In the water, did we have names? Did we know who we were? With our voices, did we speak words like lightning's thunder? Did I call you brother sayin, "isn't it tranquil?" Brethren, I got lonely. Sister, I got tired. Family, where've you been? When in the lovely space, where we could see each other, came the static of my lies. Engine gas was filling colors. We are more than markings. We are no baseball players printed on baseball cards. We're more than etchings, brother, sister. I didn't know what to do. I was flabbergasted to breathe thick air like an alien machine, ticking, ticking, selfishly. Family, in the lovely space, where we could see each other, came the static of my lies. Engine gas was filling colors. We are more than markings. We are no baseball players printed on baseball cards. We're more than etchings, brother.
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