From the Album 
Songs From the Kitchen - Making Dinner

Songs From The Kitchen-Making Dinner

Elton John - Tiny Dancer -Remix - Cover by Adam Langg

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Valentine's Day Mix

Unchained Melody -Valentine's  Day 2024 Remix. Feat, Adam Langg

Luster up enough imagination to fly though time and be who your meant to be

Sad enough

Sometimes to roll with someone, you gotta be about what they about. With melody different from many of his other songs, 2NDBLE$$ING crafts something we don't see much of--especially on the radio these days

FOCUS (prod by STORM)

Taking time to meditate and glimpse into view spirituality ￼

Spirit of

illuminati

Passenger 97

Part I: The Rhythm of the Road

The bus rumbled along the midnight highway, its tires humming a techno beat against the asphalt. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Passengers huddled in their seats, lost in their private soundscapes—their headphones cocooning them from the world.

And then there was him: Jack “Steel” Donovan, a man carved from shadows and silence. His denim jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes, sharp as broken glass, scanned the dimly lit interior. Jack was no ordinary traveller. He was a legend—a renegade DJ who spun beats like spells, conjuring euphoria from the ether.

But tonight, he wasn’t here for the music. He was here for something else—an elusive frequency that pulsed through the veins of the city. The kind of rhythm that made hearts race and souls ache.

As the bus hurtled forward, Jack leaned back, ignoring the person sat  next to him. His fingers drummed an invisible beat on the cracked window. The other passengers stole glances, wondering who this enigmatic stranger was. They sensed danger in his stillness, a storm brewing beneath his skin.

Part II: The Silent Symphony

The bus stopped at a desolate station, and a new passenger boarded. She was different—Lena, with eyes like shattered vinyl records and a secret melody hidden in her smile. She slid into the seat across from Jack, her headphones dangling around her neck.

“Going far?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

Jack smirked. “Far enough.”

Lena’s playlist spilled into the air—a haunting mix of forgotten tracks and lost dreams by an Artist time had forgotten called Robert Phoenix. Jack listened, his pulse syncing with the bassline. He wondered if she held the key to the elusive frequency—the one that could change everything.

As the bus wound through neon-lit streets, Jack and Lena exchanged stories without words. She spoke of broken nights and fractured love, while he revealed nothing. Yet, in the silence between their beats, they understood each other. They were both passengers on a journey to redemption, chasing echoes of forgotten melodies.

Part III: The Final Drop

The bus reached its terminus—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Jack stepped off, Lena following close behind. The air crackled with anticipation. The other passengers remained, lost in their headphones, oblivious to the unfolding drama.

Inside the warehouse, neon lights painted the walls, and the bass throbbed like a heartbeat. Jack took the stage, his turntables waiting. Lena stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes locked on him. The crowd swayed, lost in the rhythm, but Jack had a different mission tonight.

He spun the records—the ones that held memories, secrets, and the elusive frequency. The beat intensified, and Lena stepped forward, her headphones now wrapped around her wrists like handcuffs.

“Find it,” she mouthed.

And Jack did. The final drop—the one that shattered reality and birthed a new universe. The crowd erupted, but Jack’s eyes never left Lena’s. Together, they rode the sonic wave, transcending time and space.

As the music faded, Lena leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Passenger 97,” she whispered. “We’ve arrived.”

And in that moment, Jack knew—he wasn’t just a DJ. He was a conductor, weaving souls together, creating magic from vinyl and starlight.

The legend of Passenger 97 echoed through the city, a beat that would haunt the night forever.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Passenger 97.” The real magic lies in the music.

Passenger 97

A perfect blend of the. classics we know with the Tech house fusion

2024 Kickoff

Sample from a larger set. Melodic house with added keyboard improvisation.

Music Is Freedom

SMBNoImage - WatchuGonDo

Messed up love all I know bury them while they are alive and walk away

Cry for us

Hi.  Just a little about myself.  I enjoy all gene of music, and all eras.  My parents (especially my father) introduced me to music at an early were I brought my first guitar from Sears, and ever since then I have been playing.  It has only been recently that I have taken my singing to a more serious note (no pun intended) and at the age of 58, because of vocal exercises, and other mental health reasons, have focus more effort in this area.   Now over 60,  I have accepted that I will never be the greatest singer in the world, but it gives me something back and that's invaluable.  I hope you enjoy some of the tracks I have posted and will continue to come back for future posts.  If you want, please send in your requests. You never know, I might just select it as my next song to record...

Take care.

Adam Langg