I’m an Electronic House Music Producer that lives in the U.S. and love all genres of techno music. I’ve been producing music with Windows and Linux Software since I was 19 years old (I’m 25 going on 26 now). My favorite program(s) of all being Image-Line’s FLstudio and Propellerhead’s Reason.
You can listen to Demo versions of my music:
You can listen to and/or download the Full versions of my music:
Time to “Turn In Your Soul” is the Demo set and “Pandora’s Box” is the Full set.
Make sure to leave some Feedback and download the songs that you like!
Since my music is under a Creative Common’s Licence, you’re free to Download, Distribute, and Copy ALL of my Music so long as you remember to Credit me (DeeJay Dayz)!
Once I make a donation account, I’ll set up a link to help support the Music Project I’ve dubbed as Pandora’s Box.
If you feel more comfortable staying on Tumblr, you can always use this link
which will let you Listen to, Like, and Download any Song of your choice.
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot! I’ll be creating a torrent link to help Distribute the music under the Creative Common’s Licence since Soundcloud only allows up to 100 Free Downloads. That way, once it locks up, the music will still be accessible through your fellow peers.
Remember: Sharing and Downloading is NOT illegal. Sharing Copyrighted material is!
Charlie Noonan was an amateur folklorist who travelled throughout the South and Southwestern United States during the early years of the 20th century, collecting tall tales and stories of the supernatural. According to his wife, Ellie, Charlie was told a story one day by an Oklahoma farmer about a strange woman who lived alone on an isolated property in the panhandle. The farmer claimed the woman was not a woman at all, but something else, something that hid its true nature beneath a headscarf and was never seen without a large dog by its side. Noonan was apparently intrigued enough to try searching for the woman during one of his research road trips. He was never seen again.
Ellie Noonan was later contacted by a Tulsa pawnbroker who remembered reading about her husband’s disappearance in the papers, after finding his name engraved on a camera sold to him by an itinerant. The pawnbroker returned the camera, and Mrs. Noonan had the film inside developed in the hopes of finding a clue as to his whereabouts. This was the only photo on the roll. Unfortunately, neither the location of the property, nor the name of the farmer who told him the story was recorded in Noonan’s notes. x