*”I WAS HERE”, the debut album from PAMAGOTCHI, lands FRIDAY 3RD MAY*

I am so very excited to be releasing this little EP, and it’s happening in 5 days time! In the meantime check out the fantastical album cover created by Jason Angelone and Fractal Dust! They are true wizards and I love what they have created!

I am so excited to share this with you all. I hope you are going to love it!

Please share, spread the word, get excited, and boogie!

P

<3

“White Flag”

“Angles, sore, problems peak. // That dress you wore, a white flag // A sign for me to speak”

A remix of a beautiful piece by hubrist

“Blurry”

In the run up to EP o’clock, I thought I would share more of my music with those who might not be familiar with hitRECord…

This particular one was inspired by a piece by valily and was recorded a few weeks ago with a very sore throat using a beautiful piece by lyrictician

If you like it, please feel free to share it far and wide!

What a wonderful, inspiring video! I love seeing people brought together to share in a moment of joy!

Imagine each of these musicians comes from a different corner of the world. Some might be old hands at what they do. Some might just be starting out. Some might be professionals. Some might just play for fun.

Each brings his or her different gift, different sound, different vision to this communal square. Alone, their sound might not amount to much in such a large space. But together; together they weave a tapestry of sound. Together they create something larger than the sum of their parts, and, whatsmore, they share it with everyone.

That’s hitRECord. Right there.

Here’s to many more years of bringing people together.

Ode to joy. Ode to joy indeed.

“In The Days Ahead” (click through for hitRECord)

Sometimes it isn’t love, but it’s still perfect.

Guitar by Matthew Lister

and a freshly smoked up earth

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Ladies n’ gentlemen,

the ghetto is much larger n’ stranger than you done been led ta believe
there is extraordinary thangs up in yo’ everydizzle lives
there is hidden treasures up in familiar shadows
you done been kept shielded
shielded from tha dangerous n’ untamable ghetto of tha actual
we hand it all ta you on a plate packaged n’ pristine
the blandly mass-produced trinkets
the omnipresent corporate cafes
the unchallengin domeless autotuned overprocessed media dat fills yo’ screens n’ airwaves
we’ve anaesthetised you like a Huxleyan Soma
with all tha aroma of neatnizz n’ control
whilst tha disorder of yo’ anarchic nature has been poundin at yo’ soul
we can never be like you
so our crazy asses reduce you ta simplicity
but you have sparkz of divinity
yo ass is gangbangin infinity
we make you fear yo’ imperfections
but up in fact they is tha diamond of yo’ being
and they will always offer unimaginable variations
you have forgotten how tha fuck ta dream
cuz our crazy asses have removed it from yo’ language
but there is thangs inside you dat is mysterious n’ magical n’ impossible ta explain
and if anythang cannot be rationally explained then our machines aint gonna compute
yo ass is bein watched, mah playas
yo ass is taxed livestock
yo ass is numbers on our screens
and yo ass is seekin lil other than tha peaceful parade of pictures on screens
the tranquil melody of corporate lullaby
this be a invitation
put down yo’ newspapers
turn off yo’ tvs
cuz there be a war bein waged fo’ yo’ minds
and yo ass is startin ta feel scared
yo ass is startin ta forget just how tha fuck free n’ bangin you straight-up are
deep inside you there be a roarin fire
that aint defed by comfort and tamed by fear
a fire dat burns up in all thangs
a fire dat can drag yo’ fellow beings outta stagnant waters
and re-imagine yo’ ghetto wit no leader and station
no grants from rich foundations
a ghetto dat aint done cooked up of atoms but stories
a ghetto dat shifts its shape wit every last muthafuckin passin daydream dat intervenes yo’ everyday routines
and tha narcotic momentz of creatizzle bliss
the bizarre stomach flutterings wit tha freaks you kiss
the complex structures you devise
and tha endless nights shootin stars tha fuck into yo’ eyes
there is trailz of light up in yo’ collectizzle dreams
there is sentience up in yo’ discarded machines
everythang up in dis ghetto is intoxicatin
everythang is on fire all tha time
and yo ass is bound only by tha limitz of yo’ imagination every last muthafuckin thang else will follow
the ghetto will follow
as above so below
a freshly smoked up heaven n’ a freshly smoked up earth

Try your own here

Image by tessicule

Whenever I am doubting myself or I am lacking inspiration, I always seem to come back to this song.

I wrote this song in an outpouring of love for a dear friend, one of those effortless moments where LizzieMackie’s instrumental came together perfectly with what I was feeling.

Whenever I feel like I am hitting a wall, this song reminds me that I can do it, and sometimes it’s best to do it by just saying what you really feel. Keeping it simple, and keeping it “love”.

“Most of all, I was born to fly”