2025
The Mine
There’s a place deep beneath the surface, where the air is thick with dust and desperation, and the only sound is the distant clatter of something unseen, something alive. The Mine is no ordinary hole in the earth—it’s a labyrinth of madness, carved out by men who lost their way long ago, digging for something they’d never find. The deeper you go, the less you remember why you came. The flickering lanterns cast long, jagged shadows, and the walls hum with a low, unrelenting frequency, like the Earth itself is whispering secrets it was never meant to share.
Some say there’s gold down there. Others say there’s only darkness. But once you step inside, it doesn’t matter—you’re in The Mine now, and the only way out is to keep digging.
2024
Kangaroo Mouse
The kangaroo mouse is a whispering shadow, a flicker of cosmic energy darting through the endless desert like a mirage on legs. It hops with a grace that feels otherworldly, each leap an electric pulse sent through the sands, a fractal dance of survival in a world that shifts and swirls in strange, kaleidoscopic patterns. Beneath the moon's silver gaze, it tunnels through the earth like a creature born from the dreams of the stars, carving its path in secret, hidden from the scorching sun. This little being moves through the vastness of space and time, a tiny but relentless force, attuned to the vibrations of the desert, existing in the space between reality and illusion, thriving in a rhythm only it can hear.
2024
American Spirit
"American Spirit" is a sprawling, instrumental journey through the raw, untamed energy of the open road. Its hypnotic layers of psych-infused jazz and rock weave together like a desert windstorm—chaotic yet purposeful, fierce yet fleeting. The guitars swell and spiral, evoking the wild hum of a horizonless drive, while the rhythm section pounds with relentless intensity, like the pulse of a restless engine. This track is pure atmosphere: equal parts tension and release, chaos and clarity. It’s a sonic snapshot of freedom’s edge—unpredictable, untamed, and utterly alive.
2024
Bonzo
Bonzo was a survivor, a dog who had known chains and loneliness but never lost the spark of hope. His cautious steps carried the weight of a life spent searching for freedom, and when it finally came, it was nothing short of explosive. He didn’t just run—he soared, tearing through grass, rolling in dirt, and howling at the sky with a joy that was almost defiant. Bonzo’s every movement was a celebration of life reclaimed, a reminder that even the most battered spirits can find freedom and embrace it with unrelenting, boundless joy.
2024
Muktown Lighthouse
The Muktown Lighthouse stands defiant at the edge of the world, a lonely sentinel wrapped in fog and madness, staring out over the heaving Pacific like a half-drunk prophet too stubborn to drown. The wind howls through its rusted railings, carrying whispers of shipwrecks and lost souls who mistook its glow for salvation. Salt crusts the walls like the residue of old sins, and the beam—flickering, relentless—cuts through the abyss, searching for something it will never find. This is no tourist attraction. This is a monument to the beautifully damned, a place where time folds in on itself and the only truth is the crash of the waves and the endless, merciless pull of the sea.
2022
Movies on the Ceiling
"Movies on the Ceiling" drifts in like a lucid dream, weightless and untethered, a slow-motion dive into the space between memory and illusion. The instrumentation sways and shimmers, a hazy tide pulling you deeper, while her voice floats above it all—soft yet magnetic, like a half-remembered whisper from another dimension. It’s the sound of sleepless nights and neon reflections, of thoughts unraveling like film reels against the ceiling, casting shadows of love, longing, and the beautiful blur of what’s real and what’s imagined. A song for the in-between, where time slows, reality bends, and the past and future flicker like forgotten scenes waiting to be rewound.