Is your neck a nightmare?
Do you have hips from Hell?
If your pain condemns you to eternal damnation, your soul longs for deep deliverance. Fascia carries our every trauma, every stressor, and every injustice. It becomes a reflection of our forgotten nature, and eventually freezes in slow motion. Adhesions form and curse the very fabric of our being—the body becomes the cage. But you are here because you understand that the path to fascial freedom is not without struggle, holy spice or yelling, "Jesus Christ" when Elbow Exorcist finds that glorious knot in your shoulder. Obviously this is not a spa. This is where you come to find the good kind of hurt.
What I don’t do…
Fluff and buff is out, elbow grease is in. You won’t find me spreading lotion or oil on your skin. Myofascial bodywork is more about grip and less about slip. A little organic shea butter goes a long way.
Spa music can be mind numbing. I don’t play ocean sounds or flutes, and instead try to provide a more immersive sound experience that my clients appreciate.
I don’t exclusively use my elbow in my work. I’m just an elbow enthusiast because I believe it’s one of the best tools besides forearms, palms, knuckles, and fingers.
Meet me
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint and I graduated from the school of holy hell with a PhD in pain. Bodywork has come to save me, but surely not the weak sauce variety. It is through feeling deeply and being felt in ways only possible with an elbow that I became the embodiment of hard rock in the world of lotus flowers and spa music. Through all of my screaming, sweating and swearing, I have been taught great lessons in how to apply multi-directional shearing forces to effectively exorcise troubled tissues. It was over 10 years ago that I began slaying with my elbow, which has only become more exacting with time. Some say I’m a blood hound for knots, others claim I’ve been sent from God.