Somewhere In The South

Back Porch Heaven

Hometown growing to a place I don’t recognize any more.

Hometown gone city

How I Like My Women

This is my first ever country release. A track that took me over 3 weeks to write, shape, and bring to life. “Pour Another Lie” is a story about heartbreak, denial, and the comfort we sometimes find at the bottom of a glass. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it means a lot to me.

As a small producer stepping into new territory, every listen, share, and bit of support means the world. Thank you for giving this one a chance, I truly hope it resonates with you.

— JB 🤠

Pour Another Lie

There comes a time in life where you have to make a decision. Welcome to the Crossroads. 

Crossroads (REMIX)

More Than I Knew

Keeper of your heart

Anna Marie

Took the long way home just to clear my mind,
But the radio wouldn’t let me leave it behind…
Tried drowning it out with neon and noise,
Whiskey in my hand, but your name in my voice.
The jukebox don’t care what I wanna hear,
It just keeps spinning my biggest fear.
Every heartbreak ballad, every lonesome line,
Feels like they wrote ‘em all from my goodbye.
Like ghosts in the chords, memories in the rhyme,
Every chorus pulls me back in time…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
“Whiskey Lullaby” still burns like a brand,
“Neon Moon” takes me right back to your hand.
Even “He Stopped Lovin’ Her Today”
Ain’t just a song—it’s me these days.
Like a radio tuned to heartache’s sound,
Every note just keeps spinning me ‘round…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
Maybe one day I’ll find a new refrain,
But right now, your echo’s still carved in my veins.
Can’t turn the dial, can’t turn the page,
The past keeps playin’ in an endless wave…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
Took the long way home just to clear my mind,
But the radio wouldn’t let me leave it behind…


Every Sad Song

Kryptonite-Randal Baker MD.wav

WELCOME TO THE MUSIC KITCHEN

I’m Kristyn – and this is my kitchen, but instead of food, I’m serving music.
For the past 20 years, I’ve been cooking up stories – sometimes sweet, sometimes bittersweet – and now I'm turning them into songs.

I don’t just write songs – I simmer down real experiences, spice them with emotion, and let technology be my sous-chef. Every note, every artwork, every design comes straight from me, crafted with intention.

So grab a seat, open your ears, and let me serve you a taste of what happens when deep storytelling meets innovation.