Just a little goblin making music for fun (and to calm my never ending existential dread/thanatophobia) 🌈✨🍄🌟🐛🌸

Music is my hobby, my passion, my therapist, my moderator, my point of focus, my escape - all rolled into one. I like everything from the Carpenters to Lamb of God, from the Deftones to Curtis Mayfield, from Joy Division to Bach, from Paco de Lucia to Mogwai. 

Enjoy the songs. They were originally written for - and continue to be created for - soundtracking old 8mm family home videos, which were passed down to me. Check them out, if you'd like:

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In essence, we're tribal groove + poetry...
Music is a journey, not a niche...

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Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

Some originals and short covers from my production practice.

house, breaks, techno

transgender healing music

fka: Anita Velveeta

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