“The meaning of the name Teletextile is not first date information,” says Pamela Martinez, the group’s founder. She holds its explanation close as an opportunity to entice all the visionaries, escapists, fantasizers, romantics and haters. ”Teletextile’s definition is packed in suitcases with things words can’t describe.”

As you can tell, Martinez’s musical adventures started at a young age, picking up instrument after instrument, audible in the lush songs of Teletextile’s layered arrangements of harps, guitars, strings, electronics, choirs and the like.

Long commutes on Texas highways had the radio alternating between her mother and grandmother’s love of Etta James, and her father’s affection for George Harrison. My sweet lord, my sweet lord, I just want to make love to you while my guitar gently weeps.

But Martinez is no lone ranger, she vanguards a gold rush of musical pioneers. Currently along for the adventures are Tim Cronin on vocals, bass and accordion, Alex Topornycky on guitar and banjo and Allan Mednard holds down the beat on drums and percussion. Together they conquer kingdoms, build castles, hide away in them and destroy them when the game is over.

And in case you’re not interested in Teletextile. Martinez recommends listening to Pj Harvey, Brian Eno, Björk or Radiohead. “It’s basically the same thing.”