Week after week, city after city—this is the raw, unfiltered reality of life on the road with Punk Rock Saves Lives. No sugarcoating, no bullshit—just the chaos, the exhaustion, the moments that break me, and the moments that make it all worth it. From packed venues to long-haul drives and the rare breath of home, this blog is your backstage pass to what it really takes to keep PRSL alive. Punk rock isn’t just music—it’s survival, and I’m here to prove it.
Well—I hope I am here to prove it or something close to it, anyway. I am at least going to give you the real insight to how PRSL runs and works. It is messy. It is chaotic. It is most certainly PUNK ROCK SAVES LIVES.
The last month has been a nonstop grind—gearing up for tour season, mapping out the chaos, and trying to lock in what the next few months will look like for the team (the chapters, Rob, and myself). But here’s the truth: nothing ever goes as planned. The schedule shifts, the opportunities come and go, and right now, I’m staring down the road ahead with more question marks than I’d like. Not enough BIG tours locked in, not enough solid answers—just a whole lot of uncertainty.
And I fucking hate it. I hate not knowing what’s next. I hate feeling like we’re standing still when we should be out there - saving lives. I hate the waiting, the emails that don’t get answered, the plans that fall apart. This life is built on movement— Sitting in limbo? It feels like drowning.
Here’s where my schedule stands: I’m rolling into Berkeley, California, to link up with the Middle Aged Queers for their Valentine’s Gay Weekend. From there —heading down to SoCal to hit the road with Driveways and Eternal Boy, then back up to Berkeley for Doll Fest.
The hope was to have no time to breathe and to just keep going.
After that, I haul my butt back to Denver, just to hop a flight right back to L.A. for ThriftCon. Touch down, catch a few hours at home, then back behind the wheel—driving straight to Los Angeles at the end of March to jump on tour with Wheatus for most of April. And then… May? Fuck if I know. That uncertainty eats at me. Not knowing what’s next? I am sure you can tell.....I HATE not knowing what I am doing. That is my job though. I truly never know what is coming next.
So here I am—parked at my second Harvest Host spot after 1,270 miles on the road. Two nights in different places, one alignment, one tire balancing... and yet the van still shakes whenever I hit 70+ mph. I’m holed up in the van, laptop balanced on my lap, drowning in computer work. Fighting with a form that refuses to let people have access to it, tracking DKMS shipments, managing chapters, answering emails, buried in spreadsheets, just trying to catch up before I finally make it to Berkeley.
This is just the beginning of what life really looks like as the director of Punk Rock Saves Lives. It’s not all glam and glory—it’s a grind, it’s frustrating, and it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than you’d think. But next week? That’s when the real action starts. I’ll be swabbing, activating, and hitting events headfirst—so buckle up, because that’s when shit might get real.
Ways to stay plugged into me and Punk Rock Saves Lives this year:
Catch my road trip playlist: Yeah, it’s not as punk as you might expect—But it’s what’s keeping me going. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4fndfHSi2lVq1iHKSIXO5F?si=4TrYwKxoRb2G2nHYja4-rA&pi=S1438gvDRTW_n
Get in the trenches with us: Volunteer for PRSL. Hit this link and find out how you can make a difference in your own city.
https://www.cervistech.com/acts/console.php?console_id=0235&console_type=event
Follow my daily chaos on IG: Day-to-day updates of whatever is happening out there.
Peep my road vlog on TikTok: Real talk from the frontlines of tour life
Throw us a bone: Donate to keep this thing alive and kicking. We can’t do it without your help.
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