7 Minute Improvisation capturing my overall DJ style combining and mixing multiple genres on the fly to provide a beautiful journey.

Live Improv DJ Set - 7 Minute Sample

I love Fred, and I love Taylor, and we should probably leave her alone. This track is bold and grimey.

AI Taylor Swift w/ Baby Keem & Fred Again - Leave Me Alone - RAW AI EDIT - Mitchell on Fire

I'm a huge fan of Ben Böhmer. I heard this older song of his, and when I did, it aligned in my head with this other track, so I fused them a few hours later in one take. Then I used some generative AI to spin up the image art.

Ben Böhmer +  SDK – What They Want + Slow Wave (Adam Husa + Blaze Remixex)

Love Her [Romy] + Coda [Rival Console]

Mine is better than the version by James Hype. Just sayin'

Water Tyla EDIT Mitchell On Fire

Late Night In The RGBs

DJ Set – Live at The Auricle (Canton, Ohio April 2024) - Progressive Tech House

As we all made our way to the Malecón, Sabra said she was tired and wanted to return to the hotel. I offered to walk her back. Along the way, the skies released a deluge of warm rain down into the streets. The stones thundered. We stepped into an alcove, her body pressed against mine. Her red dress clung to her damp skin. She was electric against the blue. The rain paused and I picked her up, laughing, running, and leaping over the water puddles. She laughed and yelled, but I could not go far anyway. I sat her down and looked in her eyes, knowing, that she will never be mine. We returned to the hotel and I left again in search of my friends.

Havana

Chill vocal over melodic synths and Middle Eastern percussion

Last Crusade

Some days I don't feel so broken and low. I think maybe I am making the right choices. How the hell would I know? She's mad at me again but for once I know with my entire heart that I made the right choice and did the best I could. No one always likes that. But thats okay. I can find my way, anyway, and see where it leads.

Sketch – Best of Me – Pittsburgh

That first night I walked through the darkened streets of Nairobi, meandering my way through Upper Hill, slightly drunk and following the music. I found myself at the Rain Tree - or some place of a similar name. The music was loud and it smelled of whisky. Many years later, in coastal France, wandered the streets at night seeking the same. The lights were so bright. I had no sense of time. I only had the sounds to guide me.

Calais

i'm playing the piano against the sound of my electric oven. I'm drunk on watermelon whiteclaw, it is 4 in the morning, and I'm wondering what the hell happened.

PGH (Sketch)

As our taxi we turned down a dark and narrow street I looked over at Mallory. She looked at me too. In the safety of Brixton, South London, we both simultaneously thought of that night in Afghanistan when our cab driver started to leave the city with us and we feared we were getting kidnapped. I felt her hand tightened in mine.  I asked the driver if we are close to the concert hall, and he said it was just around the corner. Then like that same night in Sharenaw, we climbed out of the car, ducked inside, and danced the night away. BPM 122 A#Minor

Brixton

District (Sketch)

Life hasn't been turning out the way I expected. But I think about when my life went as planned and I found myself in multiple wars, dancing all night and working everyday to see the next.  Is it better?  Somehow the same? Trading one war for another perhaps, but the dancing remains.

Get Wild

Heart (Sketch)

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose
You don't know what love is

You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose
You don't know what love is

What Love (Sketch)

Crafted from Japanese recordings made over a century ago, this song resonates with hidden pleasures of Tokyo’s neon-lit underworld. The track pulses with cinematic tension, melodic layering, and futuristic soul—perfect for playlists that explore deep, emotional, and high-energy progressive house.

Kabukicho

room in the attic with a view of the streetlight

Prepared Piano for Cinematic EDM in the methods of composer of John Cage

Ghosts of John Cage (Works on Paper)

Mt. Everest Dance Remix

In 2014 I survived a terrorist attack. My wife was home carrying our first child. Convinced my life was ending, I switched on my phone on and recorded what I believed to be my final moments.  That day has never left me.

July 2014

We never set out for a particular horizon, but marching along the trail, we continue to find ourselves on course. Sometimes the expected is the unexpected. Sometimes, it is all that seems right that seems too much. And so I began to draw. I varied the speed and strength of my marks. I curved quick lines and rendered others with delicate care. It is from the sound of my drawing that I began to craft another chapter. In the brilliance of her glow, we have more than pain, but hope.

GLOW <3 ^2

Some things come together from nothing then fall apart all the same. 

Tarotism

Pull my hair back

Iwonbe

Past Life

Karma Selector

As a young man, I was fascinated by Icarus, but I have come to see that myths are insufficient to truths. Truths are far more powerful. Truths are rare. They are beautiful. They reflect the sun’s light, dazzling us into blindness, yet it is not the sun that sends us plummeting earthward in consequence. We can do that all by ourselves. 

Perhaps our insistence to suffer is rooted in the senses - they delude us into chasing neurons that may or may not serve our interests. We are forever distracted by our own lives and slave to the incongruity of our minds, we are endlessly hungry for something more profound. Our feelings are the darkest of waters leaving us to swim in circles at night.

Such action is ill fated. Though we must build our own truths, breathe them, and consume them— we are quick to then cast them aside the moment their flavors fade. Somehow, still, caught in my own entanglements, I have learned. Do not work so hard in the shadows. Do not strive so much. Merely give, give freely, and when the carpet unfolds beneath the brightest of lights, do not hesitate to walk forward.

The world is merely a reflection. Do not try to bend the spoon.

avail

I’m writing the soundtrack to the world I want to live in.

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