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La Femme is a French psych-pop outfit formed by keyboard player Marlon Magnée and guitarist Sacha Got in Biarritz. 

And now, a poem.

Roses are sad, violets are too, my only hope, is to melt into you. Orchids are white, ghosts are rarely blue, your smile is lovely, and so are you. Magnolias grow, with tiny buds of clay. The road is long, and so is the day.

Sunflowers reach, up to the night sky, as the red door awaits, the mockingbird cries. My eyes in her eyes. Her lips against mine. I melted like sunshine, and moved like a mime.

Foxes in hedges, surround the farm. Your body is slender, and so are her arms. Daisies are pretty and daffodils are mild, but the hibiscus flower will never fade out of style.

The day is warm, and so is your smile. My angel from Saturn. My nocturnal desire. Never leave, or I’ll drown in the wild.

An ocean so beautiful, lights up the night sky, the neon light burns a lucid hole through her eyes.

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As one steps across the cataclysmic threshold of eternal despair, he can’t but grasp at thin air, as the forest consumes him.

These are the words that float through my mind as I lose myself deeper and deeper into the thick jungle mist of all that is “Sierra Nevada Corporation’s Dream Chaser”.

“Sierra Nevada Corporation’s Dream Chaser” is the first track off of Golden Boots new album: NIGHT DRIVES VOL. 1

The record was released by Compact Disc Records.

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Plastic Mermaids – Floating in a Vacuum

a daydream however far it floats will always be but a fleeting midnight ghost

don’t believe that the mission is familiar — for the mission is actually bizarre and somewhat of a galactic mar

a reverie that is not quite so familiar — a reverie that is somewhat exotic and lonesome to the man with the piano and ghastly synthesizer

how happy are the little minions of aspirations — please never tire of the minute and waning hope

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Dollshot – Nacht and Träume

the midnight muse is on its way to visit the little girl — now quite sleepy she begins to breath quite easy

how happy is the victim of the vivid nightmare — how gently she goes down to the pale and weary children of the mire

I saw the esoteric place of a lost generation and oh how i mourned the empty dream of an empty veneration

do not be sad by how ruthless she is and do not cry when it comes to an end — everything will come together in the end

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After many restless nights of dealing with the anxiety of modern-day life, I came to the realization that I would be eternally happier without the noxious vapors of social media.

For many, it’s great, and even an essential duty of life — but for the hopeless romantic it seems to have morphed into a living nightmare.

Rest assured that social media is a superior way of consuming daily updates of other’s beautiful weddings, ever-growing children, inspirational quotes, overweight pets, political persuasions, exotic getaways, material possessions, and overall seemingly never-ending trail of forced beauty and plastic happiness.

However, I’m just not quite persuaded that our digital personas are an accurate representation of ourselves or humanity — a manic complex that leaves most of us psychologically drained, confused, and sometimes even partially impaired.

I’m afraid we have lost touch with nature and the finer things of our supposed physical reality, and have become infected with a 6-inch piece of glass containing all the transcribed secrets of our kind (and an endless sea of porn and games).

In short, I’m afraid this is the first inkling of an epidemic that will eventually consume our species.

As fervent as I try to remain conscious of the mindless scrolling through feeds of people I barely know — the machine always seems to take control like a sort of mesmerizing trance while ruthlessly gnawing away at the precious moments I have left.

I would never recommend an artist or really anyone to do what I’m about to do. Social media, like I said, is an essential tool for most.

For me, however, I’m okay with having zero followers and no likes. I’m okay calling and texting my closest friends and relatives. And I’m okay with the art of music and written words being my only form of communication with the world.

It is high time I focus solely on the social and creative health of a thing that has grown larger than myself.

At the end of the day, I just no longer have the time or energy to play the social media game. My mind just can’t quite handle it. It’s madness I tell you.

With that, please go and follow the magical journey of Santa Rosa Records on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook! You’ll be sad you missed it.

Update: 3/31/19

My two-month-long hiatus from social media was spectacular. I was happier, less stressed out, and was simply able to be more present in everyday life. However, in anticipation of a new release, I’ve decided to reactivate my Instagram. I’m not so sure for how long, but I am back in the game for the foreseeable future.

Do as I say, not as I do (a very wise man once told me).

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster…for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche