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Music is more than background noise—it's the pulse of our memories, our rituals, and our rebellion. Here's what plays when the cameras roll in our everyday saga.
Picture a candlelit room, the scent of sage rising, cloaks rustling, breath held in sacred silence. This is where our spirits commune—guided by sounds we’ve crafted ourselves. Echoes of Enya, Omnia, and Lisa Gerrard mingle with tribal rhythms from Wardruna, Danheim, and Clannad. There’s a wild grace in how it all fuses—Celtic whispers, Norse drumbeats, Native flutes—woven into a private symphony of reverence and rawness.
When the ritual fades, home is where the vinyl spins and the air is filled with soft rebellion. This is Tina’s domain—The Supremes, Fleetwood Mac, Bee Gees, and Billy Joel warm the space with the cozy energy of 60s-80s nostalgia. Aaron adds his 90s flair with artists like Savage Garden, Enigma, and even Ace of Base. Our home plays like a mixtape from a John Hughes film dipped in a little incense and wit. It’s where dishes get done, kisses get stolen, and laughter echoes against the walls.
We don’t drive. Our road trips are taken on foot—boots stomping pavement like warriors on pilgrimage. Our soundtrack? Ferocious. Rammstein, Powerwolf, Nine Inch Nails, and Cradle of Filth keep our steps energized and focused. But don’t be fooled—Lecrae, NF, Grits, and gospel legends like Kirk Franklin and Mary Mary ride shotgun in the mix. One moment it’s industrial rage, the next it's soul revival. Every step is a sermon with beats.