FARA Records · Digital release
Find Me in the Light
The light I was chasin’ was chasin’ me — a blues figure and a club loop, doing the same thing at two different tempos. Press play. Stop looking.
- Archive no.
- FARA-093
- Edition
- DRM-free audio
- Delivery
- Instant download
- Issued
- 2026

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- 01 Find Me in the Light 3:15
The light I was chasin’… was chasin’ me.
MUSIC TRACK STORY
Find Me in the Light is REAYA and AMARI's debut single — a patient, humid slow-build where tension and release stand in for euphoria, and the second drop is the payoff.
Music Track Story
Find Me in the Light is the debut single from REAYA and AMARI — two New Orleans artists with Mississippi Delta family on both their mothers’ sides, built around a resonator guitar that’s been in REAYA’s family for two generations. A filtered slide-guitar loop opens it and barely develops for three minutes; REAYA’s hook is four words delivered exactly the same way every single time. That sameness isn’t a limitation of the arrangement — it’s the entire subject. The blues is a form built on repetition, a figure that comes round and round before it resolves, and this record is about being trapped in one.
AMARI carries the verse — conversational, a fraction behind the beat, no bravado, working something out in real time rather than performing a bar: “ten years deep and I’m still off time” is arithmetic for him, not a figure of speech; he started at thirteen and he counts. Underneath: a garage-swung UKG/dubstep hybrid groove at 140, punchy kick, tight snare, shuffled hats, a deep controlled sub that drops without ever getting messy. The break strips to just voice and guitar and then stops completely — a real, full silence — and the second drop lands on the other side of it with no build at all. Every other choice on the record exists to make that one hole in the middle land.
It’s ten years of searching in the same rooms, and the discovery that the searching itself was the obstacle. “Every night same loop, same crowd, same face” is the diagnosis; “so I sat back, let it all unwind” is the treatment; “soon as I stopped, you found me” is the result. Nobody explains any of this to the listener — the loop makes you feel the itch of being stuck around the second minute, the full stop registers physically, and what follows is relief rather than triumph. This is not a euphoric record, and it never sounds like one.
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