soft skin

All songs written and recorded by Jess Awh
Produced by 1999 and Jess Awh
Mastered by Lindsey Williams
Additional performances by:
Kelton Young, Margaret Jane Joffrion, and Warner Brownfield- vocals (1)
1999- programmed instruments, mandolin, vocals, piano (1, 5, 6, 7)
Clem Smith- violin (3)
Chance Riley Kester- vocals (4)
Gavin Cranmer- drums (7)
Olivia Perce- violin (7)
Owen Bernsee- vocals (9)

This album is dedicated to Isaac Q. Horton.

9 Blind Confusion

The first single from Grant Pavol’s debut album, “About a Year,” out September 4th on Accidental Popstar Records

Stream "Bones":
Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/5vNNdibqZcfJv8b65eRdwV

Apple Music:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/bones-single/1519412710?app=music

Tidal:
https://listen.tidal.com/album/145759192

Bandcamp:
https://grantpavol.bandcamp.com/track/bones

Grant Pavol: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Synths, Sampling, Drum Programming,
Percussion, etc.

Rhea Freed: Additional drum programming

Mixed by: Jake Aron

Mastered by: Luke Jr

Bones

a short poem using words and phrases from jorge luis borges' book "fictions"

this audio (words and music) was written to accompany my epq, an immersive multimedia installation exploring the aesthetics of "fictions".

time has already passed

sonder

All We Do Is Talk About It

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that it's unimportant. I'm alone, as well, in my holding cell. It's a frozen hell if anyone can get thru to me. I'm not a ghost, you're the ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral, down, and I don't know what's beneath me, but it looks scary.

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that I'm getting nowhere. I've had enough. I won't join your club, so let's wrap this up and you can just return the postcards.

You're not a ghost, you're my ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral, down, and I don't know what's beneath me, but it sure looks scary.

I'm not a ghost, I'm your ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral. I'm not a ghost, you're the ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral.

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that I'm getting nowhere fast.

time has already passed

olivia ka ransome