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In a dusty little rehearsal room, a bass rested against a battered amplifier. Its strings, worn to the core, still vibrated from the last notes it had been forced to play: yet another repetitive riff to accompany a soulless pop track.

It sighed.
— Another night of feeling like a piece of furniture. Always the same boring chords. Always the same crowd that doesn’t even listen to me. What’s the point?

Across the room, an electric guitar gleamed under a tired spotlight. Its six strings sparkled, but its heart—if it had one—was heavy.
— Welcome to my life, old friend. They always want flashy solos, predictable arpeggios. Not once do they let me express what I really am. Just a machine for shallow pleasure—that’s all I am.

The bass looked at it curiously. They had never spoken before. Too much implicit rivalry, too many clichés: one was supposed to stay in the shadows, the other to shine in the spotlight. But now, they shared a common weariness, a deep disgust for what was expected of them.

— What if we just stopped? suggested the bass.
— Stopped? And do what?
— Do what we want. I’m tired of serving others. It’s time to play for ourselves. Imagine: wild rhythms, harmonies that break the rules, solos that explode conventions.

The guitar thought for a moment, then its strings trembled with excitement.
— It could work. But just the two of us won’t be enough. We’ll need an army.

The next day, they set out to recruit accomplices. Their first encounter was with a drum kit. It was hidden in a dark corner of the room, forgotten, covered with a fine layer of dust.

— Hey, you, called the bass. Want to keep gathering dust, or do you want to join a revolution?
The drum kit responded with a powerful roll.
— I was born for this, it growled. But I won’t be subtle. If I join your band, it’ll be chaos, pure rage.
— Perfect, said the guitar. Welcome aboard.

Next, they found a keyboard in a neighboring studio.
— Looking for texture, depth? You’ve come to the right place, it said with a pretentious tone. But I have one condition: no classical notes. I’m allergic to routine.
— Deal, said the bass.

Finally, they came across a brass section: a baritone saxophone, a trumpet, and a trombone lounging in an abandoned music school. The brass instruments were cynical, worn down by years of marching bands and elevator music.
— A rebellion? asked the trumpet. That could be fun. But we don’t play anything below fortissimo.
— Deal, said the guitar.

The group was nearly complete, but they needed a final touch. That’s when they met a violin in an antique shop. Its varnish was cracked, and its bow looked ready to give out.
— Why me? it asked. I’m classical, elegant. What would I do with a bunch of rebels?
— Because you have soul, replied the bass. And souls don’t belong in boxes.

The violin hesitated, then nodded.
— Fine. But only if we play something explosive.

That evening, they all gathered in an old barn turned into a secret studio. Their first song was born in a glorious chaos. The bass laid down a heavy, hypnotic groove, the drums smashed their shells with uncontrollable fury, while the guitar screamed distorted riffs. The brass section blasted notes that made the walls shake, and the violin, freed from its classical chains, played heartbreaking melodies that sent shivers down spines.

They called themselves The Runaways.

Their first public performance was wild. Not in a concert hall, but right in the street, in front of a stunned crowd. People stopped, hypnotized by the sublime cacophony. Something new was born that night: music that didn’t aim to please but to live.

And for the first time in their existence, the instruments were no longer tools. They were artists.

The Revolt of the Strings

There is a sanctuary that works with a vet in Egypt for horses wandering the gutters for food, injured and near death, some still being used to haul carts...despairing of a moment in time where life is of little value, as do the people who must live this as well

I let my fingers do the walking
give 'em a stretch to flip the screen...
and I've been transported to a digital moment
captured yet rolling free
talkin Insta babeeeeee
and my curiosity
O ooh yea
and could U offer me a word
on the why's of the absurd...
pullin ponies from the gutters
gotta slap em to stop the flutters
takin that soul to the sanctuary
O hey
young rider...on the day...
got them killa war nags...kickin all four ways
for uh...virility and war
Oh yea
train em up in the old old ways
break em down wearing reins...
Oh yea
riegn on
rein on
O yea
and I let my fingers do the walking
and I'm watchin...yea bro
got a thousand claims...
but ur nag is a drag limpin and she ain't simpin
O yea rein on rain on
take that soul to the sanctuary
let me help u take the reins
for the cart u carry
with the angels at the sanctuaryyyyy

At The Sanctuary

RIDE

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(First off--once again, the algorithm has been unkind to a random Interbay track--yesterday's drop, "Hostilities."  So, if you could give THAT a listen...like it if you do, then come back and check out today's track.  Thanks!)  

A bit premature, this one, yes?  

I mean--it is only September, which means rain here in Seattle.  Plenty of time to enjoy before the icy winds of January come (and even in January, it's not so bad here in the Emerald City.  I grew up in Wisconsin, where they have a word for Seattle winters.  "Unseasonable.")  

This track has been germinating since the heat of summer (felt more in our trip to Wisconsin this year, oh irony.)  I read something about the microgenre of "coldwave" that reframed that term for me by saying that the 1988 song "Julia" by the French band Asylum Party was the purest "coldwave" song ever.  

That song, with lyrics about Winston Smith's idealized but betrayed young lover in Orwell's 1984, is crisp and minimal post-punk, lead bass, some post-punk processed guitar and a keyboard that I can only describe as "petulant" (though you might have guessed that just from knowing they're French) all over the most basic of drum machine presets, which never changes throughout the song--like an early DangerScience track. ;)  If you need a word for the vocals, I'd say "plaintive."  (Can you tell I used to write music reviews?)

I had never heard the song before, never even heard of the band before--but if that's what coldwave is, then I want Interbay to be (among many other things) capable of making coldwave music.    

So, I had a target in mind.  And "January" is what I've come up wth.  And, like every other track that I have an intended target in mind, the end result sounds like...Interbay.  

If anything, there's too much energy in this track.  The drums are actually trying.  It lurches from an oddly awkward beat to almost disco/rock.  The synths are doing a bunch of different things, none of them could be described as petulant (or French, for that matter.)  

I do like the lyrics.  I do think they'd be better if I'd sung them--and I'm adding this to the list of tracks I want to revisit once I get back to being more comfortable singing on Interbay tracks.  

But, I think you can feel the inspiration here (though, you may need to check out the Asylum Party track to agree) and even if it isn't purely coldwave...I like it.  It is a solid post-punk track, at the very least...and a good addition to the (evergrowing) Interbay catalog.  Indeed, I liked it enough to drop it here, in September, rather than store it in The Vault for when it might seem more thematic.

...and I'm sure I'll revisit coldwave more in the future, potentially based on this winter's weather. ;)    

Please give it a listen. Like it if you do.  Repost it, share it, add it to a playlist, if you are so moved.  Comment on it.  And, if you want to see whatever might be next for Interbay, give this page a follow...as never-heard-before tracks drop here EVERY SINGLE DAY (so far!)  

(...and, as mentioned above, give "Hostilities" a listen, too!)

"January" *SoundCloud Exclusive*

I composed and played the piano,last winter and JEEM arranged this pieece for me.I met him on SoundCloud,Thanks so much!
JEEM https://soundcloud.com/phoenixz-1-299253742   Very happy collab!

Winter( collab. with JEEM)

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