Eine wilde Mischung sämtlicher Gefühle natürlich alles im Zeichen der Liebe :)

(Anfang ist ein bisschen ruff... aber es wird besser, versprochen :D)

WeddingWood_Festival24

Talk about an amazing story.  David Jones wouldn't take 'NO' for an answer.  He had to get to his Daughter's Wedding in time to walk her down the aisle.  The only thing blocking him? Hurricane Helene.  He ended up walking close to 30 miles in the middle of the Hurricane to get to his daughter's wedding!
 (Photo Courtesy of Stellar Photography)

David Jones Interview

Funny Wedding 1

Funny Wedding 3

Funny Wedding 2

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Bass Chaserz @ DEGGELDRUFF! festival 2024

We wrote this song at Franklin Guitar in Franklin,TN from and Idea I had. A very good tune for a wedding.

Would you take my name

Faded -Alan Walker (  Cover performed by Anders Amundsen )

My new composition, Bliss, dedicated to my wonderful friends, Megan Santana Powell and James Bourner in celebration of their spectacular wedding in the Algarve, Portugal. Wishing Megan and James a lifetime of love and happiness together.

Composer and Pianist: Shirley Ly

© SHIRLEY LY

Bliss by Shirley Ly | Solo Piano

Your Song ( Cover Elton John )

Autum Leaves  ( Trad Jazz song )

Solo cover performed by Anders Amundsen-Norway,
After Dream Theater-Jordan Rudess.

Disappear ( Cover  after Dream Theater-Jordan Rudess )

The original Copyright(s) is (are) Solely owned by the Companies/Original-Artist(s)/Record-label(s). All the contents are intended to Showcase the creativity of the artist involved and is strictly done for a promotional purpose.

Title | Ik Kurri

Singer | Surinderjit Muksudpuri
Remix | GSChaggar

Ik Kurri Remix

Sometimes a picture fails, it can’t connect the dots.
Sometimes a memory’s gone, you can’t collect your thoughts.

This is how I’ll always remember you.
Dressed in white, a smile that’ll light the room.
Your eyes alive, my heart in flames, my tears are real, and yours, the same.
We share a smile, we share a name, we share a heart. 
This is how I’ll remember you.

Sometimes a recollection fails, it just moves on.
Sometimes the words you want to say escape, they’re gone.

This is how I’ll always remember you.
Dressed in white, a smile that’ll light the room.
Your eyes alive, my heart in flames, my tears are real, and yours, the same.
We share a smile, we share a name, we share a heart. 
This is how I’ll remember you.

This Is How (I’ll Always Remember You)

F*ck Season

Played my first ever live set at my sister's wedding and had the time of my life. Hope you enjoy :)
Congrats again to the happy couple <3

MT NORQUAY WEDDING MIX

I make music at a different frequency! 
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Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

we have put the lid on
23 - 25 August 2024

Amundsen Anders are 42 years old from Hønefoss in Norway. Have played classical piano since he was 7 years old. Improvised piano and sound. 
Have studied Norwegian folk music in Rauland-Telemark University College. Are related to Jon Kjos that was the master of Myllarguten-fiddleplayer.

Drowning in Silence
October 05, 2024
Sixteen-year-old Lucas had always been an invisible kid. No family to speak of, no one who would look for him if something went wrong. That’s why, when a shipping container full of drugs vanished from a mafia warehouse, his name found its way to the wrong people. Lucas hadn’t done it—he didn’t even know about the shipment. But in the cruel world of the mafia, innocence wasn’t a defense; it was just another opportunity to break someone.

One cold evening, walking home from a friend’s house, Lucas felt eyes on him. The streets were quiet, the air tense. Before he could turn around, a black van screeched to a halt beside him. Two men in dark suits leaped out, grabbing him before he could even scream. He was thrown into the back of the van, the door slamming shut, plunging him into darkness.

Inside the van, Lucas struggled, panic rising in his chest. He begged, his voice shaking, but no one responded. The men didn’t even speak to him. They drove in silence, their destination clear—*the warehouse*. A crumbling old building by the docks, where people disappeared.

When they dragged Lucas inside, the stench of mold and gasoline hit him, the flickering lights casting long, menacing shadows. There, seated in the center of the room, was Don Giovanni—the head of the mafia, a man with a reputation for cruelty.

"Lucas," the Don said softly, his voice like a whisper of death. "I hear you’ve been busy. A shipping container, full of things that don’t belong to you… missing. And your name, it’s come up. A mistake, I hope."

Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest. He could barely speak, his mouth dry with fear. "I didn’t… I didn’t take anything! I don’t know what you're talking about!"

The Don’s face darkened, a cold smile twisting his lips. "Let’s see if your memory improves."

Two of the men grabbed Lucas, dragging him to a wooden chair in the center of the room. They tied him tightly, binding his wrists and ankles so firmly that the rope cut into his skin. His heart raced as the first wave of blows came—fists slamming into his ribs, his face. Every punch sent pain ripping through him, his bones rattling. But this was only the beginning.

After the beating, Lucas slumped in the chair, bleeding, gasping for breath. But Don Giovanni wasn’t finished. He gave a small nod, and the men untied him from the chair, only to lift him onto a metal table, strapping his arms and legs down. Lucas struggled weakly, but it was no use. He was pinned.

One of the men stepped forward with a large, white rag. Lucas’s pulse quickened as they covered his face with it, pressing the cloth down tightly. His world plunged into darkness, and he could hear the sound of water sloshing in a bucket nearby.

"Let’s see if this refreshes your memory," Don Giovanni said, his voice cold.

Before Lucas could protest, water splashed down over the rag, drenching his face. At first, it felt like a wet blanket, the water soaking through. But then, suddenly, it was everywhere. The water rushed into his mouth and nose, filling his throat. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs screamed for air, but all he could inhale was water. It felt like drowning, but worse—because he wasn’t submerged, he was conscious, fully aware of every second of suffocation.

Lucas’s body thrashed violently against the table, desperate for oxygen. His mind screamed at him to breathe, but when he did, it was only water that entered his lungs. He gagged and choked, his throat raw, his chest heaving. The rag was drenched now, tightening over his face, and it was as if the entire world had turned to liquid.

Just when Lucas thought he would pass out, the water stopped. The rag was pulled away, and he gasped for air, coughing violently, sputtering as he struggled to breathe. The relief was brief.

"You see, Lucas," Don Giovanni said softly, stepping closer. "We can do this as long as it takes."

And with that, the rag was placed back over his face.

Another deluge of water followed. This time it was even worse. His body convulsed, his limbs pulling against the restraints so hard his wrists began to bleed from the friction. Every instinct screamed for survival, but there was no escape. He tried to turn his head, to gulp for air, but there was nothing but wet suffocation. His mind began to fracture, his thoughts slipping away into panic.

After what felt like an eternity, the water stopped again, but this time, they didn’t remove the rag. Lucas could barely breathe, his chest burning, his throat raw. He coughed beneath the soaked cloth, his breaths shallow and ragged. Tears streamed from his eyes, mixing with the water, his mind reeling in terror.

"Where are the drugs?" Don Giovanni asked, his voice eerily calm.

"I don’t know! Please! I swear, I don’t know!" Lucas sobbed, barely able to form the words.

The Don leaned closer, his expression darkening. "That’s a shame."

With a snap of his fingers, the water poured again, this time with brutal intensity. Lucas's body jerked violently, his mind plunging into the abyss of drowning. The world narrowed to the unbearable sensation of water flooding his lungs. He tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the rag, by the water.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed—minutes? Hours? Time lost all meaning as his consciousness flickered in and out. His body, once thrashing, now hung limp in the restraints. His mind was broken, shattered by the endless waves of suffocation and pain.

Finally, when his breaths had grown weak, barely more than shallow gasps, the rag was pulled away. But Lucas wasn’t even aware of it anymore. He lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, his body trembling uncontrollably. His lungs felt like they were on fire, his throat swollen and raw. He had nothing left to give.

Don Giovanni stood over him, his face expressionless. "It’s unfortunate, Lucas. But you see, this is the price of betrayal."

Lucas barely registered the words. His vision was blurry, his mind slipping into a haze of unconsciousness. He didn’t even see the gun when the Don raised it to his head. There was a soft pop, and Lucas’s body jerked once before going still.

The warehouse was silent again, the only sound the quiet dripping of water from the table. Lucas’s body lay there, broken and lifeless, another casualty of the mafia’s relentless pursuit of power. They never found the missing drugs, but Lucas had paid the price for a crime he didn’t commit.

And in the cold, dark warehouse, the echoes of his last gasps faded into nothing.

NEW ALBUM, 9 LIVES - CATS CLASSICAL MUSIC IS OUT NOW!

Instagram: @shirleylymusic

Shirley Ly is a self-taught British female contemporary classical music composer from Greenwich in London, United Kingdom, with Chinese and Vietnamese heritage. She has composed over 40 pieces for solo piano / violin / cello, duets, trios, quartets and quintets. She has produced 4 albums: 9 Lives (2023), Paradise (2023), Blossom (2021), and Impetus (2018) and released multiple singles i.e. Olive Tree (2024), Emerald (2023), and London Strive (2023). Her music has been played around a million times across more than 100 countries around the world spanning six continents, including by BBC radio. Shirley plays the piano in all of her pieces.
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The pieces in her albums aim to capture her reflections on life experiences relating to nature (i.e., swallows' journeys to their nests, the seasons, swans), living in London, dance, relationships with family and other loved ones, travel (i.e. to Berlin, Amsterdam), and dreams. Paradise (2023) is inspired by her experiences of swimming, diving, sailing, and surfing in the ocean, and she hopes that her music can further emphasise its importance. 
 
9 Lives (2023) is inspired by the beauty, charm and mysteriousness of cats. She lives in London with her five cats, and gain a lot of inspiration from them. This album aims to raise money for animal charities in areas which need support the most.

She is currently working on classical and electronic music works inspired by her travels in Southeast Asia.

All works are protected by copyright. Please do not use them without permission.

© Shirley Ly

It’s a Dirty Techno Disco…. 🪩 
Dance - let yourself fall into the fog and be enchanted.

New tracks tagged #WEDDING