The song Angie Baby, which is remixed for this track, sits deep in my psyche. In the backseat of my parents' Buick during hours of road trips to Grandma’s house and fueled by a relatively small cassette collection, Helen Reddy’s songs were a consistent presence in my world.

My work intends to synthesize the original track with the layers of relationship I have with it to create something new. That is why I love remixes, it’s a musical collage.

The character Angie is a mysterious young woman who seems to have magical powers. She is misunderstood but also has the power to draw people into her world. My lyrics imagine what Angie’s inner dialogue might have been, what she was thinking, feeling, doing? She’s guarded and she knows the world thinks she’s strange but she rejects any critique because she has a strong sense of self. However, she is enchanted by another, one that ‘makes her glow’ but the object of her desire appears to not be available.

This song is born out of that deep connection to the song and a love of the remix. My mentor, MC Lars, is a master at remixing. The way he synthesizes his art with the originals is always truly something completely new. Both he and my mentor/music instructor/producer collaborator James Patrick guided me through this process to make my own remix that I’m really proud to share with you.

Learn more about my amazing mentors:
MC Lars: https://mclars.com/
James Patrick / Slam Academy https://slamacademy.com/

Lyrics

You make me glow so I want to say hello.
but sometimes I can be slow.
Trying to tell you how I feel.
Heading toward the unreal.
Dreaming up how we could blend.
Feels like there would be no end.
Can I just reach out and hold your hand?
Does anyone understand?

so I 'm awkward
Sort of backwards

(Angie Baby
Living in a world of make believe)

power comes from the mystery
Protecting myself from the injury
strikes me it will benefit me
When only a few of my facts are leaked
better off when i live in my dreams
fantasies in my head less extreme
compared to heartless spite directed at us freaks
but i’ve learned to reject all critique

a real story or a credible lie?
I could quietly comply or loudly deny
Is it the truth I perceive, When you’re haunting me
Hard to know what to believe
It’s clear I ache to have you near
But fight to push you off in fear
Sweeping up with emotional brooms
Still stuck forever alone in my room