Natalie sings and plays keys for Spinoza’s Ring. Her lyrics often begin as journal fragments or overheard sentences—quiet, internal moments shaped into melody. She has a way of finding unexpected warmth in minor chords, and her harmonies give the songs their dusky glow. When she writes, it’s usually late at night, with a piano and a cup of tea gone cold. Natalie doesn’t say much in interviews. Her verses say enough.