“Beloved Boston” is a love song for a city that feels like a heartbeat — salt in the air, brick in the bones, wind off the bay carrying stories older than memory. It’s a hymn for staying, for thaw after cold, for choosing home even when it hurts. Every image — the key in the lock, the hum of the Green Line, the lilacs on Commonwealth — belongs to someone who left and returned changed. This song is devotion carved in stone, a vow to the city that teaches you how to mend and mend again.

Beloved Boston

A quiet, hand-stitched ballad about holding on to what warms us: a blue ribbon under a tile, a jar of screws, seven red stitches, a paper crane folded in hard news. Intimate baritone, felt piano, nylon guitar, and soft strings carry a fragile promise through a laundry-room-turned-chapel. The chorus breathes in your hands and lifts into a gentle, human vow: keep one warm thing; let one thing drift.

What Remains

Christmas Chords" by 420 Sunlight is a laid-back LoFi journey through winter nights and quiet city streets.
This track is a gentle nod to the harmonies of "Last Christmas" by George Michael — built on a similar chord foundation, but drifting off into completely different musical thoughts.

No cover, no remix, no samples – just an original LoFi instrumental that takes the familiar feeling of a Christmas classic and reimagines it as a calm, reflective beat. Soft drums, warm keys and nostalgic textures create a cozy atmosphere for late-night studying, relaxing on the couch, or watching the snow fall outside your window.

Put on some headphones, slow down for a moment, and let these Christmas chords light up your winter with a soft, mellow glow. 🌫✨

Christmas chords

Slow candle of a song—grief tended into lasting love. Felted piano, low strings, and a hush of room tone cradle a voice that carries names like light. Images of rain on stone, breath on winter glass, and letters traced by hand move from night to first light. No grand gestures—just the steady work of remembering, and the quiet courage of walking on with what remains.

The Light You Left

A plainspoken winter vow set in frosted streets and a quiet thrift aisle. “Proof” turns small objects—string, ring, keys—into a life-sized promise. Acoustic intimacy grows into a crowd-ready chorus, where staying becomes the answer. Piano and guitar carry the heartbeat; breaths and room noise keep it human. For anyone who believes love is shown, not argued.

Proof

El Bronx sangra bajo el hielo.
Traición y lección entre sirenas.
Fuego que no se apaga, palabra que no muere.
Cemento frío… alma caliente.

Sangre En La Nieve

A cold, minor-key Appalachian grunge opener capturing the leaking Ford Ranger barely holding together on a winter night. Hollow guitars, distant banjo textures, and a tired, reflective vocal paint the scene of a young man leaving Florida behind with nothing but a pregnant wife, a U-Haul, and a truck bleeding oil.

HARD APPALACHIAN

OIL-BURNER RANGER (1999)

“The Wolf” is a cinematic folk-ballad about taking in a wounded wildness—about letting something feral, frightened, and starving finally rest. Soft piano, sighing strings, and close-mic’d vocals build a sanctuary of warm lamplight against a frozen world. The wolf is all hunger and frost; the narrator is all trembling mercy. As the orchestral swell rises, the song becomes a promise: you don’t have to roam, fight, or bare your teeth anymore. Not here. It’s intimate, mythic, and deeply human—perfect for quiet nights, healing hearts, and anyone who’s ever finally felt safe.

The Wolf

Melodic electronic track inspired by Saint Nicholas Day. Cold atmosphere, soft groove and winter holiday mood

Nicholas

❄️🫧 Sometimes winter isn’t cold — it’s calm. 🎹🎶

Midvinter came from that quiet space where light moves slowly through the dark, where every small shimmer feels like a breath in the frozen air.

The pads drift like distant snowdrifts, the soft chimes echo like frost settling on glass, and everything unfolds at its own pace. Nothing forced. Nothing rushed.

This track is a moment of stillness — a winter solstice inside the mind.

Close your eyes, breathe, and let the cold light carry you.

Midvinter

Producer blending techno-house with orchestral energy.
Cinematic, emotional, dark and modern sound.
Techno rhythms + expressive strings.
From Kyiv to the world.

I don’t just make music — I live inside it.
Every tone, every whisper, every drifting pad is part of something larger than words.

For years, I’ve shared pieces of my inner world openly —
moments of beauty, moments of struggle, and everything in between.
That hasn’t changed.

What has changed is that I now more carefully choose what I share, and what I don’t.
Life moves differently now, and creation follows that rhythm.

I still create.
I still explore the landscapes between chaos and calm.
But I no longer rush to release.
I share when time allows — and when it feels right.

Music is no longer something I push forward.
It’s something I care for and protect.
A place to breathe, to heal, and to stay grounded.

Ambient is my path, yet I never let boundaries define me.
Arpeggios, textures, and the occasional random plonk still guide my compass —
but away from the noise of metrics, trends, and endless expectations.

Success isn’t measured by what reaches the world.
It’s measured by what reaches me.

If you’re here — thank you.
If something resonates, that’s a beautiful bonus.
But the real journey now happens in the quiet 🌒
where music is no longer a product, but a sanctuary.

Peace 🫶

Jericho Records USA – The Story Behind the Sound

Welcome to Jericho Records USA.
This isn’t a traditional label — it’s the archive of a lifetime spent writing, recording, experimenting, breaking rules, and rebuilding myself through music.

The original Jericho Records was an independent label my father started in the 1950s. What you’re hearing here is something new — my continuation of that legacy, shaped by the times, the tools, and the life I’ve lived.

I grew up in a musical home. My father ran the church music ministry, my mother played piano, and I was singing before I could read. Drums at 5. Guitar at 7. Bass. Saxophone. Piano. Songwriting became the way I made sense of the world, and I’ve written close to a thousand songs — with thousands more to come. I later graduated from Full Sail University with a degree in Audio Production, blending old-school recording with modern technology.

You’ll notice the sounds here are diverse. That’s intentional.
I create under different artist names, different styles, different worlds — but the voice behind all of it is mine.

And to be fully transparent:

• Some tracks are traditional studio recordings — real drums, real guitars, real vocals, all performed by me.
• Some tracks blend live instruments, VSTs, and AI-assisted production.
• Some began as my raw guitar or vocal recording and were “covered” or re-interpreted through AI tools.
• Some are fully AI-generated compositions created from my prompts.
• But every song — no matter the method — was written by me and comes from real experiences, real chapters of my life.

AI, to me, is another instrument — another creative partner.
It doesn’t replace my voice or my story; it helps me bring more of it into the world.

Over the years I’ve worked with incredible people, including Dez Dickerson (Prince & The Revolution) and Tim Gaines (Stryper), and I’ve shared stages with bands like Drivin’ N’ Cryin, Corey Taylor, Saving Abel, Hinder, and Avenged Sevenfold. But the journey didn’t end there — it evolved.

Jericho Records USA is where all those chapters live at once:
the human hands, the digital experiments, the scars, the healing, the imagination, and the divine spark that keeps me creating.

If you’re here, I hope you find something that resonates — something that reminds you that music, in any form, is a lifeline.

— Jericho

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

EL3MENDO — HIJO DEL FUEGO
Afro-Cuban Hardcore Hip-Hop ⚡🔥

Born where faith collides with survival.
Raised on batá drums, sirens, and cement.

I channel Yoruba mysticism, New York boom-bap,
and Miami street fire into ritual sound.

Bars are prayers.
Verses are commands.

⚡ From the block to the altar — Fire Gospel only.

#StreetRitual #AfroCubanRap #FuegoDelBloque

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