I’m Greg. I write every song.
I’m Greg. I played drums until my kids were born and then I didn’t touch a kit for fifteen years. I never learned another instrument and I still can’t read music.
A few years ago I started writing songs again, about getting sober, mostly. Three albums’ worth. Then friends started asking me to make ones for them, and I’ve been doing it ever since. Sober anniversaries, a 5K, a World Cup match, a friend who made it to the pros at thirty-one.
I make every one of these myself. There’s no team. If you email, it’s me.
Every step, start to finish.
You tell me what happened.
Whatever you’ve got. A paragraph, a mess of details in no order. There is no form to fill out properly.
Your people add theirs.
Send one link. They type a line and hit send, like replying to a text. No account. Nothing waits on them.
I write the lyrics.
Me. I read all of it and decide what belongs in a song and what doesn’t. This is the part you’re paying for.
A machine sings them.
The voice and the music are AI. I’ll never pretend otherwise, and I’ll never invent a fake artist’s name to put on it.
I listen to about fifty versions.
You get the three that are genuinely different, and you pick the one that’s right. Nobody else gets to decide which one moves you.
Six promises, in writing.
Within three days
Often sooner. Rush is +$29 if you need it tomorrow.
One rewrite, no clock
Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll do it again. I don’t run a timer on it.
Corrections free, forever
Names, dates, spellings — fixed any time, no charge.
Still not right? Refund.
Rewrite first if you want, straight to the refund if you’d rather.
They keep the song
Refund or not, the song stays theirs. I don’t claw back music.
Private unless you share it
A private link, never indexed. Your stories don’t train anything.