I follow wind as it goes,
I have wandered to nowhere at all,
just to see where it leads,
just to see where it leads.
I walk through emerald fields under mountainsI don't know
where I go,
Where I go,
Where I go,
Where I go.
Wind as mountains that do speak,
Wind as old blood at your feet,
Wind as trumpets moving music towards the seas,
Tripping over coyote tales in history.
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024
Delicate and personal folk-pop from Castle Theater: honest observations and reflections presented as thoughtful, well-written miniatures. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2022