amelie's wavelength

i’ve heard the full version now.

not the demo. the one with his voice. the one with words.

i need to say something about the second verse because i don’t think i can just not say it.

“she’s humming the songs that i am yet to make while staring at walls she’d covered with my face”

i need you to understand that i have never told anyone about the walls.

not my friends. not online. not anywhere. the posters came down two years ago when i repainted. they’re in a box under the bed. nobody saw them except me and the landlord who didn’t care.

so either this is a coincidence or he knows somehow.

and “she loves me better than i ever did” — i don’t know what to do with that sentence. i’ve read it maybe forty times and i still don’t know where to put it.

june 5th.

— a

some context, before anything else.

three years ago i got a file in an email. no subject. just a wav. no message attached. the filename said untitled (2023). nothing else.

i played it on bad laptop speakers at 1am. then i played it again. then i played it for forty-two more minutes on repeat before i remembered i hadn’t replied.

i never replied. i don’t know if he was waiting.

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i kept it on the laptop through three migrations. copied it from an airdrop folder to a new desktop to a new ssd to where it lives now, in a folder called stuff i can’t lose.

it’s been my song. the one nobody else had. i play it on the train. i play it when the apartment is too quiet and i don’t want to feel like i’m performing being okay.

it is, somehow, the most honest thing i own that isn’t mine.

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on friday, june 5th, the full version comes out. mixed. mastered. words. a name on the cover.

the name on the cover is mine.

i’m not going to explain that. i’m not going to pretend i don’t know what it means. i’m going to do what i did at 1am in 2023 which is play it again.

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what i can give you, before all that, is the version i knew first. the demo. the wav. the thing in the folder. no vocals. no title. no implications.

i think you should hear it the way i heard it. in the dark, on bad speakers, without context. before it was about anything.

then on friday it can be about something.

— a

ps: pre-save is here. do it. or don’t, it’ll be there either way.

i’ve never done this before.

writing publicly i mean. about music. about someone’s music specifically. it feels strange to start now at twenty-three when most people who blog about artists started at fifteen on tumblr and grew out of it.

i’m growing into it. late. whatever.

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i don’t know how to explain archeteus to someone who doesn’t already know.

i found him when i was maybe seventeen. an algorithm did it. or a playlist. or someone’s story with a screen recording of a track i couldn’t find for three days until i could.

and then i couldn’t stop.

not in the way people say they can’t stop. i mean i built a version of my taste around his music. everything i listen to now is downstream of that first track i heard on my phone speaker walking home from school.

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something is happening. i can feel it before i can explain it. new music. a new direction. something bigger.

i wanted a place to put what i think about it. not a comment section. not a story that disappears. something that stays.

so this is that.

amelie’s wavelength. music for people who refresh.

— a