what do You imagine when you listen to jane's music?
if any of her songs spark strong mental images in You, please email them to us!!! vivid descriptions are greatly welcomed, and you might just see your description here!


"The song has me visualizing a desolate sea full of creatures, tortured, hardened, and turned evil by the black hellish sorcery in the water. A sea brimming with apathetic flurries of various sea creatures wandering devoid of direction or purpose. All of them swimming in a state of zombified mental horror induced by their surroundings.
"The only hope their souls have of breaking through the surface of the water, instantly teleporting back to their true existence, is to be fortunate enough to pass through the temporary trail she weaves throughout the sea. I see the trail as a crystalline stream of unimaginable energetic love and light that cannot be described and is fixed to a certain distance.
"She is the only one with the ability to free the others, but she, herself, can only be freed if the prince seeks her out on a voyage below the surface, to open his consciousness to her outcry at a level he never fathomed possible...
"Alex i'll take 'Deficient Grammar' for a thousand. That is where the images halted in my bean."
Bryan Heil :: Phaedon


I see a man, no shirt, wearing jeans, good looking but not clean cut. He's sitting on the stairs of a porch in front of a very humble abode, and he's reading a letter (from you) and he has those strap-on costume Wings on.
Jered Mercer :: Freddie Goodtime


I instantly picture you sitting in this very old and rickety catholic church with a flock of buckets collecting raindrops from cracks in the ceiling. the room reeks with the stench of dank water. all of the atatues are lifeless opalescent alabaster and the stained glass barely holding together. you are sitting at the piano with your head resting on the keys, and hundreds of brilliant candles outlining the piano and the floor surrounding you. your face has a tattered and frustrated look because you have been there for what feels like forever trying to squeeze a melody out of this box of wood, but the notes just will not come.
Freddie is watching on the second floor balcony in the back of the church drinking whiskey, chain smoking, and laughing at your writer's-block misery. he is 6 ft tall with black hair, olive skin, and green italian eyes. dressed well and has on a very black trench coat, with deep pockets on the inside to hold his liquor, smokes, holy weapons, and whatever the f*ck he wants.
Come on! he's Freddie Goodtime: the life of the party, the guy with so muck evil charisma that he turns heads and breaks hearts the moment he enters the twisted domains of this world. he is a true fence walker with enough Heaven and Hell in him to create something beautiful... and destroy it the very next moment because he has the power to carry out his sick pleasures as he pleases.
he starts paying close attention the moment you begin to play the tune that he knows will soon bare his name. he feels the music and words composing in your mind. the tune begins to smooth along and when it intensifies, an amusing sneer flashes across his mouth and the cross of Christ comes crashing down off the wall, making a loud boom. Neither of you flinch.
your focus deepens as the music continues. he wants to dismount off the balcony and slither right in front of you to show his approval, but he can only be seen by the spirit, not by flesh. this angers him. his ego slowly begins to fill with rage until it bursts. he wants a candle to fall over and start a chain reaction - burning you to the ground so he can try and intercept your spirit and dance with you in his ethereal world. he thinks he can slowly hustle you in an all-night game of pool for your soul, or simply entice you into his phantasmagoric shadows of henchmen. but you must be willing to accept the deal on Freddie's terms. They are at times advantageous, mostly precarious, and always seductive....
Bryan Heil :: Freddie Goodtime