HP Community Pick is a semi-regular blog series where community members have the chance to highlight a show they’re stoked about. This pick is brought to you by Arleen Nebeker (Collage artist, DJ Desert Stray at KWNK and HP’s Marketing and Design Associate) on the band Cindy Lee scheduled for Tuesday, October 17, 2023 who played with Freak Heat Waves and locals Frank Futility. Read all about it below!

In the ethereal realm of experimental music, few artists capture the essence of nostalgia quite like Cindy Lee. With her transcendent melodies and haunting vocals, Cindy Lee transports her listeners to a realm where memories, dreams, and emotions intertwine in a mesmerizing dance.⁠ The quality of Cindy Lee’s sound is akin to wading through a misty dreamscape, where reality blurs into a surreal canvas of emotions. The delicate, often haunting vocals seem to emanate from a distant memory, evoking a sense of longing that resonates deep within. It’s as if she sings from the heart of a half-forgotten reverie, inviting the listener to peer into their own soul.⁠
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One of the most captivating aspects of Cindy Lee’s music⁠I find is her mastery of ambiance and atmosphere. The music is bathed in layers of reverb and subtle electronics, creating a sense of otherworldliness.⁠ Her compositions often feature a intricate interplay of sounds, both analog and electronic, weaving emotions that range from bittersweet to hauntingly beautiful.⁠ In songs like “The Limit,” “What’s Tonight To Eternity ” or⁠ “The Last Train’s Come and Gone,” Cindy Lee captures the essence of wistfulness, inviting introspection and a gentle embrace of our own nostalgia. Her lyrics, though enigmatic, carry a poetic weight that resonates deeply.⁠ Cindy Lee’s music is an invitation to explore the hidden corners of our psyche, to confront our pasts, and to revel in the beauty of fleeting moments. It’s a mesmerizing journey into the recesses of our hearts, a dance through the mist of memory, and an enchanting sojourn in a nostalgic dreamscape that lingers long after the last note⁠
fades away.

— Arleen