I'd been so long in this wilderness that I thought I'd never see another soul again. One by one our tiny band had fallen apart, lost along the way or through a loss of heart, until only I remained. I'd been walking this road, searching for something I knew I wouldn't find. I was close to giving up, giving in, to hunger, exhaustion, fate. And then I heard it.
The sound of the sea. The sound of the waves crashing and breaking, the sounds of life, of the edge of the world. But most of all, most beautifully and hauntingly of all, I heard their voices. I heard sirens, calling me back, back to where I'm supposed to be. I heard it like it was ringing in my own head, and it was everything I'd longed to hear this whole time.
I heard it and I knew. I was on my way home.'
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About the curator - Matt Jenko
Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 27, definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.
When I’m not putting my soul through existential hell in my day job, I’m making music, drawing pictures (and making them move in time to the groove, playa), and writing about everything from high-concept sci-fi rigamarole to my thoughts on the intricacies of the music industry.
I’ve been curating for musicto for bloody ages now, and am certainly one of the old guard; my fellow curators are like my family. I love belonging to this tribe of like-minded cats.
If you’re into music that paints vivid sonic landscapes, then we’re going to be the best of friends. And if you’re a Westerosi or from Rivia, hmu: I can talk about that shit all damn day.