DR-82
@janetfangjanetfang - this heart's closed intent
out 9/26/25
synth/harp/guitar trio of n, ellie, and ethan, formerly a band in boston, now geographically split.
'this heart's close intent' is somehow both enveloping and alienating. listen close and step inside, sit warmly between a soft bed of drone and swirling harpstrings from above. but look any closer and it all fades, blurs, slips just out of reach
one song for now, full album on friday. tapes start shipping monday
$5-10 tape preorder now available and first single 'white knuckling; a lot of decibels as far as space in concerned' now streaming at:
linkinbiography
I will be playing my mother's mother's mother's accordion with a coterie of accordionists and violinists. Each of us will also display acumen in some of our respective projects.
P., G., and 𝘮𝘦, stitching a scuffed syntax that still stands because it is about the verity, not the vehicle. That still shows, because it is about the vehicle's verity and vanity plates, too.
Vamoose. The Replacements' Pleased To Meet Me is playing in the car. I "Can't Hardly Wait" Until “My Fingers Touch The Concrete Beneath My Feet…”
Aubrey gave me a job: to identify and catalogue the crucibles that people leave around carefully.
The borders are each pseudorandomly picked and placed from pixels in the picture itself.
I am afraid that we know each other
better than we know ourselves.
This is a sacrificial photo from May twenty-second, twenty twenty-one; there are five other fucked up photos from across time at nonnulla.com/seen/pastoral
