How likely are Fleetwood Mac, Trance , dub Step and Hip Hop to go together? In many cases not at all, in fact I believe that the contradictions within that first sentence would probably make all members of Fleetwood Mac hunt me down and probably do awful things to me- very slowly! 

Although for some reason I think and I have no basis for this statement whatsoever: I reckon Stevie Nicks would dig this record. 

Anyway it was all a mistake as per normal..... I liked the idea of Hip Hop and Trance samples working together, no idea why, I suppose just because. At about this time I had managed to get my hands on the clean vocal for You Make Loving Fun ( great record BTW) and had no intention of putting it into this tune. 
I think originally I wanted to do a Biggy Smalls vocal. But by mistake dropped the Fleetwood Mac vocal into Abelton and BOOM - the weirdo was born. It went from a maybe record to a very easy and defo yes record in no time and, I have to say, I am very proud of it. 
Even if most members of The Mac would eat my musical soul alive for the crucifixion of such a classic record.

YOU MAKE LOVING FUN ( FREE DOWNLOAD)

No Cap (prod. by heylucig)

this is my favorit absolut the best and hade I hade a really great week when I did this and I where in my best mode when I delivered it from all bad feelings and regards I often create my music in a bad mood and when I feel great I don't do it only listen on music

Blows Bye

BLoWS ByE

Up struck with up night & your strung & your up strong with a long yarn & like you Im temperature timit kept in touch mine alright in the back of the mind Timber hot smoke it don't but does interrupt minerals exile or is it just on you & me up all night like a stand TV test sectauary justment just me siege porky lube stick & lick it freaky fridge it ain't table top salts peppers eqevelent pluming tap wone wine stir-fry hot cold refresher pure pre off spring fufillment rezezzle shenode remedy topics duck feet splinted use overheld neck bones bonafide bonnie & Claude of until castler completts on shown nough kango marge'n steep deep go up wilder max desert heat sarin's round alike sound ain't felt D's in a minute

Hedge hike through my mind joyful returns to the henge the door might came salary for messed up nights the never slept morning crawling minutes jumped on up to breakfast tight show enough cheese hold rest daily night the might who done laid up somewhere middles mans going left out spending over shifts hard eye cant sleep might get hot transmuscler cooler cool get it soon into house get into it transfered hot cooler she & plus me on her on me no complaints how Deere I lay project & not forget to spend my time long story how bags are carried out never knew 1step lead to the next door step car subject I still walk run 88 miles what in months get home don't care whats up reach paste ask task favor the seller or buy cost at grate ate stems really reality acts costimetic accounts up look in my home & say yuppy outter in doors smells how hood action is satisaction/satisfaction is this & lil bit of that

Up struck with up night & your strung & your up strong with a long yarn & like you Im temperature timit kept in touch mine alright in the back of the mind Timber hot smoke it don't but does interrupt minerals exile or is it just on you & me up all night like a stand TV test sectauary justment just me siege porky lube stick & lick it freaky fridge it ain't table top salts peppers eqevelent pluming tap wone wine stir-fry hot cold refresher pure pre off spring fufillment rezezzle shenode remedy topics duck feet splinted use overheld neck bones bonafide bonnie & Claude 

i got extra layers of skin on my face & feet I think exile minerals make me stay awakeyou would not believe what is screening today college & dear not say lives make out this dream um living to try out college the pope keep talking bout this.i remember seeing my cove digg the underground saying thats gone be our home show got into argument with somebody about screwage funds me having my funds she said she starting from scratch he drug up said this why she grew a adam tree now I see why it's so frosty she made beds,sofas, out of cotton blue i believe the shop oil is my coves everything hers she build a troop cart gokart out of oil base.i get it now so far away songs.why they call them saiyns best workers who describe he live by shadow sight my friend ad's light see no face. start believing in Lord God I believe I don't worship against I see I believe light sound see eat gross ain't nothing possible without the Lord/God whoever noticed when vampiers movies play voice & sound effrcts they music be guide50 & slim shaddy ice cream s'more & slick the youtube dancer in a discription i cant remember what happens when the sky is down here we sleep like clouds cloud 8 certain things I ain’t learn in school like pena Had complaints about inmates/schools/classrooms/seats/bus’s destroyed/fragments being chemistry in public in learning facuilties you not allowed to talk about business’s cause notice signs They say try your best to be strange at change wilcome Alfoe sin city look so beuatiful today cave valley/calve vallege.dwell in a secret place dwell in the Lord names saint to the Lord set apart from the world.freakyfrid decyclzs, desserted

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Check out Valentine's the Video on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/N7cs6CYoMbs

Valentine's Day Mix

Unchained Melody -Valentine's  Day 2024 Remix. Feat, Adam Langg

Another one of those songs that asks questions. I tried to give the track a bounce-along feel to reflect the way humans tend to set aside the realities of what is happening around them. 
It seems nature is making the changes it needs to make. Will people?

An Evolutionary Thing

STYLE:
Massive grinding bass track from HYPER... This is Track 01-13 from from the Album 'Grit in my soul" Two down 11 to go.

GRIT IN MYSOUL

SNOWFLAKE

Atmospheric Voyage

Recording of my set for @gegenberlin at @kitkatberlin
Gegen Age x @KHIDI 05. January 2023

GEGEN AGE x KHIDI - Kiar Oscuro - 05.01.24

Officer Elara Nightshade, the lone sentinel of the Midnight Security Hub, had seen it all—rowdy clubbers, lost IDs, and the occasional tipsy tumble. But tonight, beneath the inky sky, something shifted. The air hummed with extraterrestrial anticipation.

The security booth, a fortress of steel and surveillance, stood at the edge of the abandoned airstrip. Elara’s eyes flickered over the monitors—empty dancefloors, deserted VIP lounges. The bassline from the nearby club throbbed through her bones, a heartbeat of the city.

And then, the UFO descended.

Its light pierced the night, casting Elara’s shadow against the booth’s glass. She squinted, heart racing. Was it a prank? A hallucination? But the glowing saucer defied logic. It hovered, silent and menacing, its alien geometry mocking her mundane existence.

Elara’s training kicked in. She reached for her radio, but static crackled. The UFO’s light intensified, bathing her in otherworldly luminescence. Her skin prickled. Was this abduction? Enlightenment? Or something far more sinister?

And then, the hatch opened.

Three extraterrestrial beings emerged. Their forms blurred—part shadow, part substance. Elara’s breath caught. They wore hooded cloaks, their eyes twin voids. Were they here to observe, experiment, or harvest?

The tallest alien extended a hand—a gesture of peace or domination? Elara hesitated, then stepped out of the booth. The UFO’s light enveloped her, revealing her past—the childhood stargazing, the dreams of cosmic voyages.

“Elara Nightshade,” the alien intoned, its voice like distant echoes. “You guard the threshold. Your world teeters on the brink. We offer a choice.”

Elara’s pulse raced. “What choice?”

“Twilight Shift,” the alien whispered. “Embrace the rhythm of the cosmos. Become the bridge between realms. Or remain in your mundane cage.”

Elara glanced back at the booth—the security cameras, the emergency button. But the UFO’s light beckoned. She stepped aboard, her boots sinking into the alien metal. The hatch closed, sealing her fate.

Inside, the aliens revealed their purpose: interdimensional DJs. Their decks pulsed with cosmic frequencies, their headphones linked to galactic playlists. Elara hesitated, then donned the headphones. The music—part trance, part techno, part starlight—rewired her DNA.

As the UFO ascended, Elara became the guardian of the in-between. She spun the decks, mixing human beats with celestial harmonies. The Earth below blurred—a twilight shift into the unknown.

And so, Officer Elara Nightshade danced—her pulse synchronized with the universe. The UFO vanished, leaving only a glowing memory. The clubbers never knew—their bassline now infused with stardust.

“Twilight Shift,” Elara whispered, her eyes on the distant stars. “I choose the rhythm of the cosmos.”

Note: “Twilight Shift” isn’t just a track; it’s an invitation to transcend boundaries, to dance beyond time, and to become part of the cosmic symphony. 🌌🎶

SNOWFLAKE

HYPER CLASH