I was born in 1963. I write songs since 1980, always as amateur. I just can't help It. If you want to have one L.P. of some of my songs, this is the link https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/juan-carlos-alquezar-in-the-subway-album

The night I met Inoxx & The Toxx, the city was drowning in its own reflections.

I was chasing what the department called the “Epic Journey case”: people who didn’t jump, didn’t run, didn’t die — they just stepped out of their lives after looping the same anonymous track on repeat. No body, no note. Just headphones on a pillow and a playlist full of ghosts.

Every scene looked the same. A laptop still warm. A browser paused on the same profile. One track spinning in the history, over and over: instrumental, trip-hop, strings, radio static and a heartbeat that wasn’t quite human. The last victim had renamed it “Nocturne: A Night of Wonders,” like they thought it was a private joke.

The trail pulled me uphill to a mansion that shouldn’t have had lights on at 2 a.m. Inside, the air tasted like old secrets. A grand piano waited by the fireplace. On the lid: three glasses, one half-empty, like someone had drunk their courage and left.

They were already there.

A punk with a green mohawk sat at the piano, leather jacket, Union Jack on the sleeve, fingers resting on the keys. By the window, a woman in a red dress watched the city. Her blue hair caught the glow from outside. Between them stood a tall figure in a velvet suit with an old computer monitor for a head, screen humming softly.

“Rough night, detective?” the monitor crackled. “Doesn’t look much like a Summer in Paris to me. Sit.”

I didn’t remember telling them I was a detective. I sat anyway.

The punk started to play. Slow, smoky chords. The kind of music that makes good decisions feel optional. It curled around my thoughts and dug up things I’d tried to bury. Regrets. Almosts. The people I hadn’t saved.

“That’s the one from the file,” I said. My voice sounded further away than it should have.

“In one version,” the woman murmured. “Out there they give it new names. Someone called it The Bright Side of the Moon once. Someone else named it after a person they should have let go. Some write Beware of the Quiet Girl in the title and pretend it’s not about themselves.”

She finally looked at me. Her eyes were too calm, like someone who’d seen every ending and stopped being surprised by any of them.

“The music doesn’t take them,” she said. “We don’t take them. They come here on their own. We just… give their feelings somewhere to live.”

In the corner, a tape machine turned, big reels spinning in a lazy circle. The labels were handwritten: track titles, dates, initials. I recognized some from the case files. One bartender had told me, “That song, it’s like it knows what you almost did.”

Then I saw it. My own initials. Same careful handwriting. Same date as tonight.

On the monitor, the image shifted. I watched myself open the front door, step into the room, drip on the carpet. Same coat. Same tired eyes. Same bad feeling dragging behind me like a second shadow. Behind that, another version of me. And another. Each one slightly different. A word changed here, a hesitation shaved off there. A dozen takes of the same scene.

“If you’re here,” the screen said, voice dropping into the mix, “it means you pressed play again.”

Time folded in my ears. I tried to stand, but the chords held me in place. I understood, suddenly, why no one left a note. You don’t write a goodbye letter to a song. You just hit play one more time and let it do the talking.

“That’s the real Epic Journey,” the punk said quietly, not looking at me. “Not running away. Finally letting the soundtrack match what’s inside your head.”

Moonlight slid across the room, erasing the corners. For a second, the salon didn’t feel like a place at all, more like the inside of a track: loops, echoes, reverb, tiny details you only hear on the tenth listen.

“That’s how it works here,” the woman in red said. “Nobody goes missing, detective.”

She leaned back into the shadows as the tape clicked and locked into place.

“They just stay in the song.”

QWAY-LO | Producer | Toronto, Canada
🔥 Beats that Hit Different 🔥

QWAY-LO is a heavyweight producer straight out of Toronto, known for crafting hard-hitting, atmospheric, and addictive beats that cut through the noise. Specializing in rap, hip-hop, trap, drill, cloud-rap, and everything in between, QWAY-LO brings years of professional experience to the booth — and it shows.

With a sharp ear for melody and rhythm, QWAY-LO has built a solid reputation in the underground and rising scenes, working closely with hyped up-and-coming artists and rappers who are pushing the sound forward. Whether you're looking for moody cloud vibes, dark drill textures, or club-ready trap anthems, QWAY-LO delivers beats that command attention and elevate bars.

Ready to collaborate with serious talent and always looking for the next wave to ride. If you're trying to make a statement with your next release, QWAY-LO has the sound to back it up.

🎧 Tap in and make something legendary.

Hello!! my name is hara. Nice to meet you.

I love music.
I like all kinds of music.
I love listening to music.

have a good life good luck. I hope for your happiness.

（はじめまして!！ハラと申します！）
（音楽が好きです）（どんな音楽も好きです）（色んな音楽を聴きます）
（貴方の未来の幸せを願います。幸運を！）



Hi, I go by the name of pete/pan aka p aka the p-man
and I'm a full stack artist targeting to hit nr 1 across the globe
without doing what works or what others except,
solely by realizing more and more of my and others potential.

"Stepping into someone's footsteps & modeling your idols is a sure way to success. But if everyone does that there wont be no more footsteps to step in"

"Being your most true self is the greatest gift you can make, whether it be for the world, for God or for your self. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts."

Quotes by me from my upcoming book
"alien mode" coming 2026

Hip hop artist From the Toronto Area, 48k plays🥂 64 World Records in Freestyle Footbag🏐 D'Champ has been hard at work for the past 10 years creating an empire. Equipped with a diverse range of rhythms and flows D'Champ works to continuously master his craft and propel the rap game further. Features and Bookings: dchamprap@yahoo.ca.

Hello, I'm Edeltraud Trncik, a songwriter who's been weaving melodies and lyrics for a long time. Music has been my faithful companion throughout this journey, inspiring me to create a diverse collection of songs that reflect my personal experiences and the world around me.

My passion lies in crafting heartfelt ballads. I pour my emotions and stories into each composition, striving to create authentic connections through my music. However, I always make sure to leave room for intuition and personal expression in my songwriting process.

I've been making music as a hobby alongside my husband. This partnership has been a source of joy and creativity, allowing us to grow together both personally and artistically. The synergy we've developed over the years shines through in every song we create.
Until now, I've primarily written songs for my own enjoyment and expression.
My songwriting draws inspiration from my own life experiences and current events that touch me. I believe that music has the power to tell stories, evoke emotions, and create connections. 
Through my songs, I invite listeners to see the world through my eyes - a world filled with melodies that speak to the heart and soul

AMOR*LEBEN*TODO
Music, Mystery, and the Multiverse of Michael Lemmer

Somewhere between a mountain echo and a memory of the future, AMOR*LEBEN*TODO hums.
It’s not just a label — it’s a living signal. A constellation of songs, poems, and visions beamed from the heart of the Rockies into every corner of the cloud.

This SoundCloud page is a crossroads — a place for wanderers and one-offs, sonic sketches and stray transmissions. Here drift fragments of the greater work: folk and funk, dream and data, dub and dawnlight. Every sound is part of a larger conversation — between art and accident, code and spirit, love and the long road home.

Founded by artist-producer Michael Lemmer, AMOR*LEBEN*TODO carries a simple mission: to keep the signal alive. The music, the words, the images — all vibrate from the same pulse. A celebration of life, love, and the strange electric hum that connects it all.

Tune in, drift wide, and listen closely.
Every track is a little transmission from the in-between.

pete/pan is following