Picture this: at a keyboard just to the left of this picture from 2023, a moment from just the summer before. July. Happy Mondays at prism analog. the 4 foot diameter fan is whirring under a seascape of underwater bass riffs, waves crashing rhythmically like cymbals on a kit, some chatting voices…and every so often a perfect groove to stand in. A summer intern lets her feet sink into the ocean, quietly smiling at the scene. nick, prism’s owner, points her toward the keys, encouraging. SHe waits until the soundscape softens. Her ears are new and blushing.

then on a wurlitzer with a light-up keyboard visualizer, she offers a song of hers to spark some ideas. she sings patio, lalallalala etc, and after most people file out, the bassist stays back and says hi. He offers his hand to help build the song, if she wants, and record it. she felt truth in his kindness, and they started working together on a mighty translation process that would unfurl all sorts of forest ferns in the next (and hopefully next again) few years.