Ethereal glitch trap with angelic chopped vocals & booming 808s. #justwannahavefun

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Rain clicks on the window
Tea breathes in my hands

Faded hoodie, quiet room
Warm lamp glowing through the gloom
Old notebooks spread on the floor
Memories drifting to the door
I don’t rush to pull them back
They keep me gentle when I crack

And it’s fine
Sitting here inside my mind
In the quiet I can find
Little pieces left behind

Loose papers flutter in the breeze
Late-night hum from the old TV
I count the moments as they pass
Like dust caught in a pane of glass
Solitude wraps around my chest
Not heavy, just a place to rest

And it’s fine
Sitting here inside my mind
In the quiet I can find
Little pieces left behind

Soft rain
Soft glow
I stay
I know

And it’s fine
Sitting here inside my mind
In the quiet I can find
Little pieces left behind

And it’s fine

It's still a demo that needs some tweaking, but I wanted to share it before 2026 :D

Spotlights rise.
Twelve glitter doors swing open.
The orchestra swells with gossip, glitter, and disaster.
Welcome to the year Broadway itself couldn’t script.

[ACT I GLITTER IN THE SNOW]

[Scene January]
January!
Three celebrity divorces before the 5th boom!
A rapper’s trial streams like prime time TV.
K pop teasers crash apps;
A megastar soft launches her “mystery man.”
Tabloids ignite, dancers spin in paparazzi strobe light.

Oh January, you walk onstage already on fire.

[Scene February]
February!
Super Bowl show explodes, screens melt from coast to coast.
A diva announces her world tour mid high note.
A leaked album drops on Telegram at dawn.
A BAFTA gown becomes the internet’s new religion.

Fame is a bargain bin jewel…
But screenshots last forever.

[Scene March]
March!
AI fakes a superstar duet, half the world falls for it.
At the Awards, the wrong winner named,
Gasps, boos, chair scoots, total Broadway chaos.
A K drama couple confirms dating, servers combust.

March, you shine like a spotlight…
And stab like a prop knife.

[ACT II THE SEASON OF MELTDOWNS]

[Scene April]
April!
Coachella brings fainting divas, surprise reunions,
And an influencer kicked out for illegal drone shots.
A billionaire launches skincare, instantly accused of copying.

Cancelled tours, surprise drops,
Yet we keep buying tickets.

[Scene May]
May!
Met Gala steps: couture, claws, and cold smiles.
Eurovision detonates in political subtweets.
A boyband “hiatus” breaks half the planet’s heart.

Every like, a prayer
Whispered to the algorithm.

[Scene June]
June!
A breakup posted, deleted, reposted, captured forever.
A DJ arrested mid festival, crowd keeps dancing.
A mega influencer wedding spawns a documentary trilogy.

Fire in the DMs,
Fire in the comments,
June dances on the ruins.

[Scene July]
July!
A blockbuster flops so hard the studio vanishes tweets.
A rapper drops three diss tracks before sunrise.
A luxury brand CEO cries on livestream, donations disabled.

Rumors rise like floodwater…
And drown apologies.

[ACT III JUDGMENT AND OTHER NATURAL DISASTERS]

[Scene August]
August!
VMAs: mic snatch, wardrobe failure, backstage brawl, all trending.
An AI idol debuts and outsells real humans.
A Netflix doc destroys two celebrity careers overnight.

Metal minds write perfect songs;
Humans write perfect scandals.

[Scene September]
September!
Venice Film Festival, ovations, walkouts, chaos in couture.
A pop memoir leaks early, lawyers sprint through stage left.
A supermodel falls on the runway, trends for days.

Verdicts fall on albums, outfits,
And entire lives.

[Scene October]
October!
A royal family meltdown dominates global feeds.
A midnight diss track tags half the industry.
A billionaire’s yacht party becomes PR hell.
A hurricane cancels festivals; influencers film “sad aesthetic” content.

Storms erase cities…
But never headlines.

[Scene November]
November!
Award season snubs ignite online riots.
A K pop contract war becomes global news.
Black Friday erases three celebrity brands.
A pregnancy reveal mid concert breaks the internet.

We chase applause
Even while burning every bridge.

[Scene December]
December!
Year end lists spark fandom civil wars.
A holiday duet climbs to No. 1.
Three feuding celebs publicly reconcile, tears, lights, clicks.
And the final scandal drops at 23:58.

Year of stans, streams, beefs, leaks, comebacks, collapses, resurrections.
Phones glow like candles in a cathedral of drama.
At midnight we close your feed,
Only to swipe again.
Hello next year…
May you be worse.

2025 Recap : the Avant Garde Broadway Musical

moody, dark trap mixed with ethereal chopped melodies, deep 808s,  & memphis acapella

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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.

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