So this week I got totally obsessed with diggin’ into Noah Sandborn after hearin’ his weird track pop up randomly while workin’. Figured I’d share the whole messy journey.
Started simple: just googled “who is noah sandborn”. Big mistake. Felt like goin’ down a rabbit hole covered in sticky cobwebs. Mostly found generic music pages, old forum posts, zero official stuff. Kept hittin’ dead ends – total ghost situation.
Frustrated, I did what any normal person would do: went full detective mode. Spent hours combin’ through obscure SoundCloud comments, ancient Bandcamp pages he might have touched, even weird niche blogs mentionin’ “experimental artists”. Ugh. Like tryin’ to catch smoke.
Finally stumbled onto something real when I remembered some dude mentionin’ an old email newsletter archive. Dug deeper, trackin’ down defunct mailing lists. Found fragments. Put ’em together like bad puzzle pieces. Here’s the rough 7 things that actually stuck:
- Stage name for real. Guy’s got a totally different legal name. Makes sense with how underground he plays it.
- Sound = kitchen sink chaos. Records ambient noise? Seriously? Like fridges hummin’, random street sounds. Samples ’em raw into tracks.
- Zero social media. Not even an abandoned MySpace. Dude vanished digitally years back.
- No live shows. Ever. Found zero evidence of him playin’ anywhere. Total bedroom artist vibes.
- DIY everything. Posters? Hand-drawn junk. Album art? Looks like finger paint on cardboard scanned sideways. Committed to the cheap look.
- Maybe a collective? Found snippets suggestin’ “Noah Sandborn” might be a name shared by a couple guys makin’ weird tunes. Unclear.
- Total enigma. Motivation? History? Real influences? Blank. Big ol’ question mark.
What a train wreck huh? Spent like three whole nights glued to the screen, drinkin’ lukewarm coffee, just to find basically nothin’ concrete. Feels like chasin’ a ghost someone made up. Kinda respect the mystery though. Makes the tunes feel… stranger.
Funny thing? Boss texts me mid-research askin’ where the TPS reports are. “Uh… technical difficulties?” Total waste of work hours. Would I do it again? Heck yeah. Sometimes pointless curiosity hits hard, y’know? Gotta ride that wave even if you crash. Now where’s my coffee…
