Made for fun — Electro Pop at 115-120 bpm that hopefully makes you want to dance 💃🕺💃💃🕺🕺 A light-hearted fun song because Atlanta (A-Town) is fun, y’all — hot and humid 🥵 — but never dull. 

Composed digitally MIDI to DAW via VST instruments, all original, no AI, made by a human 

Available to download (.wav) if anyone feels inspired to collaborate for a remix, adding vocals or whatever. DM me if you prefer MP3.
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Home to sports legend Hank Aaron and Braves baseball, southern cooking, tons of historical landmarks — from Centennial Olympic Park to the King Memorial Center — and history-makers, MLK, John Lewis, Jimmy and Rosalyn Carter to name a few, A-Town has neighborhoods of talented minds from all over the world. 

As the American South’s “Ellis Island”, our melting pot of metro neighborhoods makes us ATL strong and welcoming. As home to dozens of colleges and universities, Atlanta acts as a hub for higher education.

Night clubs? And hip hop? Oh yeah, we got that! A-Town is also a huge urban center for LGBTQ folks, so if you’re straight but not narrow, come, dine, and party with us!
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115/120 bpm

Written in 2022, I ordinarily don’t compose above 100 bpm but A-Town needed a 2025 refresh — the beats fit ATL.

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Professional Keyboard 

E-INSTRUMENTS
Concert Grand 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
Classical Acoustic Guitar 
Flamenco Echoes 
Plucked Bass Arp
Deep Round Synth Bass 
Analog Phaser Pulse
Film Memories synth
Chordal Chimes
Classic Pad 
SoCal Ballad Piano
Ambient Lead
Indian Sitar
Chinese Guzheng Zither
Modern TR-727 Timbales High
Persian Santoor

E-PERCUSSION 
Atlanta Drum Kit 
Beat Machine 
Hip Hop Kit 
2-Step Remix
Pawn Shop 808 Maracas 
Castanets

COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from AI-generated images rendered as original CGI, then retouched and designed in Photoshop.

2023 Copyright SUNNYBECK 
All rights reserved 2025
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Summertime in A-Town

Seem to be in permanent countdown mode: global warming,Trump’s tariffs, days left before the visa runs out. So I thought I’d plan an imaginary escape in this song.   https://youtu.be/WfT0n7nuGxE


Let’s start with the countdown
Whoop, whoop I’m going home
ZEHN
There’s nothing worse than Earthlings
NEUN
They have such weird chromosomes 
ACHT
They’re cruel and they’re deluded
SIEBEN
They’re fools, they’re mean, they moan
SECHS
So I’ve pimped up Elon’s spacecraft 
FÜNF
Just hope to take me home
VIER
Tune those raptor engines
DREI
Gotta fixe those propellent leaks
ZWEI
And fingers-crossed I’m blasting off 
EINS
Should be be home in about a week.
WIR HABEN ABGEHOBEN

The Countdown

Mr. Frippy

simple morning melody

Opus84

Dancing in the Storm (Rehearsal)

Marco Lucchi : synthesizers and tanpura & tabla app

E.F.S. chautaal in C#

The Lovely Blue Waves

“Jazzy-Jam” by Luke

Working on my Piano 🎹 pieces and in between creating these fun tracks .. easy listening  with catchy beats..
Thanks to all my friends and fans for the well wishes ❤️


Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & B-Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Jazzy-Jam”  by Luke

You see that guy in the gucci suit
The one with the Rolex
The one walking into the high-rise like he owns the whole damn block

He got a secret
He still checks his bank balance a dozen times a day
Still gets that little knot in his stomach everytime the phone rings
Still remembers the taste of instant noodles and the feel of a secondhand coat in a bitter wind

He ain’t no different to me

I see that girl on the corner, all torn jeans and defiant eyeliner
She’s got a story, too
A story of late nights and empty bottles and a phone that never rings with the right name
She got a tattoo of a bird on her wrist, a tiny thing
It’s not about freedom
It’s about being grounded
It’s about a cage she can’t fly out of

She ain’t different to me

We all got our ghosts
Our regrets
Our silent prayers whispered into the pillow at 3am
We’re all holding our breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The CEO, the janitor
The influencer with a million likes, the kid with no friends
We’re all just trying to get by, trying to make sense of the noise

We put on these masks
The tough guy
The pretty one
The smart one
The one who has it all figured out
But peel back the layers and what do you find
The same raw, vulnerable heart
The same fear of not being enough

So next time you look at someone and think
“I could never be them” 
or
“They could never understand me”
take a moment
Look closer
Past the clothes
Past the car
Past the curated feed

You’lll see it
The flicker of doubt in their eyes
The tremor in their hand when they think no one’s looking
The way they stare at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong, or where it’s all going to go

And you’ll know.  They’re just like you. and me.

They ain’t no different.  Not one bit

Hello Spring

FuWatt