a quiet collapse of memory and rhythm. ambient club textures bend around a half-forgotten vocal, suspended in reverb and regret. breakbeats stagger in slow motion beneath layers of hiss and honeyed static. made for the last 7 minutes of the night — when the lights stay off and the heart turns inward.

if you love burial, aya, or DJ Lostboi, this one lingers in that same fog.

im sorry i was there

oakland-based dj + sound curator
club, ambient, emotional, body-forward
available for event sets + playlist consulting

im sorry i was there

honeybear