cut but still deserve to breathe somewhere.

The next phase starts now.
Buckle in.