Part of the album "Dot Dash" (out Jan 17, 2025) lyrics between daylight and sunset through the blue line somewhere along the twisted vine cascading down into nothingness to break between boundaries to break between air who are we to say who’s right who are we to say who’s relevant when everyone is singular as if divisions no longer define we-are-all-just-keeping-time time to live time to die time to erase time to ignite the boundless fire that consumes our sight morality disintegrates into a sustained note we grasp for the line hope’s architecture drawn from our own design we-are-all-just-keeping-time petals crushed between splintered hands braided fantasies into severed ties the hourglass breaks each glass shard is a window to some promised future the velvet cerulean curtain drapes over their misgivings perspective is a coin both sides are neither the truth cryptic messages from the angels come through we grasp for the line hope’s architecture drawn from our own design we-are-all-just-keeping-time we-are-all-just-keeping-time we-are-all-just-keeping-time we-are-all-just-keeping-time credits released December 4, 2024 Vocals by Cat Lauigan. Additional mixing and arrangements by Jonathan James Carr. JSR 006 <<< Praise >>> "Four years on from his debut 'Virgo' LP, Oakland-based producer Jerod S. Rivera prepares to unveil his sophomore album 'Dot Dash'...Our pick is 'Seamstress Clock' - a deep dive into drone-infused ambient, encompassing the listener in a cloud-like cocoon of textures. LA-based artist Cat Lauigan contributes her blissful poetry to the lush soundscape, weaving murmured vocals like a delicate thread that intertwines with Rivera’s experimental churns. Together, they craft a third-eye memoir where fragmented dreams are sewn into a singular tapestry, offering a glimpse into an alternate reality." [INVERTED AUDIO] "Spoken word dances atop ambient delicacy. The concept of time was one which was strange. It was hard to quantify and measure, yet like many things it existed and the people of the world were bound by its structure. It were as if there were some seamstress, dancing in the heavens, weaving and watching as the clock slowly ticked and wound its way into oblivion. The people down below were merely following its cycle, its pattern, its rotation. Perhaps one day there might be no clock – simply moments of unsolicited freedom bound by the passing clouds alone. That day seemed far away now…" [THE RANSOM NOTE]