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🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

🐚 I grew up collecting fragments of a place I’ve never really known, a place that doesn’t quite exist in the same way as before. A place that had to be left, but never really left us. Stories, sounds, names - things that felt both distant and strangely familiar. I grew up nostalgic for something I’ve never fully experienced.

My mom once told me about sevdalinka.
“Sad Bosnian music,” she said. Of course, I was immediately drawn to it.

I then learned that sevdah shares the same root as saudade, a word that had already been quietly shaping my life for years.

I think about that night, eight years ago, sitting in Marilou’s living room. Records spinning, glasses of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, trying to name our radio show.
She said: “Have you ever heard of saudade?”

That word stayed.

It became a space we kept returning to. A way of listening. A way of feeling, of living. In many ways, it became us.

This mix isn’t just sevdah. It moves between different voices, different regions, different moments in time, but they all carry the same current. Longing, in its many forms; romantic, inherited, imagined. Something lost, something remembered, something that never fully left.

🌊 More u meni - the sea within me.
An ode to memory slowly unfolding, to bridging the distance and closing the loop, to realizing home was right here all along.

I dedicate this mix to my late grandmother, Olivera Herzog, who is pictured on the cover. I like imagining her on that beach in Croatia, long before I was born, suspended in time. She later lived with us in Canada and was my best friend.

Thank you NTS for broadcasting this mix into the world 📡🤍

Link in bio 💧

★ upcoming DJ gigs ★
☆ march 7 @ SAT for Dômesicle x Homegrown Harvest
☆ march 14 @ Pub 100 Génies for HiFive
☆ april 25 @ Parquette for FLIP

tix in bio

picture by the 🐐 @feli66_ ❤️‍🔥

★ upcoming DJ gigs ★
☆ march 7 @ SAT for Dômesicle x Homegrown Harvest
☆ march 14 @ Pub 100 Génies for HiFive
☆ april 25 @ Parquette for FLIP

tix in bio

picture by the 🐐 @feli66_ ❤️‍🔥

★ upcoming DJ gigs ★
☆ march 7 @ SAT for Dômesicle x Homegrown Harvest
☆ march 14 @ Pub 100 Génies for HiFive
☆ april 25 @ Parquette for FLIP

tix in bio

picture by the 🐐 @feli66_ ❤️‍🔥

★ upcoming DJ gigs ★
☆ march 7 @ SAT for Dômesicle x Homegrown Harvest
☆ march 14 @ Pub 100 Génies for HiFive
☆ april 25 @ Parquette for FLIP

tix in bio

picture by the 🐐 @feli66_ ❤️‍🔥

merci @eaf_mtl ⚔️ @_tropisme ⚔️ @syntheticsemiotics ⚔️ @sat_montreal

Dizzy Play, IRL & laced team up for a late spring night at @bardatcha . A trio of composer-DJs, they cover a wide spectrum of styles - ranging from ambient live performance to underground dance music. Collectively, they’ve played across many Montréal stages, most recently at MUTEK, Piknic Électronik, Exposé Noir, FLUSH, and Parquette. With a mutual love for all things bass, expect an evening that bounces between breaks, bassline, UKG, 2-step, IDM, tech-house and dubby halftime.

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𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒅’𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒆
première apparition de ebb
à perte de signal
le 16 janvier 2026 à 18h30
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Rayon d’ombre est une installation audiovisuelle contemplative.

Des images émergent puis se dissipent, comme des traces fragiles et éphémères.

À partir d’archives vidéo personnelles projetées sur de la fumée, l’œuvre explore la mémoire, la nostalgie et l’impermanence.

Présenté à @pertedesignal
16 janvier 2026 - Rentrée de Gaspé hivernale

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Rayon d’ombre is a contemplative audiovisual installation.

Images emerge and then fade away, like fragile, ephemeral traces.

Drawing from personal video archives projected onto smoke, the work explores memory, nostalgia, and impermanence.

Presented at perte de signal
January 16 2026 - Rentrée de Gaspé hivernale

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, part 2 ♑️

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

décembre 2025, amour

🎞️ thank you to the person who exchanged this expired film roll with me a very, very long time ago

long live saudade
ebb comes into being
2026 unfolds ⋆˚࿔

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