Welcome to the Cult(ure)

Just watching humans behave naturally. More more more un-self-aware more. 

Consume

Back to u(Remastered)

Sofa, kids, Alan Watts is a concept album about waking up from the version of your life you were taught to want.

From existential teenage philosophy, to invisible contracts, to the matrix of other people’s expectations… the album follows the collapse of every identity I tried to build, and the quiet strength that emerged underneath it.

It’s a journey through behaviourism, ambition, ego, money, mirrors, boundaries, and finally — the place Alan Watts was pointing to all along: the simple, ordinary miracle of being here.

Across glitch-folk, alt-electronica, whispered mantras and domestic clarity, this album charts the slow shift from “fixing myself” to “seeing what’s what.”

No masks.
No heroics.
Just the truth that survived the noise.

Made with the Quantum Me process — one breath, one insight, one song at a time.

Thank you for listening.
Take me home.

Mirror, Mirror

🖤 Share your honest impression - from soul to soul, if this sound  found you.

“Dust on My Shoes” is an Urban Rock Latino track infused with dark Americana tones. It tells the story of someone who leaves school to learn from real life - from streets, struggle, mistakes, and raw experience. The reggaeton-inspired groove and gritty guitars create a foot-driven pulse, while the storyteller vocal delivers a mix of rebellion, reflection, and hard-earned wisdom. It’s a song about choosing the open roads, finding truth in harsh places, and accepting that life itself can be the strongest teacher. The video clip on pre-release available here: https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-v9Q3jLlD9

Mama said “stay in class, don’t play the fool,”
But the walls felt tight in that broken school.
Chalk on the board, but no truth inside,
So I learned more walking than I ever did tied.

The streets taught heat, the nights taught cold,
Life gave lessons no teacher ever told.
You can’t cage a mind that was born to move
So I dropped that desk for the open groove.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But they never walked out with dirt on their hands.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

Books had rules that life never keeps,
But the alleys wrote poems in shadows and beats.
Reggaeton pulse in a runaway heart,
Dark Americana in the places I start.

I learned numbers from hustlers counting their pay,
I learned faith from a preacher with nothing to say.
I learned love from a girl who danced in the rain
No classroom ever taught that kind of pain.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But truth only comes when you fall and stand.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

I ain’t telling kids to run from the light,
But sometimes the world teaches better at night.
If school didn’t fit the shape of my soul,
Then the road became home, and the road made me whole.

Dust on my shoes, wind on my chest,
Learned from the world when I couldn’t rest.
No golden badge, but I paid my dues
Yeah, life carved the man in these wandering shoes.

Dust on My Shoes

Liquid TAO, circle the fifths and ascend the frequencies to experience these liquid drum and bass rollers from London with gaelic and eastern influences. 

THE MASTER DOES NOTHING

THE PATIENCE OF CLEAR WATER

THE UNNAMED

ukg, ragga-jungle, gospel-jungle, spoken word, experimental christmas

JUNGLE BELLS

cliffhanger

“Mirrors / Tristesse” is a summer album about love, guilt, freedom and the versions of ourselves we try to outrun. Set against the heat of the Mediterranean coast, these twelve songs move through the first sparks of desire, the jealousy and mischief that follow, the quiet tragedies we don’t see until they’re already behind us, and the melancholy that becomes a permanent companion.

Built from a fusion of French chanson, chamber-folk and intimate indie storytelling, the album draws on the emotional architecture of Mirrors — self-interrogation, memory, the stories we perform — and carries it into the sun-drenched world of Bonjour Tristesse.

From the villa above the sea to the Parisian atelier, from the white suit on stage to the final acceptance of tristesse itself, these songs follow the arc of a summer that begins like a lie and ends like a lesson you never stop learning.

A coastal dream darkened by consequence — a sister album to Mirrors, and a chapter in its shadow.

The Boy in the Water

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

The Boy in the Water

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