Stevie Zita, Joe Kaplow, Galapaghost, and Simon Linsteadt Journey to the Underground of the Conscious Mind

Casey Chandler, an artist from the small hippie town of Woodstock, NY, is the humanoid behind Galapaghost. Chandler produces all his music himself. And when he can afford it, flies to Italy to record with his Italian brother from another mother, Federico.

Chandler now lives in Austin, TX where he continues to write music and play frequent shows around town.

Here is a winsome song from Galapaghost about the world’s collective failure to implement any serious changes due to the crisis of climate change. People all over the world are protesting because they want a better future for the next generation, but they just keep getting stonewalled by the man.

This is the overarching theme of Galapaghost’s latest album ‘A Planet Without An Atmosphere’, and will be sure to send shivers down your spine.

Joe Kaplow, an alternative folk artist from the underground scene of Santa Cruz, brings to us an intimately sad tune from the murky depths of his broken heart.

It is a breakup song called “Cassette”, and will be on Kaplow’s next record scheduled sometime for the summer of 2020.

The video was shot by Noah Rowlett for Tread Softly in San Francisco, CA.

Raw acoustic instrumentation, and wearisome vocal melodies that seem to burn a hole through your heart, sums up the latest from Kaplow, perfectly.

Simon Linsteadt dishes up another experimental alt-folk beauty entitled “No Hangovers in Heaven” from his second solo album ‘Fixing My Head’.

The music video stars Emma Rubinowitz and Linsteadt, and was choreographed by Rubinowitz.

Beauty and grace seems to encompass both the sonic and visual tone of this riveting work of art. And glows of a nostalgic resonance that seems to infect the mind in all its sublime glory.

And now sit back and soak in the eclectic charm of Linsteadt. You’ll not regret it.

Stevie Zita kicks off the autumn season with a brand new shiny track dubbed “The Bat Signal”. The track is an iridescent yearning for more. For the truth. It’s a cold, psychedelic track about allegiance, and the growing pains of the last man — in low-fidelity mind you.

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.” ― Hemingway

And now here is the magical monkey man, the fantastic myth of sonic illusion, the lo-fi bedroom legend himself, Stevie Zita.


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Ellis Walker

Poet and freelance journalist.

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