It Flies

A deeply layered soundscape with both dark and light elements. Produced in Studio One Professional using Output/Arcade sound libraries triggered with my Komplete Kontrol S49 keyboard, various loops, and my guitar work on a Fender American Ultra Stratocaster, played through a Line 6 Helix processor.

Arriving on Exoplanet 124

Boppin' (feat. Masaccio)

Hey Peeps heres a new track its an oldie but goodie i did a cover of i mixed,mastered,and Prod,and Performed,this one i enjoyed remaking it,The lyrics are not mine they belong to New Order Hope you guys Enjoy it i thought it came out really good,Much love and keep listening :)

Bizarre Love Triangle Cover (Prod-By Scotty Evans )

Street Racer: Asphalt Symphony

Part I: The Revving Prelude

The year was 1973, and the sun hung low over the gritty streets of Detroit. The air smelled of gasoline and rebellion. The asphalt trembled, anticipating the arrival of the Street Racer—a legend carved from chrome and adrenaline.

In the heart of Motor City, Johnny “Nitro” Malone leaned against his '69 Dodge Charger R/T, its hood adorned with a snarling Hemi engine. Johnny’s leather jacket bore the scars of countless races, and his eyes held the secrets of the midnight asphalt. He was a poet of speed, a maestro of the throttle.

Part II: The Pursuit

The city’s finest—the Detroit PD—were on his tail. Their sirens wailed, their V8 engines roared. The lead cruiser, Officer Frank Reynolds, gripped the wheel, his jaw clenched. He’d been chasing Nitro for months, but tonight was different. Tonight, the streets were alive with the pulse of rebellion.

Nitro’s Charger shot forward, tires screeching. The city blurred—a neon-lit tapestry of billboards, diners, and flickering streetlights. The police cars followed, their red and blue lights painting the night. Nitro’s engine sang—a symphony of horsepower and defiance.

Part III: The Urban Ballet

Through the tight alleys and wide boulevards, Nitro weaved. His Charger hugged corners, its exhaust spitting flames. The police cars struggled to keep up, their tires smoking. Nitro glanced in the rear view mirror—Officer Reynolds was relentless, his eyes ablaze.

The crowd gathered—the night owls, the dreamers, the rebels. They leaned against lampposts, their hearts racing. This wasn’t just a chase; it was a performance—an urban ballet set to the beat of Detroit’s heartbeat.

Nitro’s Charger leaped over a pothole, its suspension protesting. Reynolds closed in, his cruiser inches from Nitro’s bumper. The city held its breath. Nitro’s fingers danced across the dashboard—a switch, a hidden button. The Charger’s exhaust flaps opened wide, unleashing a primal roar.

And then it happened—the final stretch. The freeway lay ahead, its lanes empty. Nitro’s Charger surged, the speedometer needle kissing 150 mph. Reynolds pushed harder, his radio crackling with backup requests. But Nitro was in his element—the asphalt was his canvas, and velocity was his brushstroke.

As the city lights blurred into streaks, Nitro whispered to his Charger, “One last dance, old girl.”

The freeway exit loomed—a hairpin turn. Nitro’s tires screamed, and the Charger slid sideways, smoke billowing. Reynolds followed, but his cruiser fishtailed, careening into a concrete barrier.

Nitro vanished into the night, leaving behind a symphony of sirens and burning rubber. The crowd cheered, their voices merging with the fading engine roar. Nitro’s legend grew—a phantom racer, a nocturnal comet.

And Officer Reynolds? He stood by his battered cruiser, watching the taillights disappear. He knew—he’d lost the race, but he’d gained something else: respect for the Street Racer who danced with danger.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Street Racer.” The real magic lies in the music.

Street Racer

Bank Shot

() All rights reserved for the original recording to: The Rolling Stones. ÷)
Cover


psychedelic cover of this track woth some syd barret esque quitar effects to add to its sinister feel perfect tune for this album and one i idolize.


As apways thank you for you support, and viewership! (Have a full time Job now so pergorming even in studio is rare anymore; but you make it all worth it!!♡)

2000 Lightyears From Home (cover)

She hurt me without realizing a superstar was born.

Lyrics

I don't want to hear you out this time
You tell me all these lies
Like baby, fuck that shit
Save it for the next guy
It's not me, not me
Don't ever worry 'bout me
Don't ever worry 'bout me

I helped you out
I loved you hard
I made sure you were straight, even when I had no bank
& now it's your loss
My music will pay my rent, just wait & watch.

I know that you can't replace me

I don't want to hear you out this time
You tell me all these lies
Like baby, fuck that shit
Save it for the next guy
It's not me, not me
Don't ever worry 'bout me
Don't ever worry 'bout me

I helped you out
I loved you hard
I made sure you were straight, even when I had no bank
& now it's your loss
My music will pay my rent, just wait & watch.

I just wanted you

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When he is not planning to take over the world, Kitty Dynamite loves to let off some steam by spinning decks and smoking catnip.

Kitty Dynamite

Holy Guacamole

Öz Ti - Burn The Floor

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Kenny Ryan is a Native/Mexican singer, rapper, songwriter, and Multi-Genre music producer from Pojoaque Pueblo, New Mexico. Kennys music catalog contains self-produced mixed and mastered tracks. Kenny doesn't limit himself, & is skilled in many genres of music. He's making all his music from inside his car!


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