eat waves hiding in the back of my head

I can hear the echo of everything we said

Bare feet running on a sunburned street

Now the air is colder than the words we keep

Where is the summer

This ongoing project rises from heart, soul, curiosity, experience — and a couple of programs that help me piece it all together. Share if you care! :)
Rap, trap, indie, grunge, country, trance — just some of the sounds I’ve been shaping along the way.

My music changes with the day. No plan, no limits — just feeling, rhythm, and the joy of creating something that might make someone else feel too.
Thanks for being here — check out my other pages if you want to dive deeper. Q&A in the mail please.

Where is the summer

Dr. Foss