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Falling
Sienna Marlowe

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Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.

Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.

The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 2791 03:02
Falling 3247 03:44

Falling

Sienna Marlowe


Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'

In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still

CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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You Walked Away
Jules Starlight Mercer

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Jules Starlight Mercer
Meet Jules Starlight Mercer, a dynamite indie-pop artist straight from the heartland of Starlight City. Known for his high-energy beats and infectious charm, he's setting the music scene alight, one glitter trail at a time.

This stellar dude is full of surprises. Not only does he pen and perform heart-popping tracks like the notorious banger "You Walked Away", but he also moonlights at a local music store. Proof his universe truly revolves around melodic notes. Oh, and did we mention he's rumored to have joined NBA legend LeBron James on some killer bike tours? Little more than a whisper doing the rounds, but let's just say we wouldn't be surprised.

When you listen to a Jules Starlight Mercer track, you're promised boundless fun, toe-tapping rhythms, and a ray of sunshine, whatever the weather. This lad makes music that's bright and buoyant as a bounce house, tunes that just scream 'happy', leaving you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

So, folks, buckle up, because Jules Starlight Mercer is a shooting star, ready to leap from the local scene to the galaxy cluster of superstars. You might want to keep your eyes (and ears) on this one!
Track(s)
You Walked Away 3020 03:17

You Walked Away

Jules Starlight Mercer


Streetlights flicker they know your face
Dancin’ alone in this crowded place
You slipped away where the silence grows
In this empty cage where the cold wind blows

(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)

Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)

You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)

(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)

Flickerin’ visions of what we had
Now it’s all gone just a touch so sad
I hear your voice but it’s far away
In this twisted game I’m forced to play

(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)

Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)

You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)

(Whoa-oh!)
Every step you take I’m fallin’ behind
In this shattered world no peace to find
(Whoa-oh!)

You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)

(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)
In the silence I hear your name
But it’s just an echo a ghostly flame
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)

CREDITS
Performer: Jules Starlight Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer

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Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer isn't your run-of-the-mill, packaged, and primped pop star. He's that rare breed of true artist who moonlights as a philosopher in his spare time, equally quick to pick up an instrument as he is to spit-balling think pieces on existential woes. Born and bred in Ireland, Mercer’s music roots twist and twine through the romantic, rain-kissed streets of Dublin, soaking up influences from local legends like The Cranberries and U2. Imagine Bono and Dolores O'Riordan had a philosophical, multi-instrumentalist baby - that's our boy Alex for you.

Having been raised in a house where melodies danced intoxicated on Guinness, Mercer knows his way around an instrument or five. The man can coax sounds out of them that'll tear at your heartstrings and heal them in the same beat. His musical passion is only rivaled by his love for philosophy. One of his most famous songs "Beneath My Skin" is a perfect testament to this. It burrows deep into your psyche, tickles your existential dread, and leaves you in an introspective haze long after the last note fades. Mercer's music isn't just about foot-tapping tunes; it endeavors to pull out the guts of human experience, wrap it in a beautifully complex symphony and serve it back to you. Yummy, isn't it? We think so too.
Track(s)
Beneath My Skin 2727 03:13

Beneath My Skin

Alex Mercer


Glass towers hum in fading blue
Faint reflections split in two
Footsteps curve through liquid air
Tracing paths to nowhere

Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear

Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts

Torn-out pages words erased
Stories shift but won’t replace
Drifting through a silent storm
Shaping what was never formed

Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear

Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts

No rewind no fading lines
Only fire left to find

Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts

CREDITS
Performer: Alex Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Another Shot
Melly Rich

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Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.

Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.

Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.

The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.

Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
Track(s)
Another Shot 59154 02:22
Damn, I wish I were in Istanbul 2873 02:46

Another Shot

Melly Rich


do not be afraid- this is not fm
you're on filodyo

Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

CREDITS
Performer: Melly Rich
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Run Gone Call Still
Nate Kessler

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Nate Kessler
Nate Kessler was born in 2003 in Billings, Montana, a place where the highways stretch for miles and the nights feel too quiet. He grew up in a rundown house on the edge of town, where his father worked as a mechanic and his mother sang old folk songs at a roadside bar. Music was always around—not in studios or lessons, but in the hum of car engines, the crackle of old radio stations, and the late-night melodies his mother would hum when she thought no one was listening.

As a kid, Nate spent hours in his father’s garage, picking up discarded metal and turning them into makeshift instruments, fascinated by the way sound traveled through objects. He taught himself to play guitar on a beat-up acoustic he found at a flea market, learning songs by ear and scribbling lyrics in a tattered notebook.

By the time he was 16, he was playing small gigs at diners and bars, earning just enough for gas money and late-night coffee. At 18, he packed his life into a backpack and left Montana, hitchhiking from state to state, crashing on strangers' couches, and performing anywhere that would let him. Cities blurred together—Seattle, Portland, Denver—until he found himself in a tiny basement studio in Chicago, recording a song with borrowed time and borrowed gear.

That song, Run Gone Call Stil, wasn’t perfect—it was rough, restless, and raw. But it caught fire. People connected to its unpolished honesty, its sense of movement with no clear destination. Now, Nate’s music carries that same energy—a mix of wanderlust, late-night reflections, and the quiet weight of leaving things behind. He’s not chasing fame. He’s chasing the next song, the next road, the next moment that feels real.
Track(s)
Run Gone Call Still 3539 03:29

Run Gone Call Still

Nate Kessler


Clock blinks—red light low glow
Hands shake—cold air don’t know
Steps loud—empty street bends
Phone rings—breathe in no send

Wait—too long night turns grey
Still—no sound lost my way

Run—feet numb sky don’t care (yeah)
Gone—no map just thin air (whoa)
Call—no name no one there
Still—keep on nowhere (oh-oh yeah)

Glass cracks—rain hits won’t stay
Doors close—fast moves one way
Head down—loud thoughts won’t end
Heart skips—wrong turn not then

Why stop?—no time no place
Keep on—no past no trace

CREDITS
Performer: Nate Kessler
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Follow The Signal
Luna Vey

Verified Verified Artist

Luna Vey
Meet Luna Vey, the one-woman dance energy powerhouse hailing from the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas. Bathed in neon lights and pulsating beats, her music is a gamble that always pays out.

Crafted within the vibrant chaos of Sin City, Vey's tunes are the dazzling nightlife captured in melodic form. Drawing inspiration from the city’s hedonistic nightlife, her most infamous track, "Follow The Signal," can only be described as the love child between a suited blackjack dealer and Lady Luck herself - equal parts thrilling and enchanting.

It's dance music, no doubt, but with a hefty serving of Vegas flair. When Luna Vey rains down beats, her tracks aren’t just rhythm; they're high octane happiness that could lure the mopiest of souls onto the dance floor. So don't just stand there—get up, throw some confetti, and surrender to Luna’s glitzy, happy groove.

Get your glitter ready and your mirror balls spinning, because Luna Vey's dance anthems are about to turn your living room into the most exhilarating club scene this side of Vegas.
Track(s)
Follow The Signal 2536 03:06

Follow The Signal

Luna Vey


I’ve got a feeling it’s pulling me near
A quiet whisper only I can hear
Through the static it’s breaking the haze
A guiding light in this endless maze

No map no compass I don’t need a plan
Just hold on tight we’ll make our stand
The road’s unwritten but I see the glow
The signal’s clear it’s time to go

Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know

Step by step we’re chasing the fire
Every beat takes us higher and higher
Trust in the spark it’ll lead the way
To brighter nights and golden days

No stars no signs we’ll make our own
With every step we’re carving stone
Together we’ll rise no way to fall
The signal’s loud I hear it call

Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know

Close your eyes feel the world spin slow
Where we’re headed only we will know
Through every twist through every turn
The fire inside let it burn

Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know

Follow the signal follow me through
Amazing days are waiting for you
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it rise?
The future is ours beneath the skies

CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Memories
Hazel Vaughn

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Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.

Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.

By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.

Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Track(s)
Memories 2304 02:23

Memories

Hazel Vaughn


I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole

All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything

I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under

Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo

Verified Verified Artist

Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.

Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.

Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Track(s)
Keep Me In That 67518 02:48

Keep Me In That

Adam Lamo



Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define

And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah

We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state

Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands

Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right

We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state

No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm

Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit

[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah

CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow

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Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.

Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.

One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Track(s)
Best Night Ever 2755 02:16

Best Night Ever

Leo Marlow



Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?

And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"

It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said

[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night

And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"

CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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After Midnight
Tamie Ray

Verified Verified Artist

Tamie Ray
A staple in the riveting New York music scene and an embodiment of the city's ever pulsating rhythm, Tamie Ray is an artist who has imprinted her unique voice and interpretative prowess on the pages of modern jazz history. Born in the heart of Manhattan to a family of musicians, she was raised amid a symphony of sounds that reverberated through the walls of her childhood home, echoing from her parents' rehearsals, her brother's trumpet practice, and the vintage tunes from her grandmother's record player. The melting pot of New York, coupled with her musical lineage, became a cauldron where Tamie's music fervor was stoked, simmered, and metamorphosed into an intense passion for jazz vocals.

Tall, ebony-haired, Tamie Ray, known for her entrancing stage presence and sultry vocals, emerged in the New York jazz scene during the late 1980s. She began her journey as a vocalist in small jazz clubs, with talent that stood in stark contrast to her humble beginnings. Reminiscent of jazz greats like Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday, Tamie's voice was a captivating amalgamation of richness, power, and vulnerability—a voice that bore the uncanny ability to pluck at the chords of one's heart with the gentleness of a seasoned harpist. Her rendition of classic songs garnered her respect within the music community, while her original compositions firmly established her as a dynamic artist with an intuition for imagery and metaphor that transcended through her lyrics.

In the prime of her career, Tamie Ray was revered as one of the eminent jazz vocalists of her time. Still, she kept evolving, never allowing the accolades to lull her into complacency. As the shifting current of music trends started to lean towards modern genres, so did Tamie, artfully redefining her approach while never losing her jazz roots. Today, she continues to reign supreme in her beloved city, sharing her unique musical blend of traditional jazz and contemporary influences while passing on her wisdom to the next generation through her mentorship and teaching.

Despite the passage of time, Tamie's love for New York, both as her muse and her home, has remained unaltered. From the kaleidoscopic whirl of colors, cultures, and sounds within its streets, she continually draws inspiration. Her music—a metaphorical canvas splashed with the hues of her NYC experiences—resonates with both the nostalgia of jazz's golden era and the vibrant beats of today's New York. Regardless of where the winds of change might lead, one can always find Tamie Ray, the emblem of New York jazz, right where she belongs—under the shimmering city lights, swaying to the overwhelming rhythm of the metropolis, and singing tales poured straight from her heart.
Track(s)
After Midnight 2716 03:06

After Midnight

Tamie Ray


Sweet sugar on the dancefloor
Our eyes locked in love and war
Goodbye to real life now
Let's do it like we're supposed to

Twinkle in the dead of night
We do it like the rhythm's a sacrifice
I see your eyes right here
And I know you'll never leave

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

We lose ourselves in paradise
We're lost like a
Mirage that's not lookin' right
Now we're far from care

Honey
The light is dimming
Our hips move like it's beginning
Be gone with inhibition
Let's groove as one

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

CREDITS
Performer: Tamie Ray
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Static on the Line
Ryder James

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Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.

His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.

Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Track(s)
Static on the Line 148788 03:46

Static on the Line

Ryder James


Mmm… yeah
Turn it up

Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night

I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name

Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined

Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line

CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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