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Cactus Kisser

2024: ‘Cactus Kisser’ EP—a project so theologically spicy that religious groups had their pitchforks polished before the first single even dropped. They weren’t wrong. ‘I’d Marry You Again (If I Was Drunk Enough)’—a honky-tonk ode to questionable life choices—had church ladies crossing themselves like they’d just heard the devil’s karaoke playlist. But the real lightning rod was ‘Lasso the Rainbow,’ a psychedelic hoedown about a cowboy tripping on LSD and magic mushrooms, stumbling into a brothel, and debating salvation with a coyote who may or may not have been an ex-preacher. (Spoiler: The coyote won.)

‘Flyin’ Low’—the accidental anthem for every cowboy who’s ever walked into a bar with his zipper down and walked out a legend. What started as a twangy, self-deprecating tune about a wardrobe malfunction turned into a ‘hold my beer’ victory lap when the song’s hero somehow turned his embarrassment into a one-night stand and local fame. (‘Turns out, confidence is 90% not caring your barn door’s clear,’ as the chorus goes.) The song didn't inspire a line of ‘Flyin’ Low’ merch (snap-button shirts with conveniently faulty zippers.)

"Critics called it ‘the most relatable outlaw saga since Billy the Kid forgot his belt,’ while dive bars reported a "37% increase in zipper-related incidents" (and a suspicious spike in last-call hookups). The Vatican probably didn’t add it to their playlist, but hey—you haven’t truly made it until you’ve been banned from at least one communion wine party."

And then there was ‘Your Picture in My Drink (To Keep It Ice Cold)’—the most romantically unhinged honky-tonk ballad, the most literally chilling breakup anthem ever written. The premise? This wasn't some metaphor about coasters – no, this was a man so heartbroken he's actually using her photo as an ice cube keep his beer frosty. (‘Your smile chills my lager faster than a Minnesota winter… and your lies keep the condensation rollin’.’) Critics called it ‘the perfect blend of petty and poetic,’ while divorcees nationwide nodded along like, ‘Finally, someone gets it.’ By 2025, the song had inspired a line of ‘Passive-Aggressive Barware’ (photo printing labs in bars printing your ex’s face in ‘condensation-repellent ink’), and at least one judge reportedly allowed it as evidence in an alimony hearing. Take that, emotional maturity."

There was no music video but if there was, it would be feature me fishing a soggy, beer-soaked Polaroid out of a glass with my pinky raised, which would somehow become a TikTok trend (#DrunkMourning) for exactly one chaotic weekend. Bartenders loved it, divorce attorneys loved it, and by 2025, no ice company ever sold 'Ex-Shaped Cubes' ('For When You Want to Watch Them Slowly Disappear'). The Vatican (again) put me on some kind of list, but honestly, if dropping your ex's face in a tumbler is wrong, I don't wanna be right. Cheers to that."

"Side note: The song was almost called 'You're the Reason My Liver's So Strong', but that felt too medically accurate."

"Final verdict? Some men write songs about outrunning the law. Others write songs about outrunning shame. This one did both—with its fly undone."

 Critics called it ‘a sacrilegious fever dream,’ which, honestly, was the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about my music."

"The outrage was instant. Protesters camped outside record stores, pastors used my lyrics as sermon examples (‘See, kids? This is why we don’t do drugs OR coyote theology’), and one particularly furious bishop declared the EP ‘the reason God invented lightning.’ But here’s the twist—by 2025, even the haters had to admit: The songs were catchy as hell. ‘Lasso the Rainbow’ became an ironic anthem for psychedelic cowboys and burnout philosophy majors, while ‘I’d Marry You Again’ got adopted by dive bars and doomed weddings alike. Turns out, nothing unites people like a shared love of terrible decisions set to a fiddle solo."

"And as for that coyote preacher? Rumor has it he’s now a cult leader in Sedona. You’re welcome, Arizona."

"Moral of the story: If your music doesn’t make at least one group of people question their life choices, you’re not trying hard enough."

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