I still remember the night when my eyes first saw you, when I forgot all my words, like futile chords washed away by an essential orchestra. Did we not dance the floor as no two danced before? It felt pure when my eyes saw you. They never saw the same ever since that night, Kathryn. It sounded true. Was I not ready to sing vastly as the sky? Were we not dancing over my lonesome years, sixteen old, my eyes blue, yours hazel-gold? In this freakish world, you're like a graceful song. But I fell back onto my own steps. Kathryn, I fell in a panic. For it felt true on our dance floor, like a ship, too beautiful to leave the shore, no chorus, no words. But I fell back with a daunting path before my feet. The waves behind me, a symphony singing Kathryn, Kathryn, Kathryn....
The Brooklyn-based artist takes on the many sides of nightlife in the city with elegant and eccentric homemade pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2021
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020