Great retro synth sound and a super production! Good job!

MOFLOW - DOOPE is a Jingleproduction for media from earlier times. (MOFLOW - Productionmusic) 

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MOFLOW - LOFI

DOOPE

DARK WAVE

Goodbyes

Ghost In The Machine

Tempo: 122 bpm [/]
Timing: 4/4 [/]
Drums: Yamaha RX5 [/]
Key: D# [/]
Mode: phrygian [/]
Notes in scale: [D#, E, F#, G#, A#, B, C#, D#]

chord progression: [i, III, vii, II] [/]
 i , D#m , notes:  [D#, F#, A#]
 III , F#M , notes:  [F#, A#, C#]
 vii , C#m , notes:  [C#, E, G#]
 II , EM , notes:  [E, G#, B]

Modifiers: 
Rhythm: Include a clap in a fill [/]

No Master, Only Path

Jennifer's Song

Rebound

Hi people

I have to say something about this song.

As always, I mix my songs while I'm still producing them. This is an elementary part of the creative process for me. Once everything is arranged, I start on the final mix, which then leads to a reasonably good mastering at best.

This was also the case with “D”. But this time, unfortunately, things went a little differently. I was in the final mix and every time I loaded the song back into my DAW, I noticed something different: the hi-hats are too loud, the kick has too much bass, the bass pad is booming too much, the bells are fighting with the pluck sounds for their place in the frequency band, the pads are too quiet, the pads are too loud etc..

So I kept going back to the production level, changing sounds there, adding new ones, making things a little quieter here, a little louder there and then ending up back in mixing. Only to realize that something was bothering me again. I listened to the song on my phone, in my car, on my stereo in the living room, on headphones and so on. And each time I found a different problem.

After about 30 versions of this song and two weeks of mixing, I decided to release it today, because honestly, I was starting to hate the song - and I didn't want to.

I think the song is quite listenable as it is now. I hope you like it too.

Thank you very much for your patience!

Marco


https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

There are encounters that remain deeply etched in our memories because they leave behind a power that connects us to the universe and brings us into harmony with it. “Jasha” is the musical result of this power.

Jasha

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HELP I took a time machine back to the 80s and now I'm stuck there

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