u/DrKellyBundyPhD

BIZZ: Star Forest Band Manager, reps the NOTE G - Serious and slick. Boss man, super sneaky

It started with a question. Can we make a music video that takes place inside a Rubik’s cube??

That was the whole spark. A rotating box of colors and four band members trying to find their way through it.

From there, the rules kinda wrote themselves. It had to look like the band built it with their own hands. Paper, glue, lots of weirdness, the kind of homemade school theatre realness if you look closely, because we always want you to look closely in Star Forest.

And it also had to pay homage to one of our favorite music videos of all time, the Smashing Pumpkins’ “Tonight, Tonight,” which itself was a love letter to Georges Méliès and the earliest days of cinema as pure imagination.

So we made “Pinky Promise.” It’s small and strange and handmade and we love it more than we know how to say.

Watch the full Star Forest video and pinky promise to support indie artists wherever you find them. We’re all out here building worlds with whatever we’ve got. *subscribing helps too 🤞✨

FULL VID HERE:

https://youtu.be/TRzh3TEsqM0?si=I4VkfhJ0JI1by1fB

We just left the studio and we are still flying high!!

It was pure magic. The kind you can’t fake when the right people step into a room full of support, respect and kindness and the whole forest starts humming back.

This wild little family we call a band wove song and story together in a way you are going to fall for.

And guess what?

The forest has faces.

Meet the incredible humans behind Star Forest, the cast bringing Fawn, Twig, Sluuth, and Rocky to life.

We’ve been building this world quietly for six years and we think it’s time to crack the door open. Over the next little while we’re going to share the stuff we never showed anyone. Early sketches, scrapped ideas, songs that almost made it, walk cycles we animated ten times before they felt right. If you’ve ever wondered how something like Star Forest actually gets made, stick around. We want you in the studio with us.

Give us the outliers. The pigeon toed mysteries who walk through rooms like the air makes a small path. The enigmas who find magic in dive bars and train stations and the glowing moon clocks in for their shift when they arrive.

The moon, by the way, is not perfect. It is pitted and dented and looks like it forgot what it was doing halfway through being a rock. Still, it glows and pulls whole oceans without saying a word. We really like people like that. Full of holes and dusty edges and old meteor hits, still reflecting light that isn’t even theirs, which is maybe the most generous thing a body can do.

Give us the weirdos who can’t tie their shoes because they were busy planting something important. Because their hands were in the mud. Because they were writing a book about a beetle they met once. Because they were building a city out of cardboard for a story that only makes sense at 2:14am. Their shoes are untied but their minds are tied to galaxies, to ideas, to songs that haven’t been written yet but are already humming somewhere behind their ribs. They don’t sleep well. They don’t need to. Inspiration is oxygen.

Give us the tech nerds. The math builders and the code kids with twelve tabs open and a cold cup of caffeine and a universe on their screen made of numbers and sweet stubborn hope. The ones who stay sweet and struggle to make small talk. Yeah, the ones who pound their desk and say bad words and then five minutes later invent something that saves people ten thousand hours or makes a picture move or makes a voice come out of a box like magic. They are quiet alchemists in dirty hoodies. They are the physics kids who know the stars are just math that learned how to burn.

Give us the nature nerds who know the names of things and stop mid sentence because a bird is doing something suspicious. Who listen to trees and creeks like they are deciphering an ancient language. Who cry over moss and pick up bugs like they are expensive jewelry. See, they know that mushrooms are running an underground city and the rest of us are just walking around on the roof not knowing.

Give us the song singers, hum while you work people. The steering wheel drummers and the harmony finders. The sideways ones who don’t talk much but then music comes out of them and suddenly you understand their whole heart in three minutes and a chorus.

Give us the kind ones and the small light people. The ones who say, “Are you okay?” and actually wait for the answer. They are the ones who make things and who fix things. The broken ones who stay soft in a world that keeps trying to turn everything into a cold brick.

Yup. These are our people. The dusty moon people. The mud toes, code writing, tree hugging, song humming, desk pounding, light reflecting people. The magnificent, unfinished, slightly confused, very, very important people.

The world is held together, mostly, by them.