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The original title of the project is : Thought after TaughtIn search of the origins of personal understanding and by engaging with the forms of the once learned and since forgotten, I encourage my mind to wander and to question everything that surrounds us. I draw inspiration from the images of my everyday life accompanied by dreams, paintings, readings from philosophers, or by the sound of mus...

Hi, we are Based out of Las Vegas, NV. We want to explore more ways of exposing our music to new audiences. You’re ad came up on my IG Story Feed. Hope you enjoy the tunes! We are working on new music but we still haven’t had a chance to tour our first EP.Link: angelgroove.comSocial Media: @angelgroovebandMusic links: Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/7r0wm4xy1YmSOi1EHzsOkU?si=skH5oTCxQG-4...

“Noah, an insecure middle schooler suffers a momentary blackout which she struggles to explain to her mother, who has already made her own assumption of the incident.”I developed Tiptoe throughout my senior year at Pratt Institute as my BFA thesis film. 

An original song made by Check Please!

As I sat in my childhood room for the last time listening to The Cure and thinking about all the other 23-year-olds who soundtracked their goodbyes with Robert Smith, I realised that I am a part of the lucky few who will be moving out during UK lockdown number three. Up until this point, I had only felt excitement about leaving the four walls I had spent the past almost-year staring at, willing...

hi there,this is my first song under the project shabby wings. it becomes available everywhere friday august 6th. "centre" is the name of the street that i live on. the chimes in the recording are from my backyard. recording this song was a very healing process and music was a refuge during the peak of the pandemic where i live. i hope it may serve you in the way that you may need. thank you v...

We used to write letters to each other. I keep them stuffed in a little box next to my bed, under the white nightstand where I keep my water. I don’t think that it’s out of shame or regret, Maybe out of sentiment. Proximity. Peeling fingers. The unending tick of my clock.Mumma says I should keep them in a suitcase, “sar se door” (away from my head).I keep it locked, hidden away, stuff it in my...

Dream about the car rolling off the edge of the cliff, going sideways on the interstate. Watch her knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.She has the kinds of hands that you look at and immediately think about how they would feel around your face, on the back of your neck, under the sheets and tangled up in yours. They’re rolled into fists, holding you up by the hair.I wonder what the big bl...

There’s the lockbox under your bed, there’s the door, there’s the light switchI keep my bones on this corner of the bed, tread lightly.The cat would’ve slept in that cornerThis is the house with the green door and brown picket fence, the poolThe chlorine in your eyes, the smell of it in your hairYour skin, the cracks in your palms, everything salty-sweet and warm.This is the basket of apples, t...