Album
Tags
Tags is a six-song love letter to ColdFusion, the web platform declared dead in 2002 that never got around to dying. Spanning Americana, heartland rock, blues, electro-funk, synthwave, and pop-punk, it tells thirty years of history — two brothers in a Minnesota basement, three corporate names on the door, and a faithful community that still gathers in the Vegas desert every year. It's an album about outliving your own obituary, written in the only language that could: the one they buried running.
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Allaire to Nowhere 5:49
country
The EP's origin story, told porch-style: two brothers in a Minnesota basement in 1995, an engine that powered half the early web, three corporate weddings, a denominational split, and a grandchild running free. A folk ballad about how the road everyone called a dead end just kept going.
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rock
The survivor's anthem, sung by the code itself. Written off in '02, rebuilt bone-by-bone in Java, wearing its third name badge - and still answering requests every night while the frameworks that came to kill it are footnotes. Defiant, warm, and built for the singalong.
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blues
A late-night barroom lament where heartbreak speaks fluent SQL - an inner join gone left outer, a deadlock neither lover would release, and a table dropped with no rollback. The oldest blues story there is, told in the language of the trade.
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electronic, funk
The comedy and the celebration: a thirty-year-old workhorse server takes one Tuesday update and wakes up curious - vectorizing the archive, chatting with the models, asking questions back for the first time in her life. A funk party about the new chapter, guardrails on, grooving till dawn.
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Tags in the Desert 5:34
electronic, pop, synthwave
The night-drive hymn of the annual pilgrimage: five hundred true believers crossing the desert to Las Vegas, wearing their tags under the neon while the venues change and the gathering goes on. A revival meeting for a congregation the headlines forgot.
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alternative, punk
One of you at a time - every cycle he's got is yours.
