Catching Up in Portland

Life doesn’t seem to care how old you are – it throws twists, turns, challenges, and joys whether you are 25, 45, or 65.

While in Portland, I had the pleasure of speaking with a good friend of mine who toured with a band for fifteen or twenty years, stopped for a bit to raise a family, and is now a book buyer at Powell’s in Beaverton. Greg has lived in a music-filled world his whole live, moving years ago from California to a small town in Oregon to focus on family and get into songwriting, then relocating to Portland when his kids outgrew their parents’ home and he could pursue his guitar craft in a new way. Embarking on an educational journey, Greg dove into higher education a few years ago, aiming at a music degree, while honing his guitar playing with dreams of another small ensemble to be created at some point. I got to have an incredible conversation with Greg about life and its unexpected turns and surprises.

Greg and I talked a lot about Nashville, how my experience has been, and how much I miss Portland. He has been to Nashville multiple times on tour in the years with his band, and knows of the immense country scene (which I try to ignore as much as possible) and the calibre of players in the city. The thing that struck me most were his thoughts on enjoying life, and choosing not to strive in vain. There is a difference between selfishly focused striving, which brings little long-term fulfillment, and striving toward a goal without losing sight of those around you. The community I’ve found myself in is incredibly unique, unlike any I’ve experienced. My reliability on this community gleans both challenges and solutions. It’s an incredible feeling to belong to a group of people that is diverse and unbreakable. Having friends you can go to at any time with any need or celebration is a security that is very rare. That security piece also creates a comfort that sometimes keeps me from working as hard as I should. I am comfortable and satisfied in the context of this community, so the need for something more wanes, and it becomes even more paramount to stay focused on what I want to accomplish in life, which is where the striving comes in.

Greg also spoke about his goal reorientation. The last five years or so, he’s focused on becoming the best guitar player he can be, in hopes to find a few others with those chops under their belts and create an ensemble with them. In his progress towards this goal, Greg has discovered that he won’t reach the level he’s aiming at for a long time, which, at his age, he’s deemed is a potentially unworthy use of his time. In our discussion, Greg uncovered a somewhat recent realization, which is a return to what comes naturally for him: songwriting. He worked very diligently at the singer/songwriter route while raising his kids, without much return. Despite his goals ultimately being unmet, songwriting fulfilled him and was an outlet that made sense and came innately. It reminded me how important it is to utilize the strengths we have and try to stay centered around what we do best. When we reach outside of what we’re built to do, it aids us in improving character, but drains us and leaves us wanting. Balance is key.

“Are you enjoying it down there?” Greg ultimately asked me. And isn’t that the important thing? 

Life is challenging now, working full-time at my day job, writing at night, emailing, networking, developing my website on my days off…it’s a grind. But the striving is worth the moments of joy, the small successes, and the progress toward my musical goals. Greg also understands the balance of enjoying life and taking time to acknowledge the blessings we have, while trying to answer that other side of the brain that asks, “Is there more to life? What do I do with these feelings, thoughts, and creativity?” Life is good, and it’s a huge blessing to learn from someone who has experienced more life than I have, but is still wrestling with the essential questions of life. I guess we are all doing the same in one way or another.

1️⃣📷 Salt & Straw // Division
2️⃣📷 Evers House // Summertime

Nashville visit

I returned from Nashville one week ago with excitement, anticipation, and hope, leaving (most of) my anxiety at outstanding restaurants like The Wild Cow, PM, and The Pharmacy. 


For those of you who are jumping in on this text with no knowledge of what I’m talking about, let me fill you in on the last six months:

  • I published Let Go and Forget, my first full-length album, in July, 2013.
  • My job as Interim Worship Pastor came to its fulfillment on November 10 as a new pastor was hired and they threw a killer sendoff for me (of which I’m still tearfully reminiscing).
  • As I’m now a “free” or “unshackled” (AKA unemployed) musician, I’m planning to move to Nashville, Tennessee, with my brother and two friends in February.
  • I visited Nashville from November 11-15 and left my heart there.


Nashville is surprisingly a lot like Portland, which I’m stoked about. Built on a river, filled with coffee shops, and home to eclectic and delicious food choices. Even better than these things, I was able to meet dozens of people who are genuinely kind and sincerely friendly. 

My hostess typified what my experience was like. Whitney is the niece of my former boss/pastor, and told me I could crash at her house while I’m scouting out the city. As she picked me up from the airport (which she offered to do), she told me: 1) she would be staying in her roommate's room, letting me stay in her room, saving me from a couch, and 2) I would be driving her to work on two of the days she was scheduled, so that I could take her car around the city and check stuff out. She wouldn’t budge on these points despite my protests, and that was the type of mi casa es su casa attitude that everyone had. 

Whitney is a Pro Nashvillian. She introduced me to a bunch of her friends from Ethos church, and I got to sit in on some of their studio time as they recorded a Worship EP for their church to take home in the Christmas season. These were the nicest people, all giving up their free time to volunteer on this album. Tight.


The next day I met this rad guy named Ben. He lives in a loft owned by his former roommate’s parents (…okay, yeah that makes sense). He has been in bands and toured and tons of fun stuff, but now he engineers/writes/produces pop music with various artists. Apparently he lives next door to the producer for Rascal Flatts. No bigs. Also tight.



“Coffee snob” is not uncommonly used to describe me (mostly by my mother). Quality beans combined with a quality pour-over are ingredients to make Jared happy. I found such a place at both Frothy Monkey and Crema. Both had very Portland-ish vibes (a good start) and pretty upstanding coffee. Coffee + Sunset = extra good.



On the last day of my visit, I tracked down the nearest forest park (about 15 minutes out of town) and took a little walk on a trail that prohibited picnics, pets, food, and any sort of diversion from the trail. Not a lot like Portland in that regard…but it was nice to be back in the middle of a forest.



Nashville is pretty stinkin’ rad. I met some awesome people who are very genuine and friendly, saw some great areas that we can rent a house in, and a myriad of restaurants to satisfy my inner foodie. Heck, I even found a group of friends to play Settlers of Catan with me…I think that aided in taking away any amount of doubt or anxiety in me :)


Looks like the move to Tennessee will take place sometime between the end of January and beginning of February! Money, weather, and house availability will play into the timing. The other guys (Joel Evers, Joseph Starr, and Kevin Howard) are all getting pumped for the move. Check back soon for the next update!