Dear Rocco, Only nights ago I stumbled upon your incredible work, and your words made me find back my way to mine. For this I want to thank you. It is rare to be as instantly inspired by art so as to immediately start writing again. Your poems have been endlessly touching, your music all the same, and I have just finished a day in the sun listening to nothing but your albums. I want to encourage you to keep gracing the world with your art. I am sure it can do for others what it has done for me. Sincerely, Yuri

Hey Yuri, you know my cousin made this website for me, he came up with a letters idea and a blog section I could write in. A couple years ago I tried writing a story about a road-trip and a werewolf and I never finished it and don't recommend it. But nevertheless it'll always be up on this site. It's good to keep trying every day isn't it? And you let the past be past. I'm grateful you came upon my stuff and decided to check more of it out, going down the rabbit hole of it. I hope you got good things from it. Maybe the tunes get something good from you too. I think that'd be cool if it works like that somehow. Maybe like we're all a different kind of chemical and when a song hits a person there's a different reaction every time. Thanks for being in the world and saying hi. Rocco

Dear Rocco, Many of my memories have echos of the music. Singing as we welcomed sunrise in Zambia. Belting Wagon Wheel on the Appalachian Trail. Muted fireside jamming after bedtime. Rooftop harmonies under Orion in Haiti. Serenading subway passengers with Queen in NYC… When I heard you live on TikTok, your voice matched the tune of my memories, this calming lullaby of safe places I’ve been in time. I appreciate that. Thanks for being willing to share life through your lens. P.S. I saw a reel where someone buried their turtles in the winter and dug them up in the spring. Sarena

Sarena, Those sound like the kind of memories that can carry a person straight on through to the other side of things. The other side of things is where you're able to smile after a long day, maybe even laugh after a puddle splashes up at you. I'm grateful for the memories I have which show me that other side. That silver lining. Way more than just a lining, isn't it? May it be the whole picture after all? I imagine you could take those rooftop harmonies and let them sway things right on through. Right on through, no hesitation. Jamming and serenading your way into love. Who's to say otherwise except yourself? Thank you for sharing your melodic muses, your poltergeist jazz; for it made me think of my own. What thrilling little creatures those turtles are. They'll never bore me. Your friend, Rocco

Dear Rocco, I've been enjoying reading your blog. I don't know if anyone has told you this lately, but you should be very proud of yourself. It takes a lot of courage to be the guy who writes a novel, even if it's not perfect. It takes a lot of courage to be the guy who moves across the country. And it definitely takes courage to sing to strangers. I've been trying to take pride in myself recently, so I hope you are too. Also - never give up that sense of romance! No matter what any ex girlfriend tells you! Are you moving again? What comes next? Whatever it is, and even if you don't know yet - wishing you the best! <3

Ella, Thank you for this gem of words. I hope you are taking those leaps you feel you must for the better. Sometimes I've found it difficult to understand what "the better" is. To pinpoint it truthfully. Because sometimes it depends on what part of you is reaching out. There have been times for me when the impatient or angry or hopeless parts of me are the ones reaching out. Can't let them have their way, that's for sure. And so I've come to the conclusion, that whenever it's the part of me which is looking up, but is also afraid, looking up, but is also doubtful, looking up, but does not want to stay bored. That is the part of me I must push forward to realize its dream. That's what we need courage for, and faith, and hope, and truth. To let that part of us, that part that looks up, get what it needs. That's how everyone saves the world, too. Thank you for your strong voice, I pray for you the same strength in whatever challenges you're currently spying over the horizon. Your friend, Rocco

Rocco, I hope that your time in Colorado has been a time well spent. The last time we saw eachother you were on a much different path, but ventured your way onto this incredible journey that gives you the ability to inspire so many people. we all miss you at home and i hope the best for you on your journey back to your roots!!! also, is your latest blog post based on a true story?? All the best & with love, Kayla

Kayla, Hey pal, been thriftin' around? I'm really bad at it. I bought a pair of shoes for fifteen bucks a couple weeks ago, they had no laces on them. I donated them a couple days ago. The problem with me is I think everything is perfect when I'm in the store, and I have a vision, a revelation, of the cool new me, and I'll I have to do is make the purchase, walk out, and put the new identity on. But it isn't all total bs. I just got a new jacket and I can't take the damn thing off. I mean literally it's stuck, the sleeves are too narrow and the buttons won't unclick. I look like some freaky thing from Beetlejuice with this thing on. Nah, just kidding it's a great jacket. I miss you guys a ton and I'm looking forward to getting some pizza. I know Jake wasn't all into the tradition when I invented it, but we should go check out the Old North Church with the last slices of pizza in our hands, make a toast to Mr. Revere. If Jake says no we'll have to give him the old handkerchief with chloroform routine. If I'm competent, all is truth, but I'm bound to stumble. I hope you're feeling great about things, summer is rolling on in soon. It's going to be a party of the ages. Your friend, Rocco

Rocco, Thank you for the music you create. I’ve been following your stuff for months now and every release just gets better and better. Excited to see where your music takes you next! With love, Graciela

Graciela, I'm excited as well. I've found it very easy, in the past, to pick apart life very harshly, and put down whatever aspirations or dreams arise. But what kind of game is that? I believe many are waking up and moving on from that game, it is simply dull. And so we move towards something which smiles, authentically, and if it must frown from time to time, so be it, but in the name of contemplation and not destruction. Music is like holy water to me. I use it like medicine on all my darker tendencies. Words work the same. So do thoughts. So do these letters. Little by little, step by step. We are converting dark space into star. Thank you for listening and joining me on this dreamlike pilgrimage. Your friend, Rocco

Heyo! I don’t want to get too personal in a public letter, so I think I’ll just ask a general question. You’re gonna be spending a lot of time in your car driving around the country. Could you tell us a bit about your car? Does it have a name, or perhaps a gender? What does it dream about when the engine stops? Cheers, Peter

Peter, My car is of the Toyota galaxy, planet Corolla, and his name is Carl. Although sometimes when my car makes strange noises, I pat the dashboard above the radio and say "easy girl, whoaaaa Bessy!" like I'm riding a horse. When its heart of life rests I imagine it dreams of delicious oats and tasty oil, and perhaps a retirement junk yard home...but way in the future after I arrive safely at my destination! Your friend, Rocco

Dear Rocco, As I was fortunate enough to receive a hand written letter during your first letter project, (letter #99 to be exact!), I wanted to take the opportunity of this platform to write you back! This is a crazy thing…writing to a person whom I’ve never met before yet, has impacted me so much. You are so incredibly gifted. Your voice, your guitar playing, your lyrics, your song writing ability, your genuine care and concern for those who listen to your music…the list goes on. I wish you nothing but the best as your prepare to go on your journey to do what you love. I hope that your canvas is filled with beautiful, colorful memories and growth. Thank your for the encouragement in my hand written letter, and if that is the only time that we ever write to each other…at least I can say that our paths have crossed. I’m learning to love the flowers and the moon…one day at a time. Be safe and be well. - Mary C

Mary C, It is kind of you to wish for me the best, I remember your letter well because we spoke of waiting for the miracle. That feeling that what you need most, perhaps only for a little while at a certain time in your life, is just around the corner, and shall be yours, but only if you accept it. I wonder how often it is we turn down the gifts intended for us, by giving in to doubt and bitterness. My conclusion has been this: that I may be foolish very often, and clumsy, but just because I knock over and break a vase from time to time does not mean that nice vases can't be had. When we can't understand what happens in life, we won't conclude that it is meaningless or absurd. Just as when we put on grey-colored lenses, we won't declare the whole world grey. Sometimes those grey-colored lenses just won't budge, won't come off. But we shall wait, we shall have that patience. And we shall seek beauty and meaning, always. You found me through my song 444 and have opened your ears to hear more since then. Thank you for your searching heart and your bountiful frame of mind. Your friend, Rocco

Hello Rocco, I will keep this short and to the point. Good luck on your upcoming voyage. God speed my friend.

Jake, At this hour I am meditating on what makes me human. Is it that seemingly dangerous path into love and loving? Coated in meaning goes I. A canvas is a blank space, a void. And to look upon a void, a space where there is nothing, and to act as if something beautiful could appear there, is that not faith? Therefore says I, that the greatest artists of life have the most faith. For they doubt not the beauty they seek. Your friend, Rocco