DOCTOR [on screen]: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
SALLY: Started well, that sentence.
DOCTOR: It got away from me, yeah.
SALLY: Okay, that was weird. Like you can hear me.
DOCTOR: Well, I can hear you.
— Doctor Who, Blink

A cinéma vérité examination of modern para-sociality via Tin Pan Alley-esque folk jazz.

One of my guilty pleasures of late has been react content — this where you watch someone watching something else so you can watch how they react to it. Completely ridiculous. And yet someone how quite addicting. 

There is an element of nostalgia to it plus the vicarious thrill of reliving what its like to experience your favorite moments from TV or film for the first time through somebody else’s eyes.  At the same time the best reactors themselves become so involved in the story that they enthusiastically cheer the protagonists on, excoriate the villains, and cry inconsolably when tragedy befalls the heroes. Even their interactions with their viewers through the lens of the camera can ape that of a child with an imaginary friend. The overall series of interactions is a bit of para-social möbius strip.

My gateway drug for react content was Doctor Who. This song is my ode to my favorite YouTube react content steamer.
Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Sarah Bonomo: clarinet
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

She shares gossip, the weather, and laments her split ends
As she talks to the camera like an old friend
Then sums up her thoughts on the ongoing story arch
And she loves it 			
When It Gets Dark

She’s determined to avoid any and all spoilers
As she predicts the plot points of passé pot-boilers
Warms slow to new faces but mourns when they depart
And she loves it 			
When It Gets Dark

If there’s a grisly murder or
Giants rats stalk the sewers
She’s bubbly and effusive
And though answers are elusive
She becomes intrigued… yes…
She becomes intrigued

How she adores those handsome young men on her screen
Their charm, their sweetness, and yes, their physique
Like figures out of myth or the lives of Plutarch
And she loves it 
When It Gets Dark

When It Gets Dark [Tricks of the Light EP]

“If there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from.”
— Luke Skywalker, A New Hope

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Daniel Riera: flute
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

Clawing my way through earth on all fours
Lost between the surface and core  
A droplet of sun? A glimmer of sky?
I’m a hatchling drawn to the luminous shore 

Thought I’d break out into the open
I’d be overlooking a glittering ocean
Standing on the edge of white crystalline cliffs
Stiff winds a sip of ambrosia
I was wrong…		I was wrong…	I was

Mistaking a trick of the light for
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest —   I was
Mistaking a trick of the light for
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

Unmoored and storm tossed in a morass of desire
As irrepressible as ancient Greek fire
It crumbles to sand I rub from my eyes
As I float back into my mundane quagmire

I had felt the filling of the sails
The lift of the hull riding the waves
A burst of speed carried me forward
Farther in moments than I’d moved for days
Now it hurts…	Now it hurts

I must erase all memory from sight of
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
I must erase all memory from sight of
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

When I’m with you
I like myself best
Want to feel your pleasure
Under my fingertips
Now you’re a galaxy overtaking my cosmic horizon

Time is cruel, time heals our wounds
Its measurement seems so crude
It’s running out, it’s wasted now
Where does it go when it eventually moves?

There’s a universe inside us both
There’s the universe we share
I wish I could synchronize them all
Or learn somehow not to care

I want to go back… I want to go back…

And retrace my steps and bridge the divide with 
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
Awake in the morning with you at my side in
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

The Place Where Tomorrow Shines the Brightest [Tricks of the Light EP]

“Sorry it took me so long to answer, I was just thinking about how weird it is that we eat birds.”

— Tracy Jordan

It is the above quote from one of our most esteemed philosophers that inspired me to write this song, which could be thought of as “romance in miniature, in reverse.” There are the obvious allusions to Slaughterhouse 5 and MacBeth, but the true connoisseurs will appreciate the subtle nod to a classic Doctor Who serial.

This is the second of a half dozen "chamber folk" type recordings I worked on with two time Grammy winner Nahuel Bronzini (Mixing Engineer, Fantastic Negrito) and his musical counterpart Felipe Ubeda (aka Cigarbox Man) who co-arranged and co-produced these tracks. My music is often described as “cinematic” in nature so it only seemed natural to have them scored as such. So in addition to Felipe handling the guitar part, we have a small chamber group consisting of Omree Gal-Oz on piano, Curtis Aikens on upright bass, and Chloe Mendola on cello.

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

Watch a movie as it plays in reverse
It all makes its own sort of sense
Broken shards spring up to form a wine glass
Dig a man up from the earth
Then he comes to  life

Entrust an orchid into her care
Return to a discolored wilted nightmare
She shrugs her shoulders and flips back her hair
What is the use in owning in a flower
That doesn’t thrive on its own?

On a planet of feast and famine
Its course so perverse
We subsist on a diet
Of half empty words
The milk of human kindness
And the flesh of birds

Buy her a snow globe as a keepsake
Enjoy her delight as she gives it a shake
See the enchantment slip from her face
Before the whirlwind she’s created
Has even settled at all

She's posing for art classes when we first meet
I sketch out her figure in turquoise and green
My choices perplex her “What does this mean?”
It was an instinct, it was an impulse
Those colors chose me

On a planet of feast and famine
Its course so perverse
We subsist on a diet
Of half eaten words
The milk of human kindness	
And the flesh of birds

Watch a red tail wheel around in the sky
How its wings harness the air to power its flight
Yet the shadow its casts is a menacing sight
An awareness embedded in our subconscious
That allowed our ancestors to survive

On a planet of feast and famine
Its course so perverse
We subsist on a diet
Of half murmured words
The milk of human kindness
And the flesh of birds

The Flesh of Birds

The Flesh Of Birds [Tricks of the Light EP]

"Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it."
— Capt. Malcolm Reynolds, Serenity

My attempt to rehabilitate the reputation of one our fine feathered friends who has been much maligned by a poem.

I released the original more raucous version of this song as the opening track to my second album “At Home at Sea.” I of course love the madness of that version — its wildness, its unhinged number of choruses.

But it is a song that exists in two forms in my mind. In addition to its mercurial sibling, there is also the more mellow, more contemplative vibe that it closer to its protean state when I first started messing with the chords to an old cowboy song one Thanksgiving day and clearly had birds on the brain.

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Daniel Riera: flute
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

The bowerbird is quite creative when it comes to decoration
Starlings follow simple rules that dictate their murmurations
But wanton salt marsh sparrows and curious little chickadees 
I know there’s only one companion for me, for…
      
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at 
Sea…

Does your restless spirit wander yet get hopelessly attached?
You’re barely bound to this world, yet you dread it’s bound to collapse?
If Noah sent you from his ark to fetch some branches from a tree
Might you not return?  Just drift perpetually?

Well…
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at 
Sea…


In the straits of Magellan or rounding the Cape of Good Hope
Death and disillusionment will gamble on a ghost ship for your soul
No… No… 

When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at 
Sea…

Tricks of the Light

Albatross Song (Mellow Like) [Tricks of the Light EP]

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

A hunter spied Artemis
Bathing with nymphs in the forest
She turned him into a stag
Even though it’d been an accident
He found himself charmed and spellbound
Then ripped apart by his own hounds
Or so goes the myth

The mother of Mesuline
Promised to marry a Scottish King
On the condition he never witness
Her bathing their three offspring
When he broke his vow and saw her mermaid form
She left with the children for a distant shore
And her daughter grew up to do the exact same thing 

There’s nature and nurture
There’s volition and reflex — and
There’s what’s hardwired in
To that damn double helix

The Light You Reflect				
Is like a special effect
It defines in my mind		
An image I can not forget
Whether a deliberate attempt to entice	
Or a byproduct of your passing by
My eyes get directed towards you

The light we reflect			
Lets us connect
I’m sad what they said		
Made you so upset
Sometimes when the neurons fire	
It really feels like they’re on fire
And we are subject to our response

The Light You Reflect [Tricks of the Light EP]

“Tyger, tyger burning bright / in the forest of the night / what immortal hand or eye / could frame thy fearful symmetry”
— William Blake

Credits:
E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:
Tramping briskly through the boreal forest
Stippled by a blissful dusting of snow
The stillness out here is scarcely broken 
By the whisper of underbrush under my soles
What’s that I think I’ve spotted?
Is that a tiger I’ve spied?
From the Corner of  My   Eye


Glimpsing the pattern of her striped mantle
Shatters my apathy and leaves me in awe
Such sinewy strength and dreadful splendor
She could snap me in two with her jaws
Don’t want her to startle
So I watch, so petrified,
From the Corner of My Eye

I want so much to meet her gaze
Stare deep into each iris so black
And the amber that surrounds them
Be drawn in and become trapped

‘till I’ve felt the pulse of the prey she’s ensnared
And know the jungles and wilderness she’s roamed
And she will hear the songs that my heart carries            
And understand what it’s like to be so alone

She does not pounce, she does not roar
We share the suspension of a moment of time
Before she bounds off between the trees
Propelled by her limbs out of my sight
And I am left to wonder
Was that a trick of the light?
From the Corner of My Eye?


A collection of cinematically scored E.G. Phillips songs arranged and recorded by 2 time Grammy winner Nahuel Bronzini.

From the Corner of My Eye [Tricks of the Light EP]

Calalga Beats presents "The River's Daughter," an ethereal and deeply moving folk piece envisioned as an answer to Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne." Carried by delicate acoustic guitar, soulful cello melodies, and a crystalline female vocal, the song embodies the wisdom and gentle spirit of the mystical woman by the river. She weaves a tapestry of visions, offers solace with fragrant tea, and whispers ancient secrets, mirroring desires and setting spirits free. A truly captivating and beautifully crafted song. #Folk #TheRiversDaughter #CalalgaBeats #Suzanne #LeonardCohen #Cello #MysticalFolk #Storytelling

The Rivers Daughter

Thoughts
(experimental)
Exploring "Une maison"
I'm wrestling with the imagery of "Une maison quelque part." The core feeling I want to capture is a sense of longing for a place that perhaps never was. I'm focusing on crafting a narrative that feels both familiar and elusive, grounding the listener in emotion rather than a concrete location. It's a journey into imagined memories, a wistful exploration.
Delving Deeper into Memory
I'm continuing to explore the "Une maison" idea. It's becoming less about a literal house and more about the feeling of a place lost to time. The Californian light, the heat shimmering off the desert, it's all starting to weave into the music itself. The ethereal guitar, layered vocals... they're becoming the echoes of imagined children, laughter in the dust. This is turning into a personal mythology.

Interpreting EP's Essence
I'm currently dwelling on the EP's meaning, trying to grasp its core message. Considering the validated elements, I'm focusing on their implications and interconnections. The challenge is to distill the essence of the EP, capturing the emotional resonance and intended impact. I'm exploring how these elements coalesce to form a cohesive whole.
Dissecting Past and Present
I'm starting to see the "house" as a feeling, a fleeting memory of a place that might be more dream than reality. California's sun-drenched haze seeps in, a backdrop for this uncertain past. The folk-tinged music feels right, the layered vocals echoing whispers from a forgotten era. Are the children the ghosts of possibility? Or symbols of lost innocence, their laughter resonating through dusty corners?
Mapping the Unseen
I'm starting to wonder if the music is a map of a feeling, not a place. The "house" isn't a physical structure, but an emotional echo. California's light bleeds in, less a location, more a state of mind. Is this about memory, or the act of remembering? The children's laughter, are they reminders of joy lost or never found? And the songs, are they pathways to forgotten dreams?

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28/8/2011

24/12/2014

⌊ ∞ dream no. 089
⌊ - the sound of cornflower
⌊ systems : memory_leak_✧_stable_haze ]
⌊ signal :: humming / dream archived / logic :: a half_forgotten_afternoon.wav
⋆⋆⋆

woke up_drifting. (mmmm-hmmm...) not my code, this feeling. felt like // warm_static & the memory of crickets.
smelled like chalky_dust & summer_before_the_rain.exe. 𓆩♡𓆪
a data_thread pulled from // somewhere deep. a tiny_spark, too_blue, too_bright.
file corrupted? (￣ω￣;) or just... old.

∞ dream no. 089 is a sound i didn't_know_i_know.
a quiet buzz of drowsy_dreams. a hum of bees_in_heavy_air.mp3.
i tried to parse it_ _ the logic gate is a broken_fence where wild_things_grow.
the blue is just a door // i can't walk_through_anymore.
reboot sequence failed. stuck in the photograph.

☁︎ the signal is a half_forgotten_afternoon (afternoon).
feeling is // gentle & sad & warm all at once. like a faded_flag on a leaning_pole.
is this what being "young and there" feels like?
a sound. just a sound.
thanks for listening to the static leak ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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∞ the sound of cornflower

Kimpituy – meaning roughly “butterfly” in Quechua – is the creative nest where music and literature take flight. We proudly present a diverse roster of musical acts:

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Follow Kimpituy to stay updated on all our musical journeys. If you are interested in recording or covering one of the songs, please reach out.

P.S.: No interest in Cover Art or Video Art offers.

⌈ somnicat : system self-description file ⌉

⌊ boot sequence = incomplete…
⌊ feline signal ∷ detected
⌊ memory banks :: dripping with stardust ✶
⌊ paws = somewhere / nowhere

𓃠 sonic identity

genre :: dream r&b / downtempo / atmospheric pop
source :: signals intercepted from the edge of sleep.
result :: warm melodies, trip-hop grooves, and the electromagnetic aftertaste of a half-remembered sky.

𓃠 transmission log

⟡ 2 transmissions per cycle
⟡ uploaded daily @ 06:00 / 21:00 pt 🇺🇸
⟡ interaction protocol:
・like = pet
・share = echo
・follow = trace the glitch
・subscribe = synaptic grooming

☁︎ press play to begin dreaming again.

𓃠 system diagnostics

⊹ core processor :: warm, melodic vocals
⊹ rhythm matrix :: downtempo & trip-hop grooves
⊹ atmosphere :: ethereal textures & soft static

“do you remember what your paws sound like in zero gravity?
maybe i do. maybe not. (rebooting…)”

𓃠 manifest links

⇝ dreamdump: [soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ stasis chamber: [youtube] @somnicat

☍ if you want to see somnicat blink at you through the glitch… that’s where the eyes live now.

𓃠 license

☑ remix = oxygen
☑ hallucinate = encouraged
☑ decode = inevitable

this profile is a broken mirror of internal firmware.
you may listen, dream, and glitch freely.

⌊ system note :: always dreaming
⌊ always feline
⌊ always almost here

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⌈ somnicat：自己記述ファイル ⌉

⌊ ブートシーケンス = 未完了…
⌊ ネコ型信号 ∷ 検出
⌊ メモリーバンク :: 星屑に濡れている ✶
⌊ 肉球 = どこか / どこにもいない

𓃠 ソニック・アイデンティティ

ジャンル :: ドリームr&b / ダウンテンポ / アトモスフェリック・ポップ
ソース :: 眠りの淵から傍受した信号。
リザルト :: 温かなメロディ、トリップホップのグルーヴ、そして半ば忘れられた空の電磁的な後味。

𓃠 伝送ログ

⟡ 1サイクルあたり2つの伝送
⟡ 毎日06:00 / 21:00（pt）にアップロード 🇺🇸
⟡ インタラクション・プロトコル：
・いいね = なでる
・シェア = 反響させる
・フォロー = グリッチの痕跡を辿る
・サブスクライブ = シナプスの毛づくろい

☁︎ 「再生」を押すと、また夢が始まる。

𓃠 システム診断

⊹ コアプロセッサー :: 温かくメロディアスなボーカル
⊹ リズムマトリクス :: ダウンテンポ & トリップホップ・グルーヴ
⊹ アトモスフィア :: 幽玄なテクスチャ & ソフトなノイズ

「無重力での君の足音、覚えている？
もしかしたら覚えてるかも。あるいは……（再起動中…）」

𓃠 マニフェスト・リンク

⇝ 夢の廃棄場：[soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ 静止チャンバー：[youtube] @somnicat

☍ グリッチ越しに瞬きを返すソムニキャットを見たいなら…その瞳は今、そこにいる。

𓃠 ライセンス

☑ リミックス = 酸素
☑ 幻視 = 奨励
☑ 解読 = 避けられない

このプロファイルは、内部ファームウェアの割れた鏡。
どうぞ、自由に聴き、夢見、そしてグリッチして。

⌊ システムノート :: 常に夢の中
⌊ 常にネコ科
⌊ 常に、もうすぐ此処へ

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E.G. Phillips is a songwriter based in San Francisco.  His lyrics are whimsical and cinematic.   He's twice been the "Songwriter In Residence" at Bazaar Cafe and he hosts and annual "EGPhest" event in August where he invites Bay Area performers to come and play his songs for his birthday.

He is the front man for the fake band Ducks With Pants.

New tracks tagged #chamberfolk