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Alice Singh

Singer Songwriter of Indigo Seas

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a character in “Welcome to the Madness Music Festival”, as played by leisurelyatwar

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Interview with Indigo Seas
A Profile on Alice Singh

as told by River Sideras

This month's featured artist is the indie folk singer songwriter duo,Indigo Seas. You may not have heard of them, though you've definitely heard their songs one way or another. We sat down with the couple to get to know the lovebirds behind some of the biggest hits on the radio. This time to make it a little more fun, we asked them to answer the question for their counterpart.

Read on to see their answers!





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Q: So, why donā€™t we start with something simple - go ahead and give us the basics.
A: Uhhā€¦ Alice Singh, singer and songwriter in Indigo Seas and my girlfriend. Sheā€™s born in London, but raised in Trinidad and NYC. [*leans back, shuffles a bit, looks like he has no idea how to answer*]. Sheā€™s super beautiful, sheā€™s got an amazing accent, sheā€™s 28, sheā€™s got a dog named Sampson that she calls Sushiā€¦. And she's pretty cool.


Q: Anything that drives you mad about them?
A: Gaaaash, youā€™re going in heavy right at that start. Nothing reeeeeally bothers me about Alice, but I guess if you need me to force one out...sheā€™s kinda messy? In a cute way, she keeps her clothes in a pile in our room and leaves mugs everywhere and sometimes forgets to drink all her tea after I made it.

But I canā€™t really say I outright hate it, because when she was on a trip to see her family- this was one of the longest times weā€™ve been apart in a while- I kept finding mugs in the weirdest places all over the house. It felt like she was a squirrel or something hiding her nuts all over the house and I was sort of angry and in love at the same time.

[*pauses for a second, glancing at Alice who looks at him with a probing gaze*] And actually, she does have a bad habit of interrupting me. Iā€™ve never been that good with words, I sort of stumble over the correct way to say things. But Alice almost has too many- she's got ten ways to explain something and a knack for trying to supply me with the words I canā€™t think of. It was a problem early on if we ever fought, but she's a lot more patient with me now.


Q: Oof - always hard to receive criticism, but you two are pros! Letā€™s change the mood, what about some strengths they may have?
A: Well, I guess what I just said could also be viewed as a strength. Her ability to understand language and write a song is what first drew me to her. I think her combination of words and empathy is what makes her an actually amazing person. Sheā€™ll say she's super shy, but I actually think that's because group social situations overwhelm her. If you get Alice alone in a room, she will give you her undivided attention for hours.


Q: You two have known each other for quite a few years now. How would you describe the otherā€™s general personality?
A: [*laughs*] I'm biased, but Alice is completely captivating. Youā€™ve seen her, she's beautiful, but it's sort of beyond that? Franco, drummer of Vandals, said she ā€˜had somethingā€™ the first time we saw her walk onstage. She has it offstage too, a magnetism, but she's too shy to really use it properly. She's soft, playful, but has one of those fiery angers that scares the shit out me sometimes. Sheā€™s also stubborn as hell.


Q: So other than making amazing music for yourselves and others, what talents do they have outside of music?
A: For the most part I do a lot of the cooking, but its basic stuff. Everyonce and awhile Alice decides we are going to feast and spends the whole day cooking caribbean food. Listen, no matter you think the best meal is, this is it.


Q: Alright, youā€™ve probably told the story a hundred times but letā€™s hear it from you again River. How did you two meet?
A: Alice was an opener act at a music festival I was headlining with Midnight Vandals back in the day. I managed to sneak away from whatever band itinerary we had going on and actually got to check out some music. I think her mom was there that day? Anyway, she played her song Where Did I Go and I was instantly sold. I went backstage to meet her and it was the basic me being socially awkward and her being too shy to hold the conversation very long. So I started going to her showā€™s every week that I could while we were recording that fall. It probably looked so desperate, but we actually started off innocently. She was super talented and I wanted to make sure the world could hear it- I was also looking at getting into producing and she was the perfect opportunity.


Q: So we know you guys have a dog, explain the others parenting style?
A: Oh shit, listen, can we just make the whole interview about that dog? His name is Sushi, he's a pomeranian, and he's unapologetically actually our child. The hierarchy of our house definitely goes Alice, Sushi, and then me. Sushi thinks Alice is the whole world and I'm pretty sure he thinks I am the hired help.


Q: Have you guys introduced the other to your parentā€™s yet? Howā€™d that go?
A: [*flops back on the chair and groans loudly*] Listen, my mom is wild. She can get anyone to do anything she wants, I think it's part of her ā€œsingle mother with a chaotic sonā€ schtick. The first time I took Alice over there, my mom got Alice so drunk and they giggled on the porch for hours. I wasnā€™t invited or something, they just got up and walked into the backyard without me around 10pm.


Q: So whatā€™s your process usually when writing a song? How do you decide which ones you keep and which ones you sell?
A: We don't go at a song as a ā€˜keeperā€™ or ā€˜sellerā€™. We always have a rotation of half baked ideas that worm their way out of us eventually. Some songs we finish and finally get to listen to and we both feel like it's not really us- maybe we were telling someone else's story or it's not the vibe we were feeling for that album. Those are the ones that get put on the back burner or sold. Weā€™ve had a few hired gigs that we had to create music for someone specifically and that was super interesting. I think our team works well because Alice and I both trust each other as professionals- I know she's the best at what she does and I know she thinks the same of me.


Q: You two are honestly couple goals - though one has to wonder, do you two ever argue? How do you two handle it when it happens?
A: I am very bad at actually getting angry at her. I get angry in the moment and then by the time I remember to say something Iā€™m over it. It's something weā€™ve talked about and she knows I do it, but it's one of those endless struggles. Sheā€™s much better at speaking her mind when she feels she needs to and Iā€™m glad for it. Weā€™ve lived with each other for two years so we know each other's pet peeves. She leaves wet towels in the bedroom, I finish the pot of coffee before she's awake. I think what's important is trying your best to avoid the things that make the other person's day harder.

So begins...

Alice Singh's Story

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ImageAmsterdam had always been too crowded for Aliceā€™s taste. The cobblestone streets were too narrow, the stairs too steep, the people too comfortable with tight spaces. Her passport was English but her preference for big open roads and large spaces was a result of becoming accustomed to American luxury. Her first time here she performed at some random coffeeshop for a Rasta-fest that opted for small scattered performances in local businesses rather than multiple proper concert stages arranged at one venue. It was way before she even met River, still just some girl with a guitar and a piss poor producer and manager.

River had made it his personal mission to make her fall in love with Amsterdam. Heā€™d only vacationed here once, brought along with his best friend's family because they could never imagine a vacation without him. River had loved every minute of his time spent in the city and had been beyond excited to make her love it just as much. It was easy for him to make her love the city. Her love for him spilled into everything he touched. Suddenly she didnā€™t mind if the pathways were narrow, it meant she got to stand closer to him; steep stairs was just an excuse to put her ass at the perfect height for River to smack; tight spaces meant she could stand against him, pushing herself into him.

Theyā€™d rented a houseboat along the canal in the Jordaan district, just beyond the canal ring and surrounded by every world renowned museum in the area. It still had that too-small feeling that Alice felt in Europe but between the Dutch charm and her own personal Adonis in their bed the place had grown on Alice.

The festival circuit could be exhausting, the people lived at a different pace. It was fun in small doses but it could grow to be tedious without breaks in between. River was the one who suggested they arrive early and make a vacation of it, though Alice was pretty sure he was just keen on having her all to himself. It was fun to dive into someone elseā€™s life, live in their home and go to their local market. She could imagine a life like this for them; on a houseboat eating pastries from the Nutella cafe and drinking coffee in bed.

ā€œLetā€™s just stay here forever,ā€ She whispered into the curve of his neck one morning, his arms squeezing to pull her in closer. He layered on kisses anywhere he could reach, eyes still closed tightly and unwilling to open for the new morning. River hummed in agreement, tucking her body against his and pulling the large duvet over both of them more.

The lazy mornings were Aliceā€™s favorite, drinking coffee in bed looking out onto the canal basking in sunlight. They'd find ways to prolong leaving bed, one always pulling the other back in. Her body was a religion, his temple between the divine of her thighs. Alice craved the warmth of his skin, that contact of their bodies pressed against one another as she wound her hips against him...

Eventually Sampson would grow restless and begin to scratch at the door, begging to be taken on a walk. They might have never left that bed if it wasn't for him, though admittedly they probably wouldn't have to lock themselves away in the bedroom to fuck if they didn't have the pomeranian around to stare at them so damn intently. It was impossible for them to go anywhere without him though, he was a fixture in Alice's presence - hell, in the band's presence. He even had his own instagram account, both official and fan-run.

While Alice loved the damp and grey mornings, the sun warming the dew off the boats porch and the empty streets around their canal, River loved their nights. Theyā€™d gone out a few times during their stay, but River had mostly wanted this vacation so they could have a few moments of togetherness before the mayhem of the festival.

He kept their wine supply full, sometimes jumping off the boat in the middle of the night to grab another bottle from the twenty-four hour market nearby. Their canal was right next to a party district, so from their little pocket of warmth on the water they could hear the echoing sounds of bass and yelling. It was almost a welcome noise, a reminder of how comfortable they were in this moment. River had no interest in finding the source of the music, too wrapped up in the curve of Aliceā€™s hip in his hand, or the cocoon of her hair around him when her mouth held his captive.

The boat had a few of a canal bridge, so the two would sit on the deck wrapped in blankets, Alice tucked in Rivers lap and Sampson curled against their chests, drinking wine and sharing a joint and watching the drunk tourists till the early hours of the morning. It was the kind of comfort that made River want to go get his guitar, but he also knew trying to write in the moment would ruin it. Instead he kept his mind as present as possible, letting the wine loosen his lips and hands so he could at least try and catalog every second.

It has almost started to feel like home to Alice. She'd looked forward to their routine. Amsterdam had in fact grown on her, much to her own chagrin. It was meant as a vacation but it felt closer to real life than they'd been in a while.

The Festival circuit tossed them city to city with little respite in between. Funny to think there had been a time where it all seemed so glamorous to Alice, now she'd do anything to just be able to live out her days peacefully on a house boat with River and Sushi Sampson.

ā€œI donā€™t know if I could manage going back to one of those trailers after this,ā€ She said to him on their last night, sitting on the back of the houseboat sharing a bottle of wine under the moonlight.

ā€œWhy doesnā€™t every trailer come with a shop for wine and weed 20 feet away,ā€ He agreed with her as he reached for the bottle between them, foregoing the glasses because neither of them wanted to do dishes, ā€œThey should add porches to those things, and softly lapping whatever. Better yet just have all the artists stay on the canal.ā€

ā€œI mean....can we?ā€ Alice asked, her face twisting with speculation. ā€œI donā€™t know if thereā€™s anything in the contract or something that mandates we be on site.ā€

ā€œIā€¦ā€ He paused and glanced at her, blowing into the wine bottle for a deep whistle as he thought, ā€œWhy didnā€™t we think of that before? I canā€™t believe we were gonna leave this little piece of heaven for a party trailer in the middle of some field. I guess they think itā€™s easier and free but we don't have to at all.ā€

River grinned at her and leaned forward, handing back the bottle as well as an overly excited kiss, ā€œSo are you saying I convinced you of Amsterdam?ā€

ā€œMhm, you know no one likes a know-it-all,ā€ She smiled, her hand gliding across his jawline and gripping at the hair at the base of his neck pulling him back into their kiss. His hand had already moved to the small of her back, Alice pivoting herself against him. He gripped her thighs, leading them around his waist. The blanket fell from around her as he stood up, Alice wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself. She leaned in, running her tongue along the side of his neck then biting his earlobe gently, River moaning beneath her.

Sampson yipped at their feet, jumping to get between them. Alice couldn't help but laugh as River tried to shoo him away, backing them into the bedroom.

"He probably needs a walk...." Alice said with regretful realization.

"He can wait." River grunted, slamming the door behind them.

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Erin Monaghan
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The Drummer for LSOM | Outfit | x|x#800000


Erin didn't know what enraged her more when she and the other bandmates were told where their leader went. The fact he left for Amsterdam early, or left without saying a god damn word. Gonna fucking kill him, she thought to herself. Of course Eoin would pull some fucking stunt like this. He had a knack for pulling bullshit regardless, but even then it was a new low for him and she was going to let him hear it whenever they found him. Precisely with her hands around his neck. Would be a nice touch.

But all that really mattered was that within a few days, they were already boarding a plane for the Netherlands. Which only really involved Erin being on her phone with earbuds in, music blasting her eardrums out as she drowned out the other bandmates. If she wasn't allowed to get intoxicated, she'd replace that manner with music. There were few things that helped her headaches that the boys caused, and that wasn't drugs or well...Other finer things in life anyway. It was music. She barely noticed how fast time seemed to go by as she scrolled mindlessly through instagram, Twitter, and spent a lot time looking out the window as she sat next to the window seat, and Hailee sitting right next to her. And the boys well, she didn't care where they were. Not until Hailee ended up taking her phone away and left her with nothing to do until she was given back her phone. The landing could have been a little smoother but, they had finally made contact with the ground and that was all she cared about. One step closer to beating his ass, she thought for a moment. And it surprisingly didn't take very long to find their long lost leader. Passed out on a sofa in the waiting room.

Erin followed closely behind Stevie as they walked in, watching as the boys conversed as Eoin finally woke up, looking like absolute hell. "Welcome back to the land of the living, dickhead." she muttered, accepting the pass that Stevie was handing out. Of course Stevie was taking over for half of Eoin's work, Erin shook her head. "Thanks, Stevie." she said softly, before putting her earbuds back in, losing herself to the music for a bit longer as the band got in line and passed security. The venue was fucking massive and was like nothing Erin had ever seen before. She didn't know if it was the smell she got off of Eoin, or the alcohol they had, maybe both, but she felt a small pit form in her stomach for a moment. She never really played for this large of a crowd before. It was a weird mix of excitement and nerves that coursed through her veins.

It was only when she saw the man in charge of security mouth the words "200k" that she felt her legs give out for just a moment, before swiftly recovering as she felt Hailee support her. Managing to catch her for a brief moment. The two girls exchanging a small nod before continuing on, "Did he just say 200k?" Erin repeated. Feeling her throat close up for a moment. Cottonmouth was a bitch. "That is what the man said, 'Rin. You gonna be able to go out for this?" she heard Hailee tease. Erin groaned as she rolled her eyes, if they rolled anymore they'd be rolling out of her head. "Of course I am. Just...Didn't think the venue would be this massive. Jesus..." Erin looked around, trying her best if she could see any familiar faces, she doubted it. But she saw a few faces in the amassing groups of performing acts. River and Alice, who she gave a small nod and smile to; and plenty of others. Erin knew a few of their more 'friendly' acts had to be somewhere and she was admitedly excited to see them. But for now, she kept her cool and proceeded on with passing through security checks. She did have a reputation to uphold after all.