Summer 3000

Every Young Boy's Song

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Sixteen Hooves

Upbeat folksy fiddle. Jusqu'ici tout va bien. 

Just me just you

September gold

I got high on love, I think. La la la la la zip.

I think I got high

Slow-tempo cinematic wake up call for a lost London.

Grow or die

KETA – 18 October 2025 — Diary Entry:
I made this track in the middle of the night, somewhere between stillness and heat. The bass felt like a heartbeat under sand — steady, endless, ancient. Every tone came from breath; every shimmer from the body remembering it was light. I didn’t write this song — it grew through me, one pulse at a time.

Abundance is a mantra disguised as sound. A slow-burning invocation of fullness — sensual, grounded, and alive. The bass hums like blood. The guitars float like mirage heat. Every repetition widens the horizon. There is no lack, only motion.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

Abundance (Desert Body)

Isn't this lovely?

The soundtrack to a lovestory in the south of france.

Coffee and nibbles

Petrichor is a cinematic journey through drought, deluge, and renewal — an album that treats weather as emotion and sound as memory. Across ten tracks, it moves from the stillness of cracked soil to the ecstatic rush of Quantum Rain, blending field-recorded ambience, dream-folk intimacy, and the pulse of liquid drum & bass. Each song feels like a breath returning to the world, soaked in the scent of fresh rain after a long silence. It’s rooted in texture — wood, air, earth, water — yet shaped by the invisible currents of thought and longing that run beneath.

Beneath its surface beauty lies something elemental: the idea that every cycle of destruction and recovery mirrors the body, the mind, the self learning to live again. Voices drift in and out like weather fronts; acoustic guitars share space with sub-bass and reverb-drenched horizons. At its heart, Petrichor isn’t about rain — it’s about what the rain awakens: the soil remembering, the sky breathing, the listener arriving home to themselves.

Water finds its way

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

Water finds its way

Quantum me