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     The autobiographical project of Sam Milochik. An archetypal observer, quiet and obsessive by nature. Raised where suburbia bleeds into a rural hellscape of dried wild oats and windmills, with summers scorched by wildfire, he could often be found chasing down power lines or the nearest vernal pool.

     Growing up queer in a religious and unstable household, his only solace was found past the drywall of his parents’ builder-grade home or behind the locked door of his bedroom. By sixteen, psychiatric hospitals and rehabilitation centers had become routine, until he found himself in a Baptist halfway house in northern Louisiana, then Arkansas. Released briefly back home, he left again just days after turning eighteen, chasing a love born in rehab, cross-country back to Louisiana.

     Drifting between slowcore, ambient, and folk with the raw edge of indie rock, he began releasing music independently at the age of seventeen, writing for much longer. From childhood, the act of documenting and encapsulating memories became survival. After never staying anywhere more than a year, he now finds himself residing in California once more, still praying for the day he can return to the South’s suffocating heat, nowhere felt more like home.​

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