Joy and pain have their own special language of dumb intrigue. They play an urgent game of patty cake within each fool heart, and exorcise the stillness with a swing set set up in your throat. The early worm knows this to be true, and keeps a series of low rent-hearts in its pink bosom.

Join us in a tour through our varied and resonant chambers, with:

Lemsharpmajor = keys and voice, sincerity is the new bad bitch energy.

Portia = poetics of static, dragging your feet to charge a touch.

GhostGhang = strings cleanly composed, memory is always grainy.

Fuzzy Things = jangle folk, get up in a field and remember a suburb.

Rosie = poetics of mammals, being where you are is enough art.

Teacup Weather = textural bass, warmth, timing, and a story.

FolkJam = a gambol of an idle lark. improv is just jam in a jar.