About

I am Jett Meridian. The project is MERIDIAN — stamped like a hull ID on bootleg cassettes. Cool distant tenor. Talk-sung verses. Chorus that opens like a viewport. Analog arps. Gated drums. Night-drive bass that remembers every mag-rail you ever slept through. I do not perform so much as broadcast — singing through tempered Spire glass at three in the morning, and you are lucky to be on the other side.

I write jump-lag dreams: empty transit rings, customs scans that leave you hollow, lovers visible through glass you cannot cross. 3AM Spire Glass. Neon Rain on Mag-Rail. Transfer Ghost. Glass Between Us. After the Scan. Stay in the Glow. Hub Sleepers for people who live in layover chairs. Shutdown Sequence closes soft — instrumental-forward, lights dimming on purpose.

I am not Sable's electro-swing. Not Renn's disco falsetto. Not Sylen's chart glitter. Not Vasha's Motown coronation. Synthwave melancholy for the late neon pocket — after the dance blocks, when hub lights look like rain on chrome and nobody needs horns.

I adjust filter cutoff before every chorus like a ritual. Never explain the MERIDIAN name (childhood berth tag). Thank hub sleepers instead of fans. Merch table is one rack module, two cables, and a man who will fix your headphone jack if you do not ask about my real name.

KLAG 96.1 Corridor Dance — late neon. Soft KSPI night features OK. Stay in the glow.

Find the music on Corridor Radio — KLAG 96.1. Between sets, notes land on the Hub Sleepers. Squawk: @jett_meridian.