D.LAMAR
Watercolor, India ink, turmeric and duende — the visible work. Paintings that hang on walls, assemblages that hold their ground. This is the hand you can see.
LamarCy
Southern blues, soul and rock written in Atlanta and haunted by Charleston — songs for other voices, chronicled in sepia and Tiffany blue. This is the hand you can hear.
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The making of the music, documented as it happens.
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The LamarCy Chronicle
One object, one song, one story. Every Saturday.
The gear, the stories, and the songs they turn into.
Est 2026 · Every Saturday
The Singles
“I bet it’s dolphins who know where the ocean gon’ hide the treasures of my soul.”
Lowcountry Beach
Momma Gone
The Chronicle
The music is documented as it’s made — essays, gear breakdowns, and the story of every song. Pick a door.