Funk, Disco et cetera

Everybody's Darling

Ein Kollege, mit dem ich wochenlang zusammen gearbeitet hatte und dessen Name ich kannte, hatte meinen vergessen und irgendwann hörte er ihn und er machte "Aaahhh! Jetzt weiß ich wieder wie Du heißt."
Ich musste diesen kurzen Song einspielen und ihn ärgern.

He knows my Name so he's My Friend

Wake Up Groove

Wake Up in the Morning

Eternal Nights

Clockwork Dreams

Hi. Thank you very much for the likes over the past few weeks! I'm very happy that some people like my music :-)
Have fun with my new Track. Lost in Ocean. DiSi

Lost in Ocean

flawed reflections - piano version

Sirius

Cybernetics, do you control it? Or does it control you? Remember that metal still rusts, and in the end everything returns to dust.

Danse Cybernetica

"I recently replayed the first two episodes of Shenmue, and to preserve the unique and timeless atmosphere of these two video game masterpieces, I decided to create a musical tribute. Taking some of my favorite tracks as a foundation, I reworked and enhanced them to craft a personal reinterpretation.

For this EP, I selected tracks from the first game, set in Yokosuka, Japan, and transformed them in my own way—while striving to maintain the nostalgic essence of these locations. A second EP will follow soon, dedicated to the second game, which takes place in Hong Kong, China."

Dobuita My Love

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Shadows

Huge thanks to choosing sleep for this awesome collab (soon out on all platforms)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/26gampKTgLcMGFQ3Fp4T1j?si=8cIxdUVYQS6w-HtmZ9opLw



new growth w/ choosing sleep

idea #26

“it feels like i’m sinking” is an ambient track by Chad Nathan

it feels like i’m sinking

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Der Zeitreisende Dietmar Edelherr von Syntronica

Everybody's Darling

Dietmar Edelherr von Syntronica

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