I had the honor of remixing the legendary RJD2. He just dropped his new album 'More Is Than Isn't' .. pick up a copy by clicking the Buy link on this player! 

Big thanks to RJ for letting me check something off my bucket list. 

Buy the Album!

RJD2 - Her Majesty's Socialist Request (Figure Remix)

Living The Dream

Here's an old original I wrote a year and half ago about idk...:) Life, growing up...hope ya like it! 

Lyrics:
Hum it like the dream, of a waiting symphony 
Hidden in the tease, of a young child waiting to breathe 

So you wait to be adored, first ever child born 
To this sorry world, the eyes of young boys and girls 

And I can feel the weight, crashing down upon this stage 
Where we want to grow, but getting old, has nothing to do with age 

So we'd steal into the woods, to see if we could 
Learn to run and hide, shelter our quiet minds 

And I can feel the weight, crashing down upon this stage 
Where we want to grow, but getting old, has nothing to do with age 

Oh i want to be the master of the height, oh I want to be the master of the flight 
When life is moving is at a pace all to ordinary, do be wary 

Solo

Copyright@ Kwang 2013

Hum- An Old Original Song

Parov stelar _ Psychedelic Jazz

For our final record of the year, we turn to Glasgow's man of the year - Denis Sulta.

Like a good chunk of the Numbers family, he has earnt his stripes working at the coalface of techno aka Rubadub. He has crafted two excellent twelves for our bare-chested cousins at Dixon Avenue Basement Jams and is beginning to carve himself out a reputation as a DJ of some repute, expertly blending in the bangers with Sulta-certified weirdness. Denis is part of a new wave of Glaswegian artists who are doing amazing things and whose music is continuously exciting us.

‘It’s Only Real’ created by Sulta during a burst of inspiration one Sunday, takes us back to a time when techno was intricately melodic but still kicked hard in the club. Made with only the purest of intentions and a dedication to the art of moving heads and feet.

It's Only Real is released on vinyl and digitally on 1st Dec / 4th Dec

Buy Vinyl and Digital from
Bandcamp: https://nmbrs.bandcamp.com/album/its-only-real-2
Bleep: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-bleep
Boomkat: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-boomkat
Clone: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-clone
iTunes: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-itunes
Phonica: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-phonica
Redeye: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-redeye
Rubadub: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-rubadub
Rushhour: http://nmb.rs/denis-sulta-rushhour

It's Only Real

Denis Sulta - It's Only Real

Just a tribute to our favorite water bender

Vocals/Piano: Lenny Weissman
Drums/TAMBO: Samuel Wardlaw
Guitar: Michael Scalabrino
Bass: Kevin Baudrexl

Production: Matt Baker
Engineering: Logan Haynes

KATARA

Let's Do Lunch

LuxDeluxe - Start of Something

Music & Lyrics Written and Performed by Alexander Arntzen
Rap Written & Performed by Paul Stanko
Mixed & Produced by Jordan King
Mastered by Zach Weeks
Cover Art by Conor FitzGerald

Apollo Mason - What I Want (feat. Paul Stanko)

Eleanor Levine — composer, guitar, vocals
Nate Watson — guitar, bass, backing vocals
Drew Sencabaugh — drums
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNPMt3yk0m8

~Lyrics~
Been bummin’ around for some time and I know it’s contrived
It’s even the way I get to sleep, I wake up at five
I told you I bought some rings in Camden, still cloudy but clean
And I lost one, and the other turned my finger some bleak shade of green

Would you mail me something lighter than this fog?
Would you call on Sunday? I know of your backlog
‘Cause I might’ve misplaced my body, mistakes
I wish I’d made

Been ‘membering that morning, you know I gotta confess
We walked down to the river market, I left my Chinese dress
I know you won’t go back but photograph the aimless “look left” signs
And the tube delays in the evenings, while you melt through the gap send some headlines

Would you fly me over some black sweets from home?
Though you made me return your purple crewneck loan
‘Cause I might’ve misplaced my body, mistakes
I wish I’d made.

We had a night with 30,000, can you remember when?
I left the lights and missed the old boys sing, I’ll never go again
Now I’m wired from the plane ride so wash me out in all that city smoke
Do me one favor, remind me of the street name from whence we last spoke

Would you mail me something? Show me written out
Can I call you someday? You know what it’s about
Would you ship me over some grey skies to glow?
Would you watch the winter falling as I go?

‘Cause I might’ve misplaced my body, mistakes
I wish I’d made—
Mistakes I wish I’d made://
Mistakes I’m wishing and I miss.

Mail Me Something — SCHLEVELS

I seek those who listen 
Those strange apparitions 
That live in my drawers
And the cracks in my floors

Am I going, going crazy?
For an almost, almost baby

I seek those that hate
I thrive under their weight 
They live in my brain 
They keep me sane 

And I, I stare at the wall
I wait, wait, I wait for it all
I wait for the day when it reaches for me
I wait and see, I wait and see
But nothing ever happens to me 
Happens to me

As

Eleanor

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