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Don’t Look There... Something Strange In The Air 🙃

A surreal journey into the uncanny. When the atmosphere shifts and the reflections don't match, you know there’s something else in the room. Enjoy this surreal AI cocktail party where the guests—and the cats—aren't quite what they seem.
https://open.spotify.com/album/3vjSxBrBimxILZ9QAv1rnI

Credits:

Songwriting & Production Guidance: Lacey Bortvit

Music Composition: Suno

Visuals: Midjourney

Video Generation: Veo3

Video Editing: Heebzaphone

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
There’s something strange in the air
Can feel it standing up my hair
They say there’s nothing there… Au contraire
Don't look there
There’s something strange in the air

[Verse 1]
Like footsteps in an empty room
Movement made, but not by you
A whisper lingers somewhere near
Like it’s speaking—but not quite clear

[Chorus]
There’s something strange in the air
Can feel it standing up my hair
They say there’s nothing there… Au contraire
Don't look there
There’s something strange in the air

[Verse 2]
Mirrors don’t reflect the same
Something’s shifted in the frame
You don’t see it when you stare
But it's closer than it seems… oh, c’est clair

[Bridge]
Wait…
Did you feel that
No… did you hear it
Never mind

[Chorus]
There’s something strange in the air
Can feel it standing up my hair
They say there’s nothing there… Au contraire
Don't look there
There’s something strange in the air

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Video Tags
Something Strange In The Air, Lacey Bortvit, Surreal AI Music Video, Suno AI Music, Midjourney Art, Veo3 Video, Dreamcore, Weirdcore, Uncanny Valley, AI Surrealism, Cats at Cocktail Party, Avant-garde Music, Eerie Atmosphere, Indie Songwriter, AI Animation, Psychedelic AI

04/11/2026

https://youtu.be/sO7wlwaPiHs?si=jadF6KsORozHVyO2

Somewhere in the south of Spain, the night doesn’t fall. It kind of wakes up.“Andalucía” came from a feeling more than a story. Walking through narrow street...

04/10/2026

04/10/2026

Somewhere in Andalucía, the night doesn’t really fall. It wakes up.

This piece actually started as a challenge. Glenn pushed me to try writing from the idea of an old Spanish tale. Not something literal, just a feeling. A story that feels like it’s been told before, even if you can’t quite place it.

This is where it led me.

I kept thinking about a guitarist. Not just someone playing, but someone whose music pulls people in. Quietly. Almost without them realizing it. Like you’re just walking through a street at night, and suddenly you’re part of something.

The guitar sits at the center of it. Not loud, not demanding. Just there. And somehow, that’s enough.

This song is about that kind of pull. The way a sound can take hold before you even notice. One note turns into a rhythm, and before long you’re in it. Not really choosing it, but not wanting to leave either.

The visuals follow that same feeling. A version of an Andalusian village at night that feels familiar but slightly off. Movement is a little staggered, almost like stop motion. People drift more than they walk. Shadows hang around longer than they should.

It’s not dark, but it isn’t light either. Just somewhere in between.

Inspired by old tales from Andalucía of a guitarist whose playing could hold a room still, or pull people somewhere they didn’t mean to go.

This is a visual for my original song “Andalucía & That Guitar .”
It’s out now on all streaming platforms ... would love for you to stream or add to your playlists!

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Visuals created with MidJourney and Higgsfield
Edited by Hebzaphone using Adobe Premiere Pro
Instrumental generated with my creative direction via Suno
Melody, lyrics, and creative vision by Lacey Bortvit

Village lights dim,
Workers end their day,
The whisper in surround,
Of ocean waves at play,
Ahead I see a crowd,
Dancing sillouettes sway,
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Ooooh Andalucía
And the way he played
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Vibration of the string
Pulsing with my heart
Dissonant melodies,
Connecting like the stars,
As I turn to walk away,
But pulled by the rasgueado
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Ooooh Andalucía
And the way he played
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

04/10/2026

Somewhere in Andalucía, the night doesn’t really fall. It wakes up.

This piece actually started as a challenge. Glenn pushed me to try writing from the idea of an old Spanish tale. Not something literal, just a feeling. A story that feels like it’s been told before, even if you can’t quite place it.

This is where it led me.

I kept thinking about a guitarist. Not just someone playing, but someone whose music pulls people in. Quietly. Almost without them realizing it. Like you’re just walking through a street at night, and suddenly you’re part of something.

The guitar sits at the center of it. Not loud, not demanding. Just there. And somehow, that’s enough.

This song is about that kind of pull. The way a sound can take hold before you even notice. One note turns into a rhythm, and before long you’re in it. Not really choosing it, but not wanting to leave either.

The visuals follow that same feeling. A version of an Andalusian village at night that feels familiar but slightly off. Movement is a little staggered, almost like stop motion. People drift more than they walk. Shadows hang around longer than they should.

It’s not dark, but it isn’t light either. Just somewhere in between.

Inspired by old tales from Andalucía of a guitarist whose playing could hold a room still, or pull people somewhere they didn’t mean to go.

This is a visual for my original song “Andalucía & That Guitar .”
It’s out now on all streaming platforms ... would love for you to stream or add to your playlists!

—

Visuals created with MidJourney and Higgsfield
Edited by Hebzaphone using Adobe Premiere Pro
Instrumental generated with my creative direction via Suno
Melody, lyrics, and creative vision by Lacey Bortvit

Village lights dim,
Workers end their day,
The whisper in surround,
Of ocean waves at play,
Ahead I see a crowd,
Dancing sillouettes sway,
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Ooooh Andalucía
And the way he played
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Vibration of the string
Pulsing with my heart
Dissonant melodies,
Connecting like the stars,
As I turn to walk away,
But pulled by the rasgueado
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

Ooooh Andalucía
And the way he played
If heaven had a sound,
It would be Andalucía and that guitar

02/11/2026

After more than 10 years, I said goodbye to my old studio space — a big, late-1800s house full of character, quirks, creaky floors, and so many memories. It was one of those rare, beautiful places that felt alive… and also required constant fixing, patching, and loving back to life. It held a huge chapter of my creative journey.
Letting it go wasn’t easy. That space saw so many sessions, shoots, families, events. But sometimes growth looks like simplifying.
So now… I’m trading square footage for intention.
I’m building my new studio inside a shipping container — smaller, more modern, and definitely a little unconventional. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, and I’m making it work. There’s something freeing about starting fresh with just what I need and shaping it into a space that fits this season of life.
From a historic house full of stories… to a simple container full of possibility.
Still creating. Still dreaming. Just in a different kind of room.

02/08/2026

I’ve loved music for as long as I can remember — I wrote my first little song when I was about four. But growing up, I didn’t really have the resources or path to make music yet, so poetry became the place where all of that creativity went. It was my first outlet.

Revisiting that part of myself with “Bright Blue” felt like reopening an old notebook I hadn’t touched in years. The kind of writing that isn’t trying to be a song or fit a structure — just letting feelings exist as color, texture, and atmosphere.

I wanted the visuals to feel the way the poem feels: layered, a little strange, a little dreamlike, very blue. Using Midjourney for this was honestly incredible. It let me chase moods instead of literal scenes and build an environment that felt more like memory and emotion than a traditional narrative.

The backing track was created with Suno under my creative guidance to give it that quiet, floating undercurrent. I wrote the poem and recorded the spoken word, and Heebz brought everything together in Adobe Premiere to shape the final piece.

Reawakening this early creative voice felt grounding and unexpectedly emotional. A reminder that the things we make when we’re young don’t disappear — they just wait for the right moment to come back.

Thanks for listening and watching.
– Lacey

Poem:

Bright Blue

I’m blue
Born from the indigo rain at dusk
Shaped and molded by cold tired hands
Like arctic ice
Blue like an empty city street at dawn,
Blue from the echoes of voices now gone,
But I’m still bright….
Blue

I’m blue
Standing in shades of graphite
Weighed by sorrow and life
Surrounded by dust and smoke and haze
Heavy steel
But I’m still bright….
Blue

I’m blue,
But even at night I’m bright
I’m blue,
But even at the deepest of depths, I’m bright
I’m every blue
But still I’m bright….
Blue

Credits:
Poem + Spoken Word: Lacey Bortvit Music
Visuals: Midjourney
Backing track: Created with Suno under my creative guidance
Edit: — Adobe Premiere