A shy clown and her friends playing sensitive closet rock.

Home-brewed lo-fi psych.  
Additive-free Iconography for the blind.

If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead.   My name was Benjamin Marlowe Rozsa.  I was a life-long aspiring artist.  Painting, music, writing, photography…….. I did it all babies.   Here is a small assortment of songs I wrote and recorded over the years.   A few friends played or sang on some tracks here and there, but most instruments and vocals are recorded and performed  by myself.  For better or worse.

I don't know where I fit musically yet. I'm just doing what I can, and that's good enough for now. 
(Portland, OR) 

Born in McMinnville to an extended family of blue-collar musicians, Lucas Benoit is an inveterate song-maker and a founding member of the NW folk-rock favorites, The Hill Dogs.

Troubadour to the life sick, sidewalk prince of an invisible garden. Peter Pan meets Bob Dylan, they split a Mountain Dew. Donnie falls for Tina and it’s happily hardly after. Artful Dodger, a Midwest wanderer, stealing moments from a day, Lucas’s sing along choruses, jangling melodies and lyrics are junk drawers of metaphor and sweet treasures from the pockets of careless lovers. Tokens of wisdom scratched onto napkins by old friends. Lucas is at home with his arms wrapped round an old wood guitar and with paint and engine oil under his nails.  His crooked smile and honest voice are doors and windows to the world.

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