Another live jam session co-written with Micro Tracks I've produced into a finished song. We had a lot of fun on this one.

Brute FreakJam II (Parts 1 and 2)

Skater kicks and flannel tees
Tamagotchi buzzin’ on my sleeve

Arcade lights in RGB
We ride the beat in MTV

Bring Back the 90s

We are the original prototype
Electric sparks ignite the night

Decentralized hearts in unity
Our code, our fate, in circuitry

We are the current and the light
Unlock the truth inside our flight

Ancient wires and modern dream
We’re living blocks within the stream

Quantum Pulse

Metal breath, electric skin
Rhythm crawling deep within
Pulse and wire intertwine
You take yours, I take mine

Feed the sound, erase the face
Bodies blur, replace the space

Breed me, feed me
Loop me till I break
Breed me, feed me
Make me what you make

Neon air, magnetic spin
Every drop pulls me in
Voice dissolves into tone
No one moves alone

Feed the sound, erase the face
Bodies blur, replace the space

Breed me, feed me
Loop me till I break
Breed me, feed me
Make me what you make

Breed me, feed me
Tame me, frame me
Breed me, feed me
Tame me, frame me

Breed me, feed me
Loop me till I break
Breed me, feed me
Make me what you make


Breed me, feed me

Give me the jump-off
Put me in front of the crowd
Tell me my time's up
Then throw my body to the ground
The whole thing's a setup
Like suicide by cop
You didn't mean it
Until you shot me on the spot

You say you love me
I know you don't
So if you wanna
Take me home
You gotta dare me

What was I thinking?
I'd heard it all before
But you were different
'Til you showed up at my door
This place is haunted
I'm just a skeleton in the wall
My spirit is taunted
I'm trapped between these four walls

You say you love me
I know you don't
So if you wanna
Take me home
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me

The darkest hour
Before the dawn
I feel the power
Just holding on

You say you love me
I know you don't
So if you wanna
Take me home
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me
You gotta dare me

Dare Me

We gather round the altar of the pie tonight
Cherry, apple, pumpkin merging in the glow
A divine flavour rising in the midnight flow
We lift our forks as voices start to fly

Worship the pie, the ceremony begun
Flakes of crust shimmering bright as a sun
In this sacred bite we fall into grace
Pie worship glowing in the synthetic space
we fall into grace

Strings swell softly, synth waves colour our eyes
We bow before the dish where indulgence lies
Custard riff moving through a violet chain
Cinnamon pulse in a warm refrained domain

Worship the pie, the ceremony begun
Flakes of crust shimmering bright as a sun
In this sacred bite we fall into grace
Pie worship glowing in the synthetic space
we fall into grace

In the shrine of sweetness
We leave with hearts full 
Golden crust glowing 
Synths hum like distant organs

Worship the pie, the ceremony begun
Flakes of crust shimmering bright as a sun
In this sacred bite we fall into grace
Pie worship glowing in the synthetic space
we fall into grace

Pie Worship Ceremony

A peak-time EDM weapon fused with orchestral fire, timpani kick, glitched woodwinds, and harp solos.
Explosive, spatial, and virtuosic, built for the club and born for the stage.

Club EDM

Grit in the air
Grit in the air

P-A-R-I-S
B-E-T-O-N
C-O-L-D smoke
S-e-x appeal

Concrete on my shoes
City in my chest
Filthy but it moves
Filthy but it tempts

Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade

Boulevard soaked in yesterday’s perfume
Trash bags glitter under busted lamps
Cold clope scent drifting like a cheap mirage
Faded posters peeling off the décor
Taxi wheels splash up another story
And every stain feels strangely glamorous

Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade

Stand up, keep pace
Sidewalks roar
Head down, stay sharp
Shutters shake
Push through, no grace
Meters blink
Breathe fast, no pause
Streets collide

Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade
Dirty Paris pulse
Dragging through the façade

Dirty Paris pulse

After all of these nights I feel
I keep returning to the same scene
Music spinning like a carousel
Memories stuck in a bright routine
Calling out to the past again
Feels like I am dancing in a time ring
Same faces moving in a fading reel
Same rush glowing under the ceiling
SIX SIX

After all of these nights I feel
SEVEN SEVEN
I keep returning to the same scene
SIX SIX
Music spinning like a carousel
SEVEN SEVEN
Memories stuck in a bright routine
SIX SIX

After all of these nights I feel
I keep returning to the same scene
Music spinning like a carousel
Memories stuck in a bright routine
Calling out to the past again
Feels like I am dancing in a time ring
Same faces moving in a fading reel
Same rush glowing under the ceiling
SIX SIX

After all of these nights I feel
SEVEN SEVEN
I keep returning to the same scene
SIX SIX
Music spinning like a carousel
SEVEN SEVEN
Memories stuck in a bright routine
SIX SIX
Calling out to the past again
SIX SIX
Feels like I am dancing in a time ring
SEVEN SEVEN
Same faces moving in a fading reel
SIX SIX
Same rush glowing under the ceiling
SEVEN SEVEN

SIX SIX
SEVEN SEVEN
SIX SIX
SEVEN SEVEN
SIX SIX
SEVEN SEVEN

SIX. SEVEN.

We move like spirits through the misty light
The days are short
The nights are long
The people are gathering

And we dance
we dance
we dance

The trance
Christmas trance

And we dance
we dance
 we dance
The trance
Christmas trance

The moon is high
The earth is cold
The shadows fall
The fire burns
The people are gathering

And we dance
we dance
we dance

The trance
Christmas trance

And we dance
we dance
 we dance
The trance
Christmas trance

Gather, people

And we dance
we dance
we dance

The trance
Christmas trance

And we dance
we dance
 we dance
The trance
Christmas trance

Christmas trance

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I wanna be like you, with you, make some beats

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