A collaboration born in Venice, with DIVVY providing all Spoken Word & Vocals, Melodies, Lyrics, & Guitar, and Etham Grow composing all electronic elements and engineering the track... Pulsing Dance Beats with Guitar & Vocals Layered in to this Melodic Rocktronica recorded in the Veneto in Italy. Inspired by the Sea, the Blood Moon, and Elusive Love, Co-Produced by DIVVY & Etham Grow...

Released 02, 20, 2020
DIVVY - Vocals, Guitar(s), and Lyrics By... 
Etham Grow - Composed/Engineered All Electronic Elements. 
Recorded at the Little Horse of Three Ports Studio in Veneto, Italy. Mastered by Derek Muro at YouTooCanWoo in Brooklyn, NY. 
All Rights Reserved with Copyright. Izzy Junior Selections, ASCAP. 
Published by Wixen Music UK Ltd.

UNDER THE BLOOD RED MOON
I was standing and looking out over the San Jacinto Mountain Range…
Those mountains were named for the Patron Saint - Hyacinth.
I felt so at peace out in the desert. The calm, the stillness… it promoted a feeling of well-being, but I knew that in a few days, I would find myself in a completely different time zone. 
It was a rushed departure, but a journey that I knew I had to make.
And yet, I couldn’t shake this feeling that I was leaving someone behind, someone I had only known for a relatively short amount of time…
But in that short amount of time, I had grown to care for her a great deal.

I’m standing here at Platform One,
far away from the Palms and Sun.
There’s a gentle snow across a sky of blue, I send a frosty Kiss to you,
As I lean in to the English wind, jet lag eased by Cinnamon, in a piping hot glass of tea and rum, with ginger and chrysanthemum.
No place I would rather be, than in your room with you next to me.
Like the canyons and the hummingbirds, it’s a beauty I can’t quite put in to words. I miss you bad and I need you soon:
in your embrace as we stand and look in awe at the Blood Red Moon.

During the Feudal Period of Japan, there were a class of Samurai called Ronin. These were men who had no Lord or Master. They were known to be drifters or wanderers: somehow vagrant.
The word Ronin means Wave Man or Wandering Man. Often these Ronin had fled or deserted a Master’s Land, and found themselves socially adrift. These men had no Master but they were also Master of None.

You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen,
from Finsbury Park to Golders Green.
From City Road Lock to Marylebone,
a Wave Man looking for a Home.
Listen to the Universe and Ride the Wave,
Be Humble, Be Courageous, Be Smart, Be Brave.
Some words I thought I’d never say:
‘Honey, I’m Home, how was your Day’.
(But I knew that in a few days, I would find myself in a completely different time zone. I had grown to care for her a great deal.)

Gin and Tonic on the fold out tray,
99 pages of Hemingway.
Between the Marlin and the Sharks, 
cling to me darling, when it gets dark…
Paper or Plastic, Shaken or Stirred, 
so many choices in a mixed up world…
But if the Heavenly Bodies somehow Align,
so let our Love and Souls Combine,
Under the Blood Red Moon.

On the plane ride over, I re-read 
‘The Old Man and the Sea’.
It blew my mind to read this book that I’d first picked up as a boy of 12 or 14,
and to look at it through a grown man’s eyes… Same big questions:
Man Vs. Nature. The sheer size and power of the Sea. it’s Depth, it’s Width…
(I couldn’t shake this feeling.)

David Agranov