Echoes of My Childhood: Minor Reflections” is a poignant composition that intertwines the nostalgic echoes of childhood with the melancholic tones of adulthood. This piece, performed with the Male and Forbidden Planet VST from the Alien movie, captures the bittersweet journey from innocent joy to mature reflection, creating a hauntingly beautiful soundscape.

Echoes of My Childhood: Minor Reflections

A bittersweet ending to this musical journey. Melancholic melodies and delicate grooves create a sense of fragile serenity, while deeper, darker tones remind us that Cha0s is never truly gone.

This mix lingers between hope and uncertainty, offering reflection rather than resolution.
Step into the moment; peaceful or not, you decide.

🎧 Advent Calendar Day 24: A Moment of Peace? 🎧

It was cold, midweek, November grey,
Streetlamps trembling, clouds in disarray.
She stepped from fog like a whispered ghost,
A breath, a blur — the kind I miss the most.
Steam on the windows, heat on high,
Cinnamon drifting, strangers passing by.
Then her voice, a wave, soft and low,
Telling stories only oceans know.

Papua rain on rusted tin,
Honduran nights with mandolin.
Currents pulled her far from land,
But now she held a paper cup in hand.

Date in November — will always remember,
Green eyes like sea glass, ancient and tender.
A world in her words, then silence took over,
She faded in fog, like dreams we hang over.
Date in November — I still remember,
Two hours of warmth, gone with the weather.
She left through the mist, back into the blur,
Now the coffee’s gone cold, and I just miss her.

Indian Ocean, storms and stars,
Sailed past reefs and memory scars.
Flipped burgers down in Alice Springs,
Said even that place had its wings.
She laughed at sharks, she cried in Chile,
Danced through Manila, loved someone briefly.
But time is cruel, and stories end,
And all that’s left is how they bend.

Eyes that mapped the world unseen,
From jungle dusk to diving spleen.
She smiled, said, “That’s all, I guess,”
Then stood and vanished in her quiet finesse.

Date in November — will always remember,
Green eyes like sea glass, ancient and tender.
A world in her words, then silence took over,
She faded in fog, like dreams we hang over.
Date in November — I still remember,
Two hours of warmth, gone with the weather.
She left through the mist, back into the blur,
Now the coffee’s gone cold, and I just miss her.

The steam on the glass wrote her name in reverse,
A script of goodbye — a delicate curse.
No number, no trace, just footprints in rain,
And I’m stuck in this booth, replaying her name.

November...
I'll always remember...
Green eyes... and fog... and her.

Date in November

Yeah...
Tried everything...
But some storms, you just gotta ride through...

City lights, pretty sights, can't clear my mind,
Windows shining, crowds are smiling, but I'm blind.
Ordered steak, pour the wine, toast to the sky,
Still I'm drowning deep inside.

Gallery walls, Christmas stalls,
Music plays but nothing calls.

And no matter what I do, only time will get me through,
Jumpin’ high, laughin’ loud,
Still I carry this dark cloud.
And no matter what I try,
The sun still fades, my heart still cries,
Only time, only time, will get me through. 🎶

🎶 Only time, only time, only time will get me through... 🎶

Movie night, neon light, tears in disguise,
Crowded room, silent gloom, heavy eyes.
Clouds roll in, storm begins, nothing's right,
Still I dance into the night.

Laugh and spin, fake a grin,
But the night keeps closing in.

And no matter what I do, only time will get me through,
Jumpin’ high, laughin’ loud,
Still I carry this dark cloud.
And no matter what I try,
The sun still fades, my heart still cries,
Only time, only time, will get me through. 🎶

Every memory, every dream,
Washes away in the endless stream.
Good or bad, love or pain,
All just drifts back into the rain.

And no matter what I do, only time will get me through,
Skankin' wide, hands up high,
Still the ache is in my sky.
And no matter what I try,
The beats still drop, but so do I,
Only time, only time, will get me through. 🎶
[Outro - whispered]
(Yeah... only time... only time...)

Time (Tropical House Version)

Ten-oh-four, I glance again,
Clock hand moves — I stay the same.
Empty chairs, silver spoons,
Echoes dance in this faded saloon.
Tiles still smell like yesterday’s bread,
No footsteps now, just ghosts instead.
Lady in white — she hands me a glass,
Cola fizzes, memories pass.
She drifts away behind her stand,
One eye watching — open hand.

Tick by tick, the mercy’s thin,
Time don’t care where I have been.
I’m the only soul on this morning stage,
Sipping the silence, page by page.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the minutes blink,
Will it matter, or just burn out?
How to find out... how to find out?

Labels written in tongues unknown,
Sip it down — still all alone.
The floor’s pristine, the light is low,
But a heavy wind just won’t let go.
Behind the glass, she checks her phone,
Maybe she’s lonely, too — who knows?
I count the things I used to hold,
Each warm joy comes bought and sold.
This drink, this place, this quiet bar,
Fading like headlights from afar.

No trumpet calls, no golden clue,
Only the clock, swallowing me and you.
Each weekday morning wears no crown,
Another petal falling down.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the minutes blink,
Will it matter, or just burn out?
How to find out... how to find out?

9 o’clock was a breath ago,
11’s already tapping my shoulder.
Days fold like linen napkins slow,
Weeks vanish — steam over water.
And someday, this room’s just dust,
And I won’t even know... what I forgot.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the world shrinks,
No one will remember — not even me — no doubt.
How to find out... how to find out?

Coca Cola (Latin Jazz Version)

Trading the desk for the decks — a bittersweet, bold, and sun-dazed ride from golden hour into after-hours.

Compute - Camelphat
Overload (Perry Martin) - Sugababes
Trubble - Eric Prydz
In My Mind (Elias Fassos & Risk GR) - Gigi D’Agostino
Copy - Creedence
Magnetique (Zoo Brazil) - Floormagnet
Summer Is Love - Korte Mauw
Fukumean (Barlow) - Gunna
Thank You (Alas) - Dido

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I love almost every kind of electronic music.
I do not commit myself to a particular subgenre.

You just get to hear what I was up to at the time of recording.

Enjoy.

🎹 After 27 years away, I returned to music for the pure joy of creating.
In solidarity with artists, I have removed all generative AI from my work, keeping every note authentic and played by hand.
A legacy of passion, integrity, and respect for the art.

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NYC-based DJ spinning energetic house for late nights, loud rooms, and open minds. With a deep love for tech house, acid house, and the timeless pulse of classic house, M30W M30W blends raw energy with unexpected turns—where warehouse grit meets pop-laced nostalgia. 

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