indie music
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In conversation with Chiara Maria: finding her way back to music
“Since I was a little girl, I have always loved singing. I started songwriting at the age of seven. The first song was ‘The Hamster Song,’” Chiara Maria confessed, laughing. “After that, it was just like a way for me to process my emotions, but I never told anyone about it. I didn’t want anyone…
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In conversation with Claire Martine: stepping out of the comfort zone
“A little grunge, a little dreamy, a little kitschy.” This is the description of the sound that Claire Martine, Milwaukee native-turned New York transplant, has been cultivating and creating for herself. “With leaning into the grunge side of things, with having the shoegaze-y grunge distorted guitars, but I also do really love having digital glitchiness…
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In conversation with Kyra Soto: finding confidence in first drafts
Kyra Soto is no stranger to performing. Where some shy in front of the lens of a camera or the idea of being perceived, she thrives. “I grew up within the arts, and I’ve always just loved being in front of cameras.” She immediately recounts the Nickelodeon show iCarly, which served as the OG average-person-to-influencer…
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In conversation with Golden Cats: building a community with music
The moon’s light guides the cats among a night sky surrounded by nature’s greenery as “Night Walks” by Golden Cats begins to play. This band started as a fun project by two friends, Laura Dalla and Kyle Lenski. One day, Dalla and Lenski were walking on the street. A young child approached them, saying they…
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In conversation with Nick Van Huis of Of House: for the love of music
When musicians form bands, the end goal is almost always the same: a new city every day, screaming fans, award shows, and TV appearances. It’s a common dream, and the present-day saturated market of up-and-coming artists makes the achievement of this dream difficult. For the self-proclaimed, Detroit-based “professional hobbyists” band Of House, though, that dream…
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In conversation with Stolen Gin: BA‑DUM. BA‑DUM. BA‑DUM‑CRASH.
The first time you see Stolen Gin live — not just hear them, but feel them — it’s like being hit by a brass section in a back alley at midnight. There’s a drumbeat crawling up your ribcage, a bassline growling low and hungry, and then five NYU friends fling themselves into the room like someone…
