My new EP, LAOCHLAN, is out now 🌑💽
I couldn’t have made this record without @youdontknowjack__ , my co-producer, engineer & friend 🖤 thank you to @zachbloomstein for mastering 🎛️
The cover is a self-portrait I took in the backyard of my childhood home at 4am last December. It was 20°F! ⛄️
I hope you all enjoy the view 🍑 ;) and these songs I wrote for my inner child. Happy to say she is no longer lost in the abyss. Now we walk hand in hand through the darkness.
This is just part 1… there’s much more to come! 👹
Behind the track: SOMNOLENCE! A look at how I built an early demo of the smash hit from my ep LAOCHLAN 🔮 thanks for finishing this one with me @youdontknowjack__ 🖤
#musicproduction #songwriting #logicpro
What tf possessed me to write a Celtic pop song called SNAP MY NECK AND THROW ME DOWN THE WELL?? Finally telling the origin story…
Couldn’t have done it without @youdontknowjack__ as my copilot 🎛️🎸 and the blessing & talents of @lizknowlesmusic 🎻 also featuring Colleen Donahue on guitar & bones, John Whelan on accordion, and John Ballesteros on percussion. Original sample engineered by Mark Hubbard. SMN mixed by Jack and mastered by @zachbloomstein .
86th Street–Bleak Street, a poem
Here I am, again
Walking to my death
No I am not in
Danger, at least not physically
Emotionally perhaps
Psychologically?
I am being melodramatic.
But here I am, again
Walking in a new neighborhood
That I did not know until
Recently, when I took a lover
Found a lover?
When a lover arrived at my doorstep
But really, me at theirs
(His)
So here I am, again
Taking a chance as one must
As a human looking for love.
History has shown me
That this rarely works out
As I hope it does
As I pray it does
Am I really that desperate?
That I plead to a deity
Who’s existence I’m not even
Entirely certain of
For a 𝘮𝘢𝘯?
I know that’s not entirely the case
I’m wanting for a partner
To share in life
Pure and simple.
And where am I looking for it?
(For him)
Bleak Street.
Or as it’s alternatively known
86th Street.
Get it? 86
Like 86’d.
Which is always what I am
Or at least that’s how it feels
Discarded once
I’ve served my purpose
…whatever that may be.
And so alas, here I am
Again
Leaving this neighborhood
That I wish
Could have become familiar
But at the very least, my head is
Held high.
