Pink Peach Productions

08/27/2026

Just a little tribute I did with my Dolly doll from 1978. The audio is pieced together from a commencement speech she gave in 2009 at the University of Tennessee.

May she rest in peace. ❤️

08/08/2026

El Dorado, Arkansas. 1985. "Panama" by Van Halen.

When I was three years old, I ran for over a mile at Memorial Stadium.

I'm not sure what day it was. I just know that it was sometime after 7pm, 73 degrees outside, and I wish I could be there right now. To breathe that air. To feel that safe. To wrap my arms around my parents again, and tell them that I still feel their love so much even though they're gone. It's a beautiful slice of my youth that sometimes hurts as much as it warms my heart, but I do my best to lean into the latter.

My dad's original footage was around sixteen minutes, and featured me, my Mom, and my brother making laps around the track. He dubbed over the sequence with three different songs: "Rockin' Down the Highway" by The Doobie Brothers, "The Heart of Rock & Roll" by Huey Lewis & The News, and "Panama" by Van Halen.

For this edit I decided to cut that down to a single song, and since we always referenced this tape by "Panama," that became the obvious choice.

I hope you will enjoy revisiting this memory with me.

El Dorado, Arkansas. 1985. When I was three years old, I ran fo...

07/17/2026

Another day. Another ride.

This cruise through El Dorado, AR in 2009 was originally shot for a movie I was working on, and I've repurposed some of it here for a little trip back in time.

Roughly ten years after the last footage I posted from the late 90's, El Dorado hits differently in the daylight. Maybe the intoxication of youth had given way to something a little more sober. Maybe the world itself was changing. Or maybe it was the feeling of being in the deep end of adulthood, when your feet no longer touch the bottom. Whatever it is... it's in there.

I couldn't fit everything from this ride into one song, so there will be a second part for this particular sequence soon, picking up on Hillsboro.

Another day. Another ride.This cruise through El Dorado, AR in 2...

07/17/2026

You don't have to trust every soft voice that calls your name.

But sometimes... you do anyway.

This piece was recorded at home with a pretty basic setup. I'm still learning to produce, so I appreciate you taking this journey with me.

Have yourself a beautiful day. :)

07/10/2026

Take a ride with me.

Back to El Dorado, Arkansas in the late 90's. Back to aimless teenage days in a world of whatever comes. Back to nights you wished would go on forever.

Sourced from footage taken with my 8mm camcorder between 1997 and 2000, and filmed through the eyes of a few different friends, this piece preserves more than just shaky footage of different places around town - it captures the restless energy of youth that would soon carry us on into the ever after.

So let the windows down. Take it in. And feel this ache all over again.

Take a ride with me.Back to El Dorado, Arkansas in the late 90's....

07/10/2026

Hey all you Murmil Heights Elementary kids!

It's time to set adrift on memory bliss of tether balls, cubby holes, and those big ass headphones with the curly-q cables. It's Stromboli day, and I found a quarter so it's chocolate milk for me, lunch-lady ma'am. 😁

Sourcing images from our 5th grade yearbook (1992-1993), I used AI to animate our photos into what I'm referring to as a "Living Yearbook." This compilation includes the 5th grade class, all teachers/faculty, and all the group shots at the end. It does not include grades K through 4. I tried to maintain likeness as best as possible from those old tiny portraits - I hope I didn't do anybody wrong! 😆 If I did, then I sincerely apologize.

My intent here was not just to animate a bunch of old school photos. It was to create that feeling of being there once again. To breathe a little life back into a time and place. And to jiggle the locks on a few memories along the way if I could. It's one thing to flip through the old yearbook, and that's if you happen to still have one - but it's another to see all those faces in motion once again.

I found myself recalling so much. Little things. Not just names, but how they sounded from the teacher's mouth. I could feel the wavy, ridged paper border that was stapled around the edges of the bulletin board. And the snap of a slap bracelet around my wrist. Atomic Fireball candies and a few games of 'pop-pencil.' It's all in there, and so much more if you have the moments to spare.

Hey all you Murmil Heights kids! Want to go back to 5th grade wi...

02/19/2026

A few years back I found a body for a 60's model Kay guitar.

It had seen better days. The previous owner crudely chopped out a deeper cutaway, mix-matched it with a neck that had "Guild" forged into the head stock, and stained over the unprepared existing finish without wiping away excess. It had also been modded for a different electronic setup. And some crooked, hand-painted white binding.

Bless it.

Anyway, I thought it might be fun to put it back into working order, and what you see here is where it landed. I restored the cutaway to its original shape, customized a blank head stock to mirror the design of the original, and cut/wired up a new pick guard.

02/11/2026

This song is a few years old now, but it holds a special place - it marks a return to something I had neglected for awhile. It's not my best work, but I don't say that to self-deprecate. I say it because I see how much I've grown since then, and I appreciate that my past self made the effort to create something that's effected the course of my musical journey ever since.

So get inspired by doing.

If you're not feeling it, do it anyway, and find something in the process that gets you going. Art is about emotion... but it's built with plain, simple motion.

I'll be posting new works soon, but here's a ghost for you.

"Hazy Nights" by Dreams Fade

02/11/2026

Old El Dorado in motion.

I created this edit with a few things in mind.

The past is dark, and we're often predisposed to looking back at it for what shines. At times that can be the radiant light of innovation... or the warm glow of human connection, and other times it might be an inferno of misplaced ideas that rage with atrocity.

The internet age has allowed us quick access to the Cliff's Notes of our history - bullet points of lives once lived without the context of emotion. We look forward in color, but the rear-view is just so black and white. It hangs in frames, and sits pressed between cellophane in dusty old books from the back of the shelf. The past fades, and iconizes, and leaves us with the shell of a memory like the bodies from Pompeii.

I often wonder if we're getting the most out of our hindsight.

Whether good or bad, we tend to pay the most attention to the things that stand out. And that's great, of course. Observing milestones and soaking up all the beautiful parts of what came before gives us a sense of pride in the journey, and in turn hope for a brighter tomorrow. On the other hand, we observe the shameful parts as well, but with the reminder that we can make better decisions and avoid the doom of foolish repetition. These are wonderful notions, and we should surely keep them intact.

What I've been thinking about lately, though, is what about all of that life in between? What's to be said of the dull, throw-away parts that aren't worth remembering? Do they have value? Most of what makes up our days doesn't seem to be that important in the bigger historical picture. We do our morning commutes to work, stand in lines at the grocery store, and maybe even share nods with strangers in passing... but we forget most of these things, and they certainly aren't being written down for posterity.

They are, however, significant.

The mundane is what threads our minutes, days, years, lives, and history together. They may not necessarily be worth noting every detail of, but they're worthy of recognition because they're familiar to us all. And it's the time between moments that we'll exist the most in.

That may sound pretty humdrum, but there's profundity.

Because no matter whether you're looking at the past, present, or even your own self in the mirror, we all walk through life. Sometimes it's uphill in a snow storm, and sometimes it's a quiet walk through the park on a warm, gentle day. But it's a walk. And I can't help but feel like the ideas that separate us might not drift so far apart if we thought more about the road that we're all kicking up this dust for.

Please enjoy this edit, and have yourself a beautiful day. :)

The past is dark, and we're often predisposed to looking back at it for what shines. At times that can be the radiant light of innovation or the warm glow o...