He-Him-His. Poet. Queer. Cancer. Human. Survivor. Trans-man. Full-Time Heart.

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

-Leonard Cohen

I make sounds for movement, anything that moves.

For the past several years, you were more likely to find Amelia Jackie’s music on a mix-tape in a rusted pickup truck than somewhere online, and her debut album "You can't Fuck The Internet," due April 8, beckons us into the sensual environments that spawned her, where the smell of sweet peaches meets the fumes of burnt diesel. With tracks that range from indie rock bops to country-inflected ballads, Jackie's lyrics reach across emotional landscapes from dysphoria to desire, grief to love, white leather to lace. 

Raised by a single mom and three sisters, Amelia Jackie spent most of her childhood moving around from place to place, a lifestyle that continued through adulthood until settling in to New York City. With a bewitching voice comparable to Margo Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies, and a lyrical sentiment which conjures Dorothy Alison or Carson McCullers, Jackie’s voice is the rough sugar at the bottom of the tea that’s almost too sweet to bear. It’s music that’s not concerned with pretense, but instead invites the listener to feel at home among her multitude of derelict beloveds. Mischievous, generous, and wild, Amelia Jackie shows us that the taller the tale, the truer it is.

Destroying the World one song at a time...

Guitar-Slinger and Lyric-Singer. Solo Artist. Guitars, Harmonica, and Keys of the band Nowherebound. Singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer, and all-around rambling troubadour located in/around central Texas and Barcelona, Spain.

 If you're here, you're likely to find the rarities: demos, working songs, and whatnot. Enjoy.

"Want to write a good song, son? Then get yourself brokenhearted."

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