A raw demo of a hit hot single when summer starts to bummer.

Make it happen acoustic

Gentle chimes sampled when/
where love died and lust thrived.
Time passes and space decays
memory lingers and future fades

Wind Chimes

Meant to be played on lo fi systems. Small computer speakers make this mix sing. Just for anyone upset and/or sexually frustrated with anything. Welcome to the era of celebrating connection through your phone and cyberspace.

-miss you so much
-guess I’ll just get going
-where were you?
-waiting
-channeling the star code
-organic automatic
-never know if you are alright 
-binary action
-what’s left?
-so distant
-social skipping





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Finally Quarantining

Classical guitar, virtual synth studio, singing in a stairwell about the person that caught your eye but you couldn't ever see. This is essentially shadow work for any repressed males that lived in SLC during 2011-2019; be careful what you look for... the batteries are dying

1- glimpse
2- left your number
3- stare
4- weakness
5- reset
6- curation
7- need healing
8- last looks
9- grind
10- thirst trap

Spirtual Masturbation Sexual Exorcism

Sensing you are near, holding your phone in the same way
I’ll see you in my next dream

Repeat

Classical guitar and fragmented vocals create a confusing listen; walking between rhythm and resolution. Written by sweating out a pandemic fever, screaming into a void of traumatic society,
letting electricity whiz, and neck muscles tightening. Trying to escape and not get caught.


1- burning
2- swirl
3- velocity
4- slip n slide
5- white road
6- some times

third phase

Torn from another time/space. Bound to melody; reflections of stars we’ll never see. Loosen up your past lives and tighten the snare trapping a lost future. Hear me slipping away with love’s last stand into starting over in hopes clinging this dimension. At crossroads, which life falls apart, no direction will be presented. Am I going for something needed or staying home surrounded by creature comforts? Was listening enough?

Experiencing a current Harlem Residency after waking up in BedStuy another layer of a dream faded. The boards were from Roxbury Boston MA, humboldt/howland represent; get that late night daddy, Cambridge touch. The tree is from a stony sunny morning in a West Jordan UT when chasing acoustic melodies hit differently.

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