Based in Western Massachusetts, St. Louis, Missouri, Baltimore, Maryland and occasionally Baguio City, Philippines,
Kris Fragata is a nomadic autodidact.
Introspective, honest, and a bit silly,
they use their love of telling stories to write and produce music.
After experiencing multiple undiagnosed manic episodes early in their college career,
impulsivity and grandiosity have driven them to the path of discovery,
one that doesn’t follow the normal standards of their Baptist and Filipino upbringing.
They quote:
“I found myself incapable of doing anything other than what I wanted to do.
At least, when it came to school and work. I used to be so driven by academic achievement.
I wanted to do well in everything. I needed to be great in everything.
And then one day I just couldn’t. Maybe it was subconscious stress from realizing that
I was queer as hell and how that would affect my family that led to mania.
Regardless, when it happened I could only work on music.
I could only think about music. I knew I wasn’t good yet but I could be better.
I dropped out of college because of it. It was selfish but also so liberating.
A part of me misses being part of an institution but I’m happy (most of the time)
and I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
contact me at kris@krisfragata.com
Code and Design by Kris Fragata
Other credits:
*Charlie paraiso — for your musical ear and knowledge. The song wouldn’t have progressed the way it did without you
*Andriana Levytsky — for your html and design insight. And sharing my frustration with the coding gods
*Lena Cramer — for lending me your ears
*Grace Jaramillo - for lending me your ears
*Mariah Carter — for lending me your eyes
*Annie Kern — for lending me your ears.
For queer interactions, the line
between platonic and romantic can
be hazy with relationships sometimes
dipping in and out of the sexual.
Banana Split is an exploration
of these queer dynamics,
its inherent lawlessness yet need for communication.
I’m coining the term “Banana Split,”
referring to the end of a romantically
and platonically ambiguous interaction.
Really, it ain't too deep.
Sometimes, the banana just splits
:p ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I ate a shit ton of bananas while writing this song,
a fixation from a manic episode.
The banana's peels intrigued me.
It protects the banana but
doesn't prevent any bruising.
You can throw a banana,
stuff it in your backpack,
poke at it repeatedly and
on the outside it's still intact - skin is still there but
you can tell that the banana
isn't doing too hot. I felt that.
Protected by the euphoria and
high self esteem that comes
with mania - but only loosely.
Consistent pressure and stress
results in bruises in the psyche
