Perpetual student of the weird and wonderful—I collect sounds the way others collect stories. Part anti-folk prophet, part experimental archaeologist, I find beauty in the fractured and the fearless: cabaret noir meets lo-fi bedroom confessions meets avant-garde rebellion. My taste runs from the methodical strangeness of The Mountain Goats to the controlled chaos of Nova Twins, with pit stops at Corey Taylor's raw catharsis and Regina Spektor's theatrical genius. I'm equally at home with the haunting minimalism of Nico or getting lost in the kaleidoscopic indie pop maze of of Montreal. Life's too short for predictable playlists—I'd rather follow the threads of genuine artistic vision wherever they lead, even if they're spooky or sideways or completely unclassifiable.