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Easy Being Water x DM Stith w/ Thomas Bartlett (Doveman) // December 10, 2025 @theowlbk in Brooklyn
@dmstith #dmstith @tingalayo #thomasbartlett #doveman @orb.low #orenbloedow @ectoderm88 #shahzadismaily @habanerojones #spencermurphy @jburgerdrums #jasonburger #theowlmusicparlor

Vinyl!

Pre-Order for the vinyl edition of ‘Fata Morgana’ is now live on bandcamp (link in my bio).

The vinyl edition includes lovely photography by the very talented @groovygracee shot on Lake Ontario this winter, as well as a full lyric sheet (with personal notes throughout) and some paintings from the batch I’ve been developing this year (more on those later!).

Making this record was unlike any other I’ve made thus far — I had just finished an enormous batch of new music with @tingalayo, signed a contract with @histficrecs and setup my little studio in Rochester when I was invited to write a song for a film by director @grace.alwyn . The prompt couldn’t have come at a better time, and instead of one song, I wrote ten. I wrote steadily, unhurriedly, patiently and six months later I brought the recordings to Thomas at his studio in @reservoirstudiosnyc . It felt like a record to me but I needed the stamp of approval from my friend. He gave it, wholeheartedly, and for a week we worked together to add more color to the recordings, and mixed the record then and there.

We played the album for @fritzmyers and @stevesalad at Historical Fiction, and decided unanimously to respect the momentum of this unique little record. It’s my first record to be released since 2016’s Pigeonheart, and the first full length to be released on @histficrecs , and the first peak into the chemistry of @tingalayo and me.

We have SO much more to share. And we’re laying the tracks down in front of this moving train, so thank you for your patience as we sort out live shows, more merch, etc. But this whole process so far has been about accepting the grace of others, believing in one’s unique process, letting go of expectations and comparisons in times like this. Hope this record finds a way in with you.

😘
DM

Vinyl!

Pre-Order for the vinyl edition of ‘Fata Morgana’ is now live on bandcamp (link in my bio).

The vinyl edition includes lovely photography by the very talented @groovygracee shot on Lake Ontario this winter, as well as a full lyric sheet (with personal notes throughout) and some paintings from the batch I’ve been developing this year (more on those later!).

Making this record was unlike any other I’ve made thus far — I had just finished an enormous batch of new music with @tingalayo, signed a contract with @histficrecs and setup my little studio in Rochester when I was invited to write a song for a film by director @grace.alwyn . The prompt couldn’t have come at a better time, and instead of one song, I wrote ten. I wrote steadily, unhurriedly, patiently and six months later I brought the recordings to Thomas at his studio in @reservoirstudiosnyc . It felt like a record to me but I needed the stamp of approval from my friend. He gave it, wholeheartedly, and for a week we worked together to add more color to the recordings, and mixed the record then and there.

We played the album for @fritzmyers and @stevesalad at Historical Fiction, and decided unanimously to respect the momentum of this unique little record. It’s my first record to be released since 2016’s Pigeonheart, and the first full length to be released on @histficrecs , and the first peak into the chemistry of @tingalayo and me.

We have SO much more to share. And we’re laying the tracks down in front of this moving train, so thank you for your patience as we sort out live shows, more merch, etc. But this whole process so far has been about accepting the grace of others, believing in one’s unique process, letting go of expectations and comparisons in times like this. Hope this record finds a way in with you.

😘
DM

Out now!The new video for @dmstith’s DODGES & FEINTS directed by @kellyrobinsonofficial & @matbaynton!Watch the full video on YouTube.Link in bio!Video Credits:

Director Mathew Baynton
@matbaynton
Director Kelly Robinson
@kellyrobinsonofficial
Producer Martina Amoretti
@ma_rtina_amo
Director of Photography Domizia Salusest
@domisalu
Editor Tamsin Jeffrey
@tijjfilmed
1st AC/DIT Isaac Bokoko
@kokes_tv
Gaffer David Moga
@david_moga13
Production Assistant Youssef Nasra
Spark/Production Assistant Cadence Jade Dela Cruz
@cadence.jjade
Colourist Paul Harrison
@harrison_colour

Thanks to:
Residence Pictures
@residencepics
Big Creative Education
@we.are.bce
& Fully Focused – MYM
@ukfullyfocused
...and to Rosa Powlowski (@powloskirosa) & Alexis Michaelides

The incredible Shara Nova aka @mybrightestdiamond is widely praised for her emotionally profound voice. With her smooth shimmering sound she often explores themes of grief, trauma, and resilience.

So we're utterly over the moon to announce a collaboration with her and the equally brilliant DM Stith on the closing title song for our short film, 'Bruised Fruit'. With David's lyrics and musical arrangement plus Shara's incredible voice this will add such a resonance to our piece ❤️

Shara's other collaborations include work with David Byrne, Laurie Anderson and Sufjan Stevens. We're honoured to add our film to that list 🙏 💕

#SharaNova #dmstith #BruisedFruitFilm #shortfilm#Foundfilmsuk

The incredible Shara Nova aka @mybrightestdiamond is widely praised for her emotionally profound voice. With her smooth shimmering sound she often explores themes of grief, trauma, and resilience.

So we're utterly over the moon to announce a collaboration with her and the equally brilliant DM Stith on the closing title song for our short film, 'Bruised Fruit'. With David's lyrics and musical arrangement plus Shara's incredible voice this will add such a resonance to our piece ❤️

Shara's other collaborations include work with David Byrne, Laurie Anderson and Sufjan Stevens. We're honoured to add our film to that list 🙏 💕

#SharaNova #dmstith #BruisedFruitFilm #shortfilm#Foundfilmsuk

I made a bunch of drawings while working on music with @tingalayo. Drawings of whatever was around: candy wrappers, prescription bottles, my tai chi slippers, and this bottle of Nolet’s Dry Gin. I’d draw in blue and then write in black whatever lyric bit was floating around that day. This one struck me today — “a shadow created by lighting crew”.

I grew up second, happily, with a sense of protection and bigger footsteps to follow behind. I had permission to be quiet, to work at my own pace, whether at Lego or drawing mazes or reading books. I had this sense that I was a support figure for the one who came before me — a stage hand for someone designed for the spotlight.

At some point, I think due to puberty and the wisdom of my body finding its way to speak to me, I began to challenge myown perception, learned to believe in the goodness of my heart in success and failure and everything in between. I had the help of artists who came before me. I had the help of friends committed to their own actualization. I had the help of the mystics and the saints and a thousand people along the way.

Anyway, I’m struck by a Howard Thurman quote: “don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

Grim is available to stream NOW. To this lovely little film about grief and isolation I contributed a song and some scoring, and to me this film contributed a boost of creative energy right when I needed it. Click along to one of the collaborators for a link to stream on YouTube. 💜

SPOTLIGHT ON SONG 🎵 💥

We're over the moon to share that we've now brought on board New York based musician DM Stith to write and record a key bit of music for Bruised Fruit as well as our score 🎷🎶😎

He's worked with director @grace.alwyn on her previous award-winning film, 'GRIM', so we already know the magic he creates with his lyrics and dreamy voice but we've just heard a first demo and even in its raw state it's already an achingly beautiful piece ❤️

#BruisedFruitFilm #femalefilmmakers #shortfilm #Foundfilmsuk #dmstith

SPOTLIGHT ON SONG 🎵 💥

We're over the moon to share that we've now brought on board New York based musician DM Stith to write and record a key bit of music for Bruised Fruit as well as our score 🎷🎶😎

He's worked with director @grace.alwyn on her previous award-winning film, 'GRIM', so we already know the magic he creates with his lyrics and dreamy voice but we've just heard a first demo and even in its raw state it's already an achingly beautiful piece ❤️

#BruisedFruitFilm #femalefilmmakers #shortfilm #Foundfilmsuk #dmstith

Thanksgiving Moon x DM Stith w/ Thomas Bartlett (Doveman) // December 10, 2025 @theowlbk in Brooklyn
From Heavy Ghost on @asthmatickittyrecords
@dmstith #dmstith @tingalayo #thomasbartlett #doveman

playing one last show, with my dearest @dmstith at @theowlbk

alfie & simon think you should come hear us warble

december 10, 8pm

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

August has been wild. In reverse order: wrapped up with the flu (update: it’s covid), and photos from the Arthur Russel tribute @tingalayo invited me to be a part of with @ellahunt @martha.wainwright @samamidon @laurieandersonofficial @serpentwithfeet @elysianfieldsny @dougwieselman @winokurz and many more wonderful people. Photo of boyfriend by @dougke11er

Currently sweating it out in front of Britbox eating delicious food dropped at my doorstep by caring friends. I’m on the mend.

Cheeky update 2: (not too graphic but yeah it’s icky) most of you who have seen me in the last 5 or 6 years have seen me with a bandaid on my cheek — a persistent wound that wouldn’t properly heal. Well, the biopsy came back positive for Basal-cell carcinoma, and so a procedure was in order to remove the bit of skin around it. So Wednesday of this week I went in for the whole day for Mohs surgery. They remove a bit of the skin and immediately take it to a lab for onsite analysis, then take a little more etc until they are sure they’ve removed everything cancerous. Not gonna lie, I’m very thankful that they offered me an anti-anxiety concoction. When they drew that purple shape on my face, suddenly everything became very uncomfortably real. Seven hours later, my boyfriend drove me home (he was there with me the whole time, squeezing my hand, telling me I’m going to be fine — God I’m lucky!) and I’ve been here, at my house, chewing soft foods, trying not to smile or laugh too much, but feeling surprisingly normal.

That feeling has crept in steadily over the last year and a half. Normal. Sounds dull. Or sounds negative in a way. Must be a better word — contentment sounds too reactionary, like I’ve relinquished a fight. Safe. I feel safe. A crazy feeling in the face of everything going on in our world. But yeah - safe. Safe has taken root in me. Its fruits are strength and peace and even bravery. Things in myself I’ve been analyzing only from a distance I am now walking straight up and offering my hand.

I’ve been given some great advice in the last year. A fly-by conversation over tea and biscuits in @annabsavage ‘s family home reminded me to ask for what I wanted more directly. To ask from a place of safety, knowing that asking wont fail me. In American culture, the ability to stride up with that sort of confidence is a privilege. I have my safety net, but still I was afraid to ask the world for what I wanted.

I was telling Ismael (my bf) last night that even this surprise surgery, which on its face is scary and shocking, has felt like the universe promoting a sense of generosity in my life. So yes yes yes. Sometimes progress leaves a scar.

Cheeky update 2: (not too graphic but yeah it’s icky) most of you who have seen me in the last 5 or 6 years have seen me with a bandaid on my cheek — a persistent wound that wouldn’t properly heal. Well, the biopsy came back positive for Basal-cell carcinoma, and so a procedure was in order to remove the bit of skin around it. So Wednesday of this week I went in for the whole day for Mohs surgery. They remove a bit of the skin and immediately take it to a lab for onsite analysis, then take a little more etc until they are sure they’ve removed everything cancerous. Not gonna lie, I’m very thankful that they offered me an anti-anxiety concoction. When they drew that purple shape on my face, suddenly everything became very uncomfortably real. Seven hours later, my boyfriend drove me home (he was there with me the whole time, squeezing my hand, telling me I’m going to be fine — God I’m lucky!) and I’ve been here, at my house, chewing soft foods, trying not to smile or laugh too much, but feeling surprisingly normal.

That feeling has crept in steadily over the last year and a half. Normal. Sounds dull. Or sounds negative in a way. Must be a better word — contentment sounds too reactionary, like I’ve relinquished a fight. Safe. I feel safe. A crazy feeling in the face of everything going on in our world. But yeah - safe. Safe has taken root in me. Its fruits are strength and peace and even bravery. Things in myself I’ve been analyzing only from a distance I am now walking straight up and offering my hand.

I’ve been given some great advice in the last year. A fly-by conversation over tea and biscuits in @annabsavage ‘s family home reminded me to ask for what I wanted more directly. To ask from a place of safety, knowing that asking wont fail me. In American culture, the ability to stride up with that sort of confidence is a privilege. I have my safety net, but still I was afraid to ask the world for what I wanted.

I was telling Ismael (my bf) last night that even this surprise surgery, which on its face is scary and shocking, has felt like the universe promoting a sense of generosity in my life. So yes yes yes. Sometimes progress leaves a scar.

Cheeky update 2: (not too graphic but yeah it’s icky) most of you who have seen me in the last 5 or 6 years have seen me with a bandaid on my cheek — a persistent wound that wouldn’t properly heal. Well, the biopsy came back positive for Basal-cell carcinoma, and so a procedure was in order to remove the bit of skin around it. So Wednesday of this week I went in for the whole day for Mohs surgery. They remove a bit of the skin and immediately take it to a lab for onsite analysis, then take a little more etc until they are sure they’ve removed everything cancerous. Not gonna lie, I’m very thankful that they offered me an anti-anxiety concoction. When they drew that purple shape on my face, suddenly everything became very uncomfortably real. Seven hours later, my boyfriend drove me home (he was there with me the whole time, squeezing my hand, telling me I’m going to be fine — God I’m lucky!) and I’ve been here, at my house, chewing soft foods, trying not to smile or laugh too much, but feeling surprisingly normal.

That feeling has crept in steadily over the last year and a half. Normal. Sounds dull. Or sounds negative in a way. Must be a better word — contentment sounds too reactionary, like I’ve relinquished a fight. Safe. I feel safe. A crazy feeling in the face of everything going on in our world. But yeah - safe. Safe has taken root in me. Its fruits are strength and peace and even bravery. Things in myself I’ve been analyzing only from a distance I am now walking straight up and offering my hand.

I’ve been given some great advice in the last year. A fly-by conversation over tea and biscuits in @annabsavage ‘s family home reminded me to ask for what I wanted more directly. To ask from a place of safety, knowing that asking wont fail me. In American culture, the ability to stride up with that sort of confidence is a privilege. I have my safety net, but still I was afraid to ask the world for what I wanted.

I was telling Ismael (my bf) last night that even this surprise surgery, which on its face is scary and shocking, has felt like the universe promoting a sense of generosity in my life. So yes yes yes. Sometimes progress leaves a scar.

Cheeky update 2: (not too graphic but yeah it’s icky) most of you who have seen me in the last 5 or 6 years have seen me with a bandaid on my cheek — a persistent wound that wouldn’t properly heal. Well, the biopsy came back positive for Basal-cell carcinoma, and so a procedure was in order to remove the bit of skin around it. So Wednesday of this week I went in for the whole day for Mohs surgery. They remove a bit of the skin and immediately take it to a lab for onsite analysis, then take a little more etc until they are sure they’ve removed everything cancerous. Not gonna lie, I’m very thankful that they offered me an anti-anxiety concoction. When they drew that purple shape on my face, suddenly everything became very uncomfortably real. Seven hours later, my boyfriend drove me home (he was there with me the whole time, squeezing my hand, telling me I’m going to be fine — God I’m lucky!) and I’ve been here, at my house, chewing soft foods, trying not to smile or laugh too much, but feeling surprisingly normal.

That feeling has crept in steadily over the last year and a half. Normal. Sounds dull. Or sounds negative in a way. Must be a better word — contentment sounds too reactionary, like I’ve relinquished a fight. Safe. I feel safe. A crazy feeling in the face of everything going on in our world. But yeah - safe. Safe has taken root in me. Its fruits are strength and peace and even bravery. Things in myself I’ve been analyzing only from a distance I am now walking straight up and offering my hand.

I’ve been given some great advice in the last year. A fly-by conversation over tea and biscuits in @annabsavage ‘s family home reminded me to ask for what I wanted more directly. To ask from a place of safety, knowing that asking wont fail me. In American culture, the ability to stride up with that sort of confidence is a privilege. I have my safety net, but still I was afraid to ask the world for what I wanted.

I was telling Ismael (my bf) last night that even this surprise surgery, which on its face is scary and shocking, has felt like the universe promoting a sense of generosity in my life. So yes yes yes. Sometimes progress leaves a scar.

I feel very well celebrated! Thank you all! How can I ever repay you?