Your room
One room per band, or per project, or per person you write with. Private to whoever's in it.
Its own songs, its own people, its own colours. Invite someone by email and their face shows up on the songs they start.
A verse from a train, a lead at midnight, all there in the morning. Anything you haven't heard yet says so.
Build a set, drag it into order, print it or send a PDF. Whoever's standing in tonight doesn't need an account.
Every room is a thread. Say something and the band hears about it; write to one person and only they do. Messages is the one place for all of it — your people, who is here right now, and every room you are in.
Lines carry the colour of whoever wrote them, takes the name of whoever played them. A year later, nobody has to remember.
The beta is small and free, and I read everything that comes back.
Email for an invite