A fresh spin on classic swing, Swing, Wink, Repeat is a flirtatious jazz collection where charm meets groove. From accidental crushes at midnight grocery aisles to the bounce of a morning jog and the barista who stirs more than just espresso, these songs bring everyday moments to life — with wit, sass, and syncopation.

Told through sharp lyrics, snappy rhythms, and toe-tapping brass, each track captures a vignette of unexpected romance, teasing encounters, and the unspoken magic in chance meetings. Whether it’s “The Wink That Broke the Deal” or “Sugar in My Coffee, Spice in My Day,” this album celebrates the playful push-and-pull of modern love — all set to the swing of a well-dressed beat.



Don’t Even Start (But Keep Going)

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I AM THE BOSS⁉️‼️🔥

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Don’t Even Start (But Keep Going)

Dikheel Aldikheel