Summer 2024

JUST WANT FLAT LINE LEISURE AT MIDNIGHT

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[WAITING FOR APPROVAL BY THE CENTRAL COMMITTEE]

Superdance tracks series no. 638

created: 2024/06/05

These tracks were uploaded to SC in 05/2024 and 06/2024.
except for the following, older ones:

...

The Central Committee sends its love.

[TO BE COMPLETED]

hk_Superdance_tracks_638

Daily Drops

Collaborations

We Ain't Here For Your Dirty Love: 34 Clean tracks from the SoundCloud community

Once I wrote a description here !!!

Ok let's say I started adding layers to the great music https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 sent to me.

Letra (translated lyrics below)

Se arrastró bajo los muros,
llorando.
Se filtró por las ranuras,
buscándome.
Y miró entre las fisuras,
deseando:
mucho claro, nada oscuro,
llamándome…
 
Mas el centinela mágico
de quijadas relucientes,
descarnado por los dientes
de mil y un gusanos cárnicos,
por la acción más degenérica
de venenos de odio y muerte,
este ser, cerebro inerte,
la detuvo, niña histérica…
 
Pero huyó,
vio sentada su promesa de llamarme.
Y escapó,
Vio prendido su deseo de amarme.
Sensación
de saber que era la presa, fuego y carne,
y en la intensa luz de vida vino a hallarme;
y me encontró.
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She crawled under the walls,
crying.
She filtered through the grooves,
searching for me.
And she looked inside the fissures,
wishing:
much clarity, no darkness,
calling me…

But the magic sentry
of shining jawbones,
eaten to the bone by the teeth
of thousand and one meat worms,
For the most degenerated action
of poisons of hatred and death,
this being, inert brain,
detained her, hysterical girl …

But she fled,
found assured her promise of calling me.
And she escaped,
found on fire her willing to love me.
Sensation
of knowing that she was the prey, fire and flesh,
and in the intense light of life she came to find me;
and she did.

Ella huyó - She fled (with ProgRockDan1)

El Sueño De La Razón

Digital Child

Instrumental: zzspicezz https://on.soundcloud.com/jMvvXMT5cA4zYKXx6
Lyrics and vocals: DelhyA


J’ai pas voulu entendre depuis le fond de moi
J’ai pas voulu comprendre ce p’tit “je ne sais quoi”
J’ai pas voulu attendre qu’il gagne au fond de moi 
J’ai pas voulu l’ entendre, j’ai pas voulu l’recevoir.

Bébé du fond de moi, j’ai pas voulu l’recevoir 
J’ai pas voulu entendre, j’ai pas voulu l’ recevoir 
Tu sais qu’au fond de moi, j’ai pas voulu l’recevoir
J’ai pas voulu comprendre, j’ai pas voulu recevoir 

J’ai pas voulu d un présent que j’n’méritais pas
Même si t’étais un ange tombé des cieux pour moi
D une autre histoire qui tomberait à l’eau. De là
J’ai pas voulu entendre, j’ai pas voulu recevoir

J’ai pas voulu entendre, j ai pas voulu recevoir 

J’ai pas voulu l’entendre depuis le fond de moi
J’ai pas voulu comprendre ce p’tit “je ne sais quoi”
J’ai pas voulu l’attendre 
J’ai pas voulu entendre, j’ai pas voulu recevoir.

J’ai pas voulu entendre, j’ai pas voulu recevoir 

J’ai pas voulu mais mes deux bras s’ouvraient déjà 
Mon coeur battait si fort, mes yeux ne voyaient pas 
Que si l’esprit résiste, je m’envolais déjà 
J’ai pas voulu entendre, j’ ai pas voulu recevoir 

Je n’ai jamais voulu voir
Que parmi mes fêlures, 
Ta lumière passait déjà…..


                                  I didn’t want 

I didn't want to hear from deep inside me 
I didn’t want to understand this little “I don’t know what” 
I didn't want to wait for him to win inside me 
I didn't want to hear it, I didn't want to receive it

Baby deep inside me, I didn't want to receive it 
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive it
You know that deep down, I didn't want to receive it 
I didn't want to understand, I didn't want to receive 

I didn't want a present that I didn't deserve 
Even if you were an angel fallen from heaven for me 
Another story that would fall apart. From this 
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive 
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive 

I didn't want to hear it from deep inside me 
I didn’t want to understand this little “I don’t know what” 
I didn't want to wait for it
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive 

I didn't want to but my two arms were already opening 
my heart was beating so hard, my eyes couldn't see 
That if the spirit resists, I was already flying away 
I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to receive 

I never wanted to see 
That among my cracks, 
your light was already shining…..

J'ai Pas Voulu (with zzspicezz🇸🇪)

Collaboration

Check out Ramixjoe's music
https://soundcloud.com/josef-schweinzer/tracks

Recollecting

Recollecting -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

Lonely Road.lead vocal.Frank Scimia

PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums

Production notes:
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Very early on we wanted to use autoharps on this song to create a sort of swirling backdrop, reminiscent of the harps in Indian/Bollywood soundtrack songs of the seventies.

Right away there were challenges because the song is in B flat and is not wholly diatonic to begin with, utilizing a chord built on the augmented lydian scale in the choruses. So rather than transpose the song to a more amenable key (since the chromatic bits weren't going to work no matter what key we used) we instead re-tuned the autoharp. Moving through the strings one by one we tuned them either up or down a half step where applicable to bring them into key. Where the augmented chord hit in the choruses, we excluded those notes so that the autoharp was filling the diatonic parts of the chords and omitting the accidentals. It took us several tries to get it right. In the end we arrived at a chord progression that could be strummed on the autoharp and the modified chords could be played with existing dampers.

We also tuned the lyre so that the top half of the strings included the chromatic augmented notes while the lower register of the lyre was tuned using the diatonic, so the lyre could play the melody all the way through both parts of the song.

The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
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First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.

Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.

Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.

Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.

They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess. 

Lyrics:
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A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us

Only to know what the professor knows

Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us

Only to know what the professor knows

In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth

Only to know what the professor knows

In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Professor

Collaboration

Check out Ramixjoe ♈︎ music
https://soundcloud.com/josef-schweinzer

Move Yourself

Move Yourself -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

My remix of "We Ain't Here For Long" by Nathan Dawe @nathandawe

Caedmon Rigby
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Nathan Dawe - We Ain't Here For Long (Caedmon Rigby Remix)

Peace Joy And Pancakes

禅 ZEN Ⅲ

FlatLiner

FlatLiner -with AnandaTuk

J..Five.AW

Dear friends, this song is a tribute to all people who volunteer to make sure that even poor children have a meaningful and fun free time. 
It is our Swedish National Day today - we are a peace-loving folk and hope that every war will take an end!

Volunteer Leisure Leaders

There are some people who try to take care
of kids - that are poor - they come from everywhere
their parents have not any money to spend
for the benefit of their kids
The ingenuity - has no limit
their reward is the love from all the kids

The leaders can bring all the kids out of town
where they never have been - for to see what there are
they look at flowers and all lovely trees
and maybe animals they can find
as squirrels or lovely birds who are singing
for the children from the dark side of the town

And sometimes they are travelling to the islands in the sea
an exciting trip  -  they got salt in their hair 
and winds are blowing and waves can be high
and sometimes they got scared
They are amazed by all the wonders that there are 
They will remember these days until they die

Volunteer Leisure Leaders

Seaside Hostel

I'm by the seaside
Where earth meets water
Sunshine glows brightly
Against the blue plaster

Of the aged walls of 
The Seaside Hostel
It's full of character,
And lively as well
Holiday-makers stop to stay a spell
In cozy rooms of
The Seaside Hostel
x2

When we're here together
On this tiny isle
I feel that it's special
Staring yond the horizon

I hear cries of the gulls,
And late around midnight,
Pacifically lull
So serene in the moonlight,

I'm by the seaside
Where earth meets water
Sunshine glows brightly
Against the blue plaster

Fireworks late at night
Make the night sky alight

Bursting into the aether
It brings forth a smile

I hear cries of the gulls,
And late around midnight,
Pacifically lull
So serene in the moonlight,

Clouds move with the breeze
The peacefulness of this place
Puts my mind at ease

I built such a seaside hostel
in my mind,
To return to whenever
And worries subside

Seaside Hostel 〜Tot.edit    |    MashaSolo,Jan

Wood

Grave : music, acoustic guitar, vocals & lyrics

15 Min City W/ Grave

This is how the sun feels when it first hits your face on a frosty morning... when the wait is finally over... just when you thought that the darkness was eternal, and you succumbed to the acceptance of being a creature of the night...

Available for download here 💿
https://scratchkelly.bandcamp.com/track/eve-of-euphoria

To What Extent

Eve Of Euphoria

Download

Vidéo YouTube :   https://youtu.be/Xq99Dfdztyw

La Fableuse 

Texte : Say M
Chant : Karine
Musique : Alain Illos

Qui es-tu ?
Toi que je ne connais pas 
Qui refuse les maux de tête 
Qui s'amuse des mots de soi 

Je suis la Fableuse
J'aurais pu dire la Fabuleuse 
Mais je ne bois pas

J'ai donc ignoré le «u»
Qui ira où il voudra
Je n'ordonne pas les lettres 
Mais je ne les laisse pas 
S'installer comme on sème 
Les mots ne repoussent pas 
Déjà qu'ils changent à peine 
Oui mais, voilà... 

Regardez, au moins ceux qui s'aiment 
Les mots, ils ne les cherchent pas
Ils fabulent parfois, peut-être
Mais de chaque instant, ils croient 
On les croisera le nez en l'air 
Respirant celui des sous-bois 
Ils rentreront saouls à tue-tête 
D'un amour qui, in fine, finira

Qui es-tu ?
Toi que je ne connais pas 
Qui refuse les maux de tête 
Qui s'amuse des mots de soi 

Je suis la Fableuse
J'aurais pu dire la Fabuleuse 
Mais je ne bois pas 

Car le «u» parfois s'entête 
dans rupture, se place deux fois 
Je n'ordonne pas les lettres 
Mais je ne les laisse pas 
S'installer comme on sème 
Les mots ne repoussent pas 
J'écris des maux
Des morceaux d'êtres 
J'écris des mots 
Qui parlent d'émois
 La Fableuse, c'est moi

La Fableuse avec Karine

Mediterranean Connection (For three guitars)

If I can stop one heart
from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one in pain

Or help one fainting Robin 
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

— EMILY DICKINSON 
“Further Poems of Emily Dickinson" published by Little, Brown and Company of Boston, 1929.

65 bpm
DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Pro MPK 
E-instruments:
Studio Grand
Steinway Grand Piano 
Boesendorfer Grand Piano
SoCal Ballad Piano
Clarinet Solo+
Harp
Upright Ballad Bass
Rolling Chords Synth
Electronic Drum Kit - Platinum Dreams 
Latin Kit
Hip Hop Kit
Studio Brush Kit

Audio of bird chirps recorded live Jun. 15, 2024.

Photo of children splashing water via public domain, Wikimedia Commons 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happy_children_splashing_water.jpg

Happy Endings

Watch the video on Youtube:
https://youtu.be/fS2Lip2tG24

The Hero´s Journey

The song-part recorded in 1999, the instrumental added in 2017. 

English / Italian lyrics

like thoughts
containing heat
as if forming
thunderstorms of words
and then you stop to look for
something important to say
something special
unlikely treasures to safeguard

Do you see these images 
of fleeting clouds?
Do you see these evenings 
that spend lonely?
When for a moment you regain
your usual good mood
I climb into your hair
I rest on your multicoloured gaze  

like thoughts
containing heat
as if forming
thunderstorms of words
when for a moment I think back
to your multicoloured gaze
you will already be sleeping
hugged at my words 

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come pensieri
che contengono calore
come se formassero
temporali di parole
e poi ti fermi a cercare
qualcosa di importante da dire
qualcosa di speciale
tesori improbabili da custodire 

le vedi queste immagini
di nuvole passeggere
le vedi queste sere
che trascorrono da sole
quando per un attimo ritrovi
il tuo solito buonumore
mi arrampico fra i tuoi capelli
mi poso sul tuo sguardo multicolore  

come pensieri
che contengono calore
come se formassero
temporali di parole
quando per un attimo ripenso
al tuo sguardo multicolore
starai già dormendo
abbracciata alle mie parole

------

Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1999-2017).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, June 27.

Temporali di parole (Thunderstorms of words) *

THE LADY BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
(c) JunkHeap Jun 27 2024

Video available at:  https://youtu.be/Y2Pm7CLIXdg?si=PVwoVMy9ZIYJXAh6

This is a tune that I put together based on snippets of ghost stories I remembered from the past.  

Artistry by nelsondesigns:  https://fiverr.com/s/jjexr8w

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Some time not too long ago, dashboard panel aglow, 
lonely road, he’s thinking about life and the everyday,
hands on the wheel...

In a time a few centuries ago, 
she worked selling flowers to feed her children, 
and provide a warm home.
Those were good memories she's keepin'...  

She was walking across the street, 
an out-of-control horse carriage 
came around the bend.
They did meet;
didn’t have time to run out of the way.  

She said she’d be home in a little while, 
but she never arrived to kiss her child. 
Her crumpled body lying beside the road, 
people surrounded her but there was no hope. 

Her flowers spoiled in the dirt. 
The day went on without her. 

ch.
The lady by the side of the road, 
never did she make it home.

Each mile turned into the next, 
until he couldn’t believe what he saw
at the edge of his headlights.
A lady in a flowing white dress off of the tarmac. 

Dandelions pushing up on the hem of her dress.
Why she was there was anyone’s guess.  
He stopped and got out of the car, 
and opened the back door, 
while asking her if she needed a lift. 

She didn’t say a word but got in.
He closed the door, 
and asked the obvious questions as they drove, 
and she never answered. 
The air became oddly cold. 

As they came into town he asked,
Where do you want to go?
She didn't reply, and pointed out her window.
So he started to pull to the side, but
in the rear view mirror, she was gone. 

He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car. 
Seems she finally made it home.  
He felt a soft kiss on his cheek, 
and could see his exhale turn into cold breath.  

The lady by the side of the road.

The Lady By The Side Of The Road

Midnight Racing

Hello my dear friends! With great pleasure I’d like to present to you my first collaboration with Franck C Production (aka Franck Charles) — a wonderfully talented composer and musician. You can listen to Franck’s incredibly beautiful cinematic and orchestral music here: @franck-charles-676082884

«So Enjoy Every Moment» is our collaborative work based on my existing solo piano piece. I am deeply grateful to Franck for adding so much heavenly beauty, magnificence and brilliance to my original composition! It has been a great honour and joy to collaborate with Franck.

Thank you so much for listening to this music, and we genuinely hope that you will enjoy it! 

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: Franck Charles

So Enjoy Every Moment (Ft. Franck Charles)

TONIGHT

About the song 
Since the beginning of time, the wind has always been there, a beautiful and dangerous power of nature, totally unpredictable, one that man has harnessed to power their sails and lately to generate electricity. I know the wind fairly well being a windsurfer and fair weather sailor. I know how beautiful and dangerous the wind can be. I have great respect for the wind and the Sea and always will have and this song is a tribute to her.  

I would like to thank Finn Eces,  my friend and co-writer of this song. Finn and I have been quite a number of songs under our belts now and I think it must be nearly time for the 1st Album Finn. 
Finn’s voice and production skills have really taken “ The wind “ to a new level,  fine tuning of the lyrics, adding in of that driving bass and funky guitar as well as those beautiful harmony vocals really set this song up to be a real Summer hit in all the beach bars around the world ( If Only ) 
Written by: Johnny Mc Farlane & Finn Eces 
Music and Vocals: Johnny & Finn 
Production : Finn  @finn_eces

The Wind

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Spotify

Resistance

Collaboration

Check out Ramixjoe ♈︎ music
@josef-schweinzer

It Makes Me Believe

It Makes Me Believe -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

DISSOLUTION.  (French)

Bumblebee - carry me
Bumblebee - carry me

Superhuman

Carry Me, Bumblebee v2

UNTAPPED feat. IPG1
This is an open collaboration from IPG1 / Ian Greaves
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/untapped-voxes-92-bpm
IPG1: Lyrics and Vocals
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production
Lyrics: 
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going —-in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Break the game down--it's a new map Flow so rich--- better check that NASDAQ Eyes on the prize---go the full lap concrete jungle---stuck in the trap
[Verse] From the alleys to the skyline---watch us elevate Living large in the boroughs where we demonstrate Every word a heavy weight--- every rhyme we detonate New York state of mind---watch the Empire State
We on a mission---ain't no intermission, snap back Murals on the walls--- street art on the subway track Ambition in the air, we the kings--- claim the throne Spittin' bars like bullets--- in this zone--- we at home
Icons of the asphalt--- legends in the flesh Droppin' beats so heavy--it’s poundin' in your chest From the 5 boroughs, anthems——- on full blast Queens to the Bronx-- Brooklyn —-movin' fast Elevate the hustle---the spirit never cracks Struggle in the verses —-resilience in the—— tracks

UNTAPPED feat. IPG1

Cast of Characters:
xian3-- @xian3 – Christian -- vocals and lyrics
Holger Engel—bass, seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- electric piano, synth
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark-- electric piano
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)-- @josh-clary-1 – guitar and four-string fretless bass
 
This song began with Christian's friend Holger Engel coming up with a melodic bass line and sharing it with him to use as a seed stem for a project. Having collaborated successfully with him before, Christian thought of Josh and decided to pass it along to him to see what he could build with it. Josh was excited to work on another of Holger's creations. His bass line was in a high octave on the instrument, so Josh added a similar, complimentary bass line on the low octave to give it some heft. He invited Ken onto the project, and after doing their little rhythm section give and take, Ken laid down some powerful, yet tasteful drums. Mark was brought in next, and added some very fitting, wonderfully melodic electric piano, which he added in the choruses. Josh also asked JJ to add some electric piano to the verses and synth to the whole thing, which he did in a very mind-bending syncopated way. Josh then added some guitar to the high end to thicken things up a bit.
  We then sent the finished product back to Christian to add his thoughtful, inspired lyrics and signature vocals to his song. This is what Christian had to say about how the lyrics came about. 
  "[Being an avid reader], I came along the sentence, 'We write and make art to show our wounds to the world,' reading an interview with Paul Auster (1947-2024). He died earlier this year, yet his novels are legendary. There was talk about creativity, manifoldness and what the personality consists of. 
  "I can’t remember where that interview was and basically I wrote the lyrics around this sentence attributed to him. 
  "I quote another writer, Goethe (1749-1832), with a famous quotation from "Faust,“ 'Two souls, Alas, housed in my breast...' That points in the right thematic direction in my opinion.
For sure the lyrics also contain other layers of meanings, much more personal…
I am also happy about the title of the song 'We Are Many'. I think Tez came up with it. I was unsure for very long, what’s the name of that song… :)"
  After we had it in the bag, we asked mix-master Tez to produce and mix it, so what you hear is also his creative vision for the project. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
Original "We Are Many" lyrics by Xian:

1
To me it seems very obviously
That my I is not a unity
Rather a bunch of personalities
I got a problem with multiplicities

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“ …

2
I am no self-contained identity
Cut off by other possibilities
No border guards set up at the boundary
Enforce the claim to exclusivity

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“…
„I“ writes and makes „art“
To heal the wounds of the heart

3
„Two souls, alas, housed in my breast…“
We hope, that if we do confess
To get rid of this fallacy
And collect the splits of personality

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
I write and make „art“
To heal the wounds of my heart

out
There is
A consolation in round things
There is
A consolation in round things 
A consolation in round things
Oh, ohh,
„I“, „I“,
Oh…

We Are Many (Eclectic Collective with Xian3 and Holger Engel)

Ziemlich um die österreichische Ecke gedacht. Wenn ein Freund von Amts wegen seine Kinder verliert, weil ihm die Fähigkeit aberkannt wird "Vater" zu sein, die Kinder ihm eher einen Vater Doktortitel zugestehen würden und man verstanden hat, dass sich "gefällt mir" im österreichischen Slang ebenfalls wie "Dougt'ma" anhören kann, hieße dieser Titel eigentlich "Doktor 'Gefällt mir'", bzw. "Doctor 'taugt mir'", im Sinne dass die Kinder ihren Papa lieben und tolerieren wie er ist. Aber die Kinder werden ja leider nicht nach ihrer Meinung gefragt.

Hier mein erster Entwurf eines Remixes zu "Dokter Doughtma"

Ramixjoe & Un(d)Abtanzbar - Doctor Daught‘ma (Remix)

All Night

All Night -With Ramixjoe ♈︎

A Musical Journey of FlexHead
Best known as a local Northern California Funk Band, FlexHead and their sound have developed and grown in popularity since 2015. Influenced by the community, culture, and sounds of their hometown, they perform music that speaks to fans across the musical spectrum. Their signature style has become synonymous with a diverse collection of melodies and compositions. This Funk Band is on the rise, and nothing can stop them from achieving the success they work so hard for. 

Contact FlexHead at FlexHeadFunk@gmail.com