Mateo Messina - Up The Spout (juno Soundtrack) May 2026

(a nervous teenager, a nostalgic parent)

The rusty gate he passed didn’t just creak; it swung in time. The neighbor’s golden retriever didn’t just bark; it provided the percussion.

The sun was barely up when Mateo stepped onto the porch, the cold air hitting his face like a sharp reminder. He clicked his headphones into place, and the bright, rhythmic strumming of "Up The Spout" kicked in.

(a rainy city, a dusty high school hallway)

He started walking. Each step landed perfectly on the beat—a jaunty, acoustic thrum that felt like a secret heartbeat under the pavement. Mateo wasn’t heading anywhere important, just the corner bodega for a carton of eggs, but the music painted the neighborhood in Technicolor.

He felt like a character in a movie where the stakes were low but the feelings were high. The track’s playful energy made his breath hitch in a way that wasn’t quite anxiety and wasn't quite joy—it was just anticipation . Like something big was about to happen, or maybe nothing was going to happen at all, and that was okay too.

It was the kind of song that made the mundane feel like a montage.