In a quiet corner of St. Louis, Missouri, inside a closet-turned-studio filled with little more than a laptop, an Aston mic, a Focusrite interface, and a pair of wired Apple headphones, MACARi is building her sound and catalog.
There’s no extravagant studio. No towering soundboards. Just intention. And for MACARi, that’s more than enough.
Before stepping into the recording booth — MACARi’s first love was musical theater. At 18, with dreams of one day performing on Broadway, music was already stitched into their identity. The stage represented transformation, storytelling, and emotional release.
But it wasn’t until joining blvcktheband that something shifted.
Being part of a collective sparked the desire to create something personal — to not just perform music written by others, but to record and release original work. That turning point marked the beginning of MACARi as an artist in their own right.
Some artists are inspired by sound’s they like. Others are inspired by honesty. For MACARi, Solange stands as a creative north star.
When “Cranes in the Sky” was released during their middle school years, it wasn’t just another song on the radio — it was a moment. The vulnerability. The atmosphere. The emotional clarity. It lingered.
“I’ve been obsessed ever since,” MACARi shares.
That influence is evident not in imitation, but in spirit. Like Solange, MACARi’s work leans into emotion as both subject and texture. The music feels lived-in — soft but intentional, delicate but self-assured.
Ask MACARi to describe their sound and the answer isn’t genre-based. It’s emotional.
“Euphoric, free, hopeful, romantic.”
It’s the kind of music that doesn’t rush you. It breathes. It allows space for reflection. There’s a sense of release woven into each melody — like stepping outside after being indoors too long.
That imagery isn’t accidental.
Growing up, the only kid-friendly refuge nearby was the park around the corner from home. It became more than just a playground — it became sanctuary. Even now, when the walls feel too close, MACARi returns.
“I went yesterday to journal,” they say. “I’ve written a couple songs there.”
The park remains a grounding force — a reminder of simplicity, fresh air, and honest thought. That same grounding presence carries into the music.
In an era where artists often showcase elaborate setups, MACARi’s process is refreshingly minimal. The closet studio isn’t a compromise — it’s a cocoon. A controlled space where vulnerability feels safe.
With just the essentials — laptop, Focusrite interface, Aston microphone, pop filter, mic stand, and wired headphones — every layer is built by hand. There’s intimacy in that process. Nothing overproduced. Nothing excessive.
MACARi’s most recent single, “PATiENCE iS A ViRTUE,” reflects both personal growth and artistic clarity. The title alone reads like a mantra — a reminder that timing, healing, and evolution can’t be rushed.
Beyond the single, the latest EP, “MACARi,” serves as a self-defined introduction. A self-titled project often signals identity, and this one is no different. At its heart is “BLUE LiGHT THERAPY,” a standout track that captures the emotional atmosphere MACARi has carefully cultivated — reflective yet luminous, introspective yet expansive.
Looking ahead, MACARi is preparing to release a new song titled “ONE SUN, ONE SOL,” planned for the end of March. The title alone suggests unity, warmth, and duality — themes that align seamlessly with the emotional palette already established.
If previous releases are any indication, listeners can expect something radiant yet grounded. Something that feels like standing in sunlight after a long winter.
MACARi is quick to acknowledge the people who’ve helped shape the path: Critical, Isaac Hendrix, and a steady foundation of family and friends who continue to believe in the vision.
St. Louis has long been a city rich in musical legacy, and MACARi adds a new layer to that tradition — one rooted not in volume, but in vulnerability. Not in spectacle, but in sincerity.
From Broadway aspirations to a closet studio sanctuary, from park bench journaling sessions to fully realized EPs, MACARi is proof that artistry doesn’t require excess. It requires honesty.
