Thank you for teaching us the grace of sandpaper, the razor-kiss of wreckage, staccato-sharp skeleton strung up to a 4/4 time signature.
Read MoreMusic is sacred and it is profane. I can’t help being intrigued by something that holds both so easily.
Read MoreThe songs our team has been spinning as we work to curate your—& our own—burning & cracking & aching into something beautiful for you.
Read MoreIs the sforzando the registration or the dread?
Read MoreWe said to the universe: Please drive faster. Said: Wait up, disaster! Maybe we have an inkling of what we’re summoning even as draw the circle on the floor.
Read MoreThis issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.
Read MoreIt’s a strange thing, to have a relationship with an instrument as complex and fraught as mine is with the harmonium.
Read MoreWhat a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.
Read MoreI think we as humans experience a collective aching to know ourselves, and psychics & therapists each illuminate different access points.
Read MorePlease join us at Half Mystic’s latest gathering this coming Saturday, April 18, 2020, at 9 P.M. EST.
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