Welcome to my newest alter ego, my newest personality. My wish? I wish I could sing like my AI singer Lorelei Dean. How I wish she was real. I could listen to her voice all day. She has that romantic tone. Yes, now the Yard Sale Queen has her own style and I love making music with her but it’s time for the Yard Sale Queen to take a break and sit back a while. Here comes Lorelei Dean and she can really make you feel the emotions. Her voice drips with haunted velvet – half lullaby, half lament. It doesn’t just sing to you; it follows you. A voice forged in fire and faith- burning with sorrow, but never without strength. Lorelei doesn’t just sing a note, she testifies through it. Like moonlight on still water- calm but full of secrets. Lorelei’s voice moves between worlds; the sacred, the strange, and the beautifully broken. A voice that could’ve lived on vinyl in 1932 or whispered through a cathedral in 1799. Lorelei Dean doesn’t follow trends- she channels timeless truth. She sings like a shadow with a halo-part phantom, part prophet. You never know whether she’s warning you… or calling you home.
Married in Arkansas 