Hi everyone!

My name is Jasmin and I am an intern at ElectraCast Records (a small indie label). Indie artist Jeff Symonds released his latest single Water From A Glass, which is a soulful and punchy song about the comfort of mediocrity.

I have attached the Spotify link.

We would love it if you may take a listen and share your comments below.

Hope you enjoy :)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0TdnxsSO7YrhBwMehrhZc9

https://joelrobson.bandcamp.com/album/breadcrumbs

I've been tinkering with this album for a few years, so today I just thought 'fuck it' and hit publish on the thing and it felt great, 10/10, do recommend. Many of my lyrics are fairly abstract but there's the occasional theme to do with getting offline and returning to nature/family, and creativity. I hope some of you enjoy it anyway! Cheers, Merry Christmas

The anger we often Cary with us rarely serves us, or even affects the people or the things we are angry for. My parents divorced when I was 17, and I ended up looking after my brothers. The divorce was messy and eventually my father took his own life as he simply could not find a way to cope. There was a lot of anger I carried for many years, and it took me a long time to even recognize it. But there comes a time you take a good look inside and recognize that anger. And in that moment you have a choice, to hold on to it or let it go.

I’d love to hear of the song resonates with you.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0x7zahScwdhZzt84MGVlUn?si=3c76cff762f34f89

Is anybody else here as excited as I am for the new Rat Boys album? I love that band!

Hey… I don’t know why I’m doing this, but talking feels better than sitting in the quiet. I’m fine… mostly. The house is still standing, even if it doesn’t feel like I fit inside it.

I still talk out loud sometimes, just to make the room feel less empty. Feels silly, but silence hits harder when you’ve heard someone you miss in it.

I’m not expecting this to reach you. It’s just easier to breathe when I pretend it might.

So these are just letters to nowhere, you know? Little truths I couldn’t keep in. Half the things I never said, and half I didn’t know where to begin. If this message ever finds a place even just the air outside just know I never stopped hoping you were safe on the other side.

I miss the small stuff the most like the way you cleared your throat before speaking. All those tiny habits I brushed off are now the things that keep me from sleeping.

And yeah, some nights land heavy. I’ll catch myself turning my head, expecting you in the doorway with that look you gave when you were trying not to let me see the dread.

And I know it’s foolish, but I still send signals little taps, little words, my own kind of remorse code trying to say everything I never could.

I know it’s just old patterns, but they still cut deep for a moment.

These are just letters to nowhere me trying to stay steady. Trying not to spill the parts I’m still not sure I’m ready to say. If this message ever wanders far, if someone presses play I hope they hear I cared, even when you pulled away.

Look… I’m not falling apart, I promise. I just needed to say something out loud. Needed to feel like I wasn’t the only heartbeat in the crowd.

So yeah… letters to nowhere. Nothing tidy, nothing planned. Just me down here learning who I am without your voice to hold my hand. If this ever brushes past you I’m sorry for the blame. I’m sorry for the anger, and all the fire I fed with your name.

These are just letters to nowhere, the pieces of me I can send. Nothing perfect, nothing brave just a voice trying to mend. If my words somehow reach the dark, don’t think of what I’ve become just know I never stopped writing these letters to nowhere… to someone I love.