LIKE A DANCING GLOW IN THE FOG

Spring 2024

Sugarcane

Fave vocals (Vol 1)

Weekly Wave

Shock the Algorithm

Electro Tecnho Etnia  ambient

Once in a Million Years
May 22, 2021  All Rights Reserved

Once in a million years
Stars align just to make it so 
Laying aside the fears
A feeling that we can’t let go

All through the day
It’s just like dreaming
Time slips and slides away
While we are scheming

Once In a million years
Fates are tellin you hold the phone
Pushing away the tears 
Believing that there’s no one home

Drift through the days
We’re only dreaming
Time slips and slides away
As we are scheming

Once in a million years
It’s crystal clear the time is now 
Leaving it in the rear view mirror
A time that never knew just how

All through the day
It’s just like dreaming
Time slips and slides away
While we are scheming...

Once in a Million Years

After the Hole - Lyrics

All I seen is what I thought I would have seen
At the end all I found were other ends

Suddenly I know, you live to know after the hole

On the screech of the city brakes I heard your name
Feel as though we're living in a recurrent dream

Suddenly I know, you live to know after the hole

And the life is after the hole

And the life is after the hole

Strange Part of the Country

After the Hole

Bandcamp

I wrote this song the first time I was living in Australia. I'm singing lead and an accompanied by my bandmates from my bluegrass band Cornbread. 

video here : https://youtu.be/c6CZq2fupJQ

Waiting for dawn

She's waiting for dawn when the dewdrops will sit, on every blade of grass and the sky will be lit.... 
with just enough light, to see but not be seen, as she disappears softly just like a wakened dream.

She clutches her bag, her hands start to shake, as the panic grows her will starts to break.
A few more minutes more, another cup of tea and she'll leave this sad life and finally be free.

My blood on your hands.
too many times, too many times, you have broken me down.
Tears on my face, as you creep nearer, your breath loaded as I make no sound.

She stands at the door breathing in the fresh air, She knows deep down its the last chance if she dares. 
No more telling lies, no more scared for her life, no more breaks and bruises. 
No more being his wife.

My blood on your hands
too many times, too many times, you have broken me down.
Tears on my face, as I run faster, my heart thumping as I leave this place.

( original song I wrote based on a woman trying to escape her abusive husband. I started writing this with this visual in my mind but also used my own experiences of a past abusive relationship and the feeling of being frozen/trapped based on abuse I experienced as a child)

Waiting for dawn...mp3

A colaboration with the composer Oghamyst and the songwriter Mary Kils.

Music Is What Feelings Sound Like

Que fais-tu baby?

"I was thinking about Summer anthems and how they always seem to be about going out and having a good time with friends. What about the people who want to stay in over Summer - the introverts? Where is their anthem? Inspired by those great Rock tunes over the years; "Let's Get Rocked", "She Hates Me", “Teenage Dirtbag” and "Beverly Hills" I set out to write an old school guitar Rock anthem that is really fun and quirky. This song is inspired by my favourite record producer Mutt Lange and Def Leppard’s “Hysteria” album. PLAY LOUD. 

An anthem for those stay at home Rockers - "Introverts Summer"

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0

Introverts Summer
I'm having an introverts Summer

I'm listening to my music
I've been watching TV
I'm binging all the movies that I've already seen
I see you in the sunlight drinking your beers
I'm staying on the second floor
The view is better up here

I'm having an introverts Summer
I'm having an introverts Summer

I wanna stay home and play guitar
I'm gonna plug in and play "Hysteria"
I need some time alone to stop and think
Tell them all that I'm out when the phone rings

I'm having an introverts Summer
I'm having an introverts Summer

Introverts Summer
Introverts Summer

I'm having an introverts Summer 
(I'm not going out)
I'm having an introverts Summer
(I'm staying in)

I'm having an introverts Summer
I'm having an introverts Summer

© Heart House Records 2023

Written, recorded, performed, produced and mixed by Heart House Records
Mastered by DOLBY

Inspired by:
#DefLeppard #BryanAdams #Nickelback #Weezer #PuddleOfMudd

Introverts Summer 2024

Black Madonna (Instrumental)

ocho  canciones
 
cd digital

"ambient dance"
 
rockcd

 plataformas con ditto

afroflamenco 

cinematica gamers  (ya presentada) 

ecos
 
color blue 

tetrix2 

dance space
 
bonus mi protetizacions 

bonus waterproof II

inspirada en grovve ambient 
y 
dance tecno

Ambien-Dance

1.Ritmoafroflamenco

beat

LA EXPERIENCIA DE ESCUCHAR MUSICA DESDE NIÑO ADOLESCENTE JOVEN VAS PASANDO POR UN PROCESO MUSICAL INCREIBLE HASTA LA MADUREZ Y ABUELOS CONSIDERAS LA MUSICA MAS TRANQUILA Y COMO NO TAMBIEN EL BAILE

Synthetizer-La Experiencia

1.Ritmology

kick-ass video: https://youtu.be/hRepH3egrsg?si=rd0mZMYcZBiXb3kp

get ready to groove with this shizz. I can only credit the overlord for this dirty mutherfucker. I laid my mits upon the magical keybord and out spewed mashed potatoes. this raw instrumental enigma, part of the 'songwriting behind the wheel' series, brings a unique vibe that's all its own. imagine cruising down memory lane with a rhythm that feels both fresh and frightening, moss in your hair, with a marching band in your trunk, as you wind your way through the swamp to the big easy.  'mashed potatoes' takes you on a musical journey, blending soulful keys with a perhaps 7 rhythms that echo through every dark corner, moist alley, or vibrant street no words, just the pure, soul-stripping power of music. dive into the heart of jay-did's creative dysfunction – where every note tells a story. #mashedpotatoes #jaydidgroove

mashed potatoes - raw hammond instrumental

While I was thinking about what kind of song I should create, 
 I ended up finishing it. I can't clearly name the theme or the impression I had when listening to this song. However, for some reason I think acoustic jazz drums look good on it, so I published it.
 It seems like the fun part of the music has increased a little. 
 I would be happy if you could listen to it.

Only “passion” takes the lead (286)

Boss Fight

竹久夢二(Yumeji Takehisa) : September 16, 1884 - September 1, 1934
A painter representing the Taisho Romantic era, whose paintings of beautiful women were all the rage.
He was a representative painter of the Taisho Romantic era, and was sometimes called the ``Taisho Ukiyo-e artist.''

夢二（Yumeji）

Taken from the upcoming debut full length album (planned to be released March 1st - "Rock and Roll Kills").
(p) & (c), 2024.
Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80YWaTAt8Gc
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lyrics:
We've been through a lot, a lot of shit
now it's time to fight, fight against
against this depression and evil vibe
this is the time we will take over our lives

We've been submersed deep deep down
we've lost our faith into this evil town
we have to get back, get back to our own feet
we had enough, enough with this shit!

and now we have our head up high
we know what it's true and never dies
and now we step up with god's command
we won't take it anymore, not get stuck into the sand

It won't take forever just to reach our dream
it won't take forever to delete the bad scene
it won't take forever to hold your hand
it won't take forever to the promised land

it won't take forever to live again
it won't take forever to face the sun
it won't take forever, it won't take forever!

Rock and Roll Kills

It Won't Take Forever

After a long time, finally a collab work with Cecilia again. Always a pleasure. Let's dance...

Please check also the Music Video: https://youtu.be/bCq-P5WCVLU

Open collab by @specialececilia 

Original Version:  https://soundcloud.com/user-883466627/trance-n-dance-vocals-special-cecilia

Lyrics & Vocals: Special Cecilia  
Music & Arrangement: OMCB

Cover Picture: pixabay.com


Lyrics:

Voilà Voilà, Vois là Vois là...... C'est le temps de la Fiesta
Voilà Voilà, Vois là Voislà..... C'est le temps de la Fiesta
Here, here, See there, see there ...It's Fiesta Time

Allez viens, Come on , reste pas planté là
Les soucis ont oublie ça, Laisse la musique guider tes pas
Let's come, Come on, don't stay planting there 
Forget about worries, let' s Music guid your steps

Papillons dans le ventre, Fourmis dans les jambes
Butterflies in your belly, Ants in the Legs

Tous en Cadence ,On se balance, Comme dans une Transe 
Dans une Transe , dans une Transe 
All in the Riddm , We are Rocking Like in a Transe
Dance a Trance, Dance a Trance

Dance Dance Dance like in a Trance
Dance Dance Dance l

Tous en Cadence ,On se balance, Comme dans une Transe. Dans une Transe
All in the Riddm , We are Rocking Like in a Transe
Dance a Trance, Dance a Trance

Dance Dance Dance in a Trance, in a Trance

Comme dans une Transe. Dans une Transe
Dance a Trance, Dance a Trance

C'est la Fiesta , C'est la Fiesta Allez viens, Come on, 
It's Fiesta, it's Fiesta Let's come come on

Papillons dans le ventre, Fourmis dans les jambes
Butterflies in your belly, Ants in the Legs

Tous en Cadence ,On se balance, Comme dans une Transe, dans une Transe

Dance Dance Dance like in a Trance
Dance Dance Dance in a Trance, in a Trance,

Tous en Cadence ,On se balance, Comme dans une Transe. Dans une Transe

Dance Dance Dance like in a Trance
Dance Dance Dance in a Trance, in a Trance

Music Video

Dance like in a Trance - Special Cecilia & OMCB [Music Video]

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

It was like that , there is nothing else to say every thought is free to be told 😁🎸🎶.
Originally released and written in 2010 here's the original link :
https://www.jamendo.com/track/695805/it-was-like-that

A Due Act

It Was Like That

Run, hide...death comes singing wrapped in the fog....

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2024
Photo: Markus Spiske

Run, Hide... Death Comes Singing Wrapped In The Fog....

A day that wears a distant glow
something stirs the air and goes
and takes me from the humdrum ground
and leads me to the steps i've found

and while i'm waiting in the wings
i'm missing much of everything
and loosing touch with what i knew
i'm hanging on an old refrain
these ghostly winds that bear the shame
won't let me through

A torchlight to a distant glow
in a time and place that flowed
parading on an empty sound
all around

and to this fate in hope i cling
i'm missing much of everything
and loosing touch with what i knew
i'm hanging on this old terrain
the ghostly windows bear the shame
the morning dew

A distant glow

Burnout

Get the free original long version, part1 & part2, avant-première 😲 freeload 🤪🤩😄✌️ @ ;
https://hearthis.at/trancylvanian-records/thepsychosymphony-part12-originallongversion-24524/

2024

PsychoSymphony part2

Psycho Symphony-part2-2024

Galileo's telescopic observation of the moons of Jupiter orbiting the planet  was a black swan moment for the Church's earth centred view of the universe. As ever those whose long held beliefs were challenged by the facts did not react well. Plus ca change.

But Still it Moves (John Stone)

Galileo Galileii stood before the court 
Accused of breaking sacred law
In what he said and what he thought  
They told him God had made us the centre of all things
The earth stood still, The universe
revolves around in perfect spheres and rings.

But he had seen the moons of Jupiter
Sailing through the void
And knew at once religious law
Had forever been destroyed
The power of observation
Proved the earth went round the sun
And we were not the centre of all things
as we were told we had become.

The Bishops and the Cardinals
Were outraged by the thought
That places held by God and man
Were not what they had always taught,
They forced a recantation of his controversial views
But as they dragged him from the court
He cried,“But still it moves”

Still it moves, Still it moves
But still the earth goes round the sun
Whatever you can make me say
A truth once known can’t be undone
So forget your old religions
And new ideologies
Truth is truth and only truth will I let speak to me
And still it moves… 

We’d like to think we’ve come some way 
Since those unenlightened days
But look around and count the things 
you know but are afraid to say 
In pain of media pile-ons 
And News that’s always fake 
And Those who are inclined to say 
That hate is truth and truth is hate 

It may not seem important  
But it still seems plain to me 
If you’re not allowed to speak the truth 
Then you’re no longer free 
So when they try to shout you down 
With the crazy things they say 
Remember Galileo
When he once dared to say
Still it moves…

But Still It Moves

"Le vent des dunes" est une aventure qui a débuté en solo dès 1998, par les balbutiements de ce que deviendra en 2024 cette œuvre magnifiquement réarrangé et mixé par Erik BECART, Masterisé par Aurélien GARRASSUS, avec à la guitare solo sans compromis, Jean-Marc ANTONI. Cette aventure musicale a pour point d'orgue une réelle amitié entre musiciens. 

CHANT : David de BOISVILLIERS
PAROLES & MUSIQUE : David de BOISVILLIERS
CLAVIERS :  David de BOISVILLIERS.
Pré-mix au Studio : https://www.facebook.com/deBoisvilliersDavid

GUITARES SOLO : 
Jean-Marc ANTONI :
-> @jean-marc-antoni
-> https://www.facebook.com/fender2a
Au Studio :
-> https://www.facebook.com/jmahomemuzic

ARRANGEMENTS : 
David de BOISVILLIERS & Erik BECART

MIXAGE : 
Erik BECART 
-> @user-744472914
-> https://www.facebook.com/erik.becart.5
Au Studio :
-> https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100089284531831

MASTERING : 
Aurélien GARRASSUS : 
-> https://www.facebook.com/prorepetitionlyon.aureliengarrassus
Au Studio :
-> https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100057171413597

Conception Pochette : Lily de BOISVILLIERS.

Le vent des dunes

Cast of characters:
Well-- @user-370942421-686440500 – Hakan – synth, beat, and seed idea
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur– guitar
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– guitar, mix, and production 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –five-string fretless bass guitar, synth

This song began with Artur inviting Josh onto a project that he and Hakan had just started that consisted of the beat and a synth line—the one that opens the song—supplied by Hakan. Josh added his five string fretless bass to it first, coming up with an idea of how it could sound. Then, Josh asked Tez to get in on it, too, because Tez not only has an affinity for the genre, but an aptitude for it, as well. After Tez laid down his hot guitar, Josh went back and played his idea, but accounted for Tez's jamming, too, this time. After the basic tracks were done, Artur brought his vibrato/delay guitar magic to the jam, too. Then, Josh added the various synth voices that you hear throughout. ​
  Every great song needs a great producer, and Tez was the man for this job. He brought it all together and used our various parts like a conductor uses different parts of a symphony. This is the fist song that Tez and Josh have done with Hakan. Artur and he are musical partners, so if you dig this song, you would probably like what's on their pages, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Ghost Train   ( with Entheogenic Psychonaught, Llanpsych and Surfers Like Us )

Can be heard on the first album "Neustart". Enjoy it!

Neustart

Unterwegs

Woke Up Dead

This was unavoidable for me.  Politics aside, I think we can all agree that the mounting innocent victims of global conflict are a tragedy beyond measure.  These casualties should not be ignored as we sit in the comforts of our cushy little lives.


All rights reserved 6/6/2024

So far away 
It rumbles Iike a thundercloud
Eyes to the sky
Illuminated all around

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

The smoke in your eyes
Does not mask the tragedy…
don’t mind the flies
Images in front of me…

Temperatures rising
In the towns 
And over the fields
So many dying
And for what
I do not believe….

Moonlight and shadows
Paint the town
In shades so disarming..
the look in their eyes…
never to see the next morning 

Calling your name
In the pile of rubble under me…
I don’t here a sound
The silence is so deafening…

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

Missiles are raining
From the sky
It’s never ending…
mothers are wailing
like a choir
the tears they are sending

Six thousand miles 
Isn’t really far away…

Awaiting A World

This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

poor bastard it’s on your face
the permanent frown
we’ll give it the coup de grâce
the jolly smack down

in the morning… slip away
on the move… going

cracked windshield don’t block the way
to getting around
start picking the weed bouquet
we’re heading for town

in the morning… steal away
on the move… going

cat mother she wrings her hands
just leave us alone
she never did understand
a house ain’t a home

in the morning… slip away
on the move… going
california… get away
gonna move… going

last round up around this place
you dig up the bones
raise canvas for anyplace
the skull and crossbones
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Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for early listening and massively good suggestions.

Image by Spencer Davis via Unsplash.

California Leaving

[XX Roses collab] again, but in a dance mood ;-) !

www.tiktok.com/@maux.damour

In French We Dance

GROOVE RETRO

GROOVE RETRO By REGIS MINA 2025.MP3

Recalling some tequila, love words and more with them in that Ibiza bar, I wondered: “What if Pink Floyd met the spirit of Camarón de la Isla… in my bedroom?” I used lots of guitars, basses, etc. on a 12/8 beat, to enclose 3/4, 6/4 & 8/8 rhythms along.
> Pic: ruined well at hometown countryside

Letra / Translated Lyrics: EL POZO DE TU AMOR  /  THE WELL OF YOUR LOVE

Fui a abrir el grifo, estaba sediento,  /  I turned on the tap, I was thirsty,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Fui a abrir el grifo, necesitaba hacerlo,  /  I turned on the tap, I needed to do it,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el grifo de tu amor.  /  I needed the trap of your love.

Fui a bajar al pozo, me estaba muriendo,  /  I was going into the well, I was dying,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Fui a bajar al pozo, y me caí dentro,  /  I was going into the well, and fell inside,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

Por bajar al pozo, yo me caí dentro  /  Because of going into the well, I fell inside
y no quiero que nadie llore por mis lamentos  /  and I don’t want anybody to cry for my laments

Caí… por ti.  /  I fell … for you.
Caí… caí… caí por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell for you.
Caí… a tu pozo, caí por ti.  /  I fell … into your well, fell for you.
Caí… caí… caí… caí a tu pozo por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell … fell into your well for you.
Caí.  /  I fell.

Me he caído al pozo, y ahora que estoy dentro  /  I have fallen into the well, and now I’m inside
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Vine a beber al pozo, pero el pozo está seco,  /  I came to drink at the well, but the well is dry,
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

ER30HC9 ©1995 ®2015

Grab it !!

El pozo de tu amor (Caí por ti)

Marcy Playground

Saint Joe On The School Bus

Written, Arranged and Performed by Vera Sola
Recorded by David Beeman at Native Sound Recording, Cherokee Street, St. Louis, MO.
Additional Recording at Native Sound by Will Godfred.
Additional Recording by Kenny Siegal at Old Soul Studios in Catskill, NY.
Mixed by Ben Majchrzak, David Beeman, & Vera Sola at Native Sound Recording, Cherokee Street, St. Louis, MO.
Mastered by Heba Kadry, Timeless Mastering Brooklyn NY

Yosser Hughes

Dylan White