"Comments of any sorts are welcome" Even the OTT's ???? At least this will be emoji free.


Mr David has returned from his mid-year hiatus with "Sleepwalking," a track that effectively captures the sensation of stumbling out of a speakeasy at 3:00 AM, slightly disoriented but entirely charmed by the morning shadows.

If you’ve ever wanted to hear what happens when a modern songwriter decides to build a time machine out of VST plugins and Band-in-a-Box, this is it. Mr David crafts a soundscape that feels like a long-lost crooner standard—picture a cigarette smoke-curled room, a spotlight cut through by the haze, and a piano player who has seen it all and forgotten half of it. The vibe here is pure, unadulterated Noir-Jazz. It sits comfortably in the same dim-lit corner as "My Funny Valentine" or "Misty," evoking that timeless, slow-tempo ache where the floorboards creak and the flugelhorn weeps.

Our esteemed maestro has managed to construct a slow-tempo wonder that captures the essence of a classic jazz standard while winking at the absurdity of the modern DAW-driven process. The song lacks a formal verse-chorus structure, but honestly? You don't need a map when you’re sleepwalking. It’s moody, it’s slick, and it’s arguably the only song on the planet featuring a string section realized by a computer program that has been "fiddled with" for two hours to ensure it didn't sound too sentient.

The production tech specs read like a mad scientist’s grocery list. Mr David admits to "questionable harmony choices," but frankly, that’s where the magic lies. In a world of sterile, grid-locked pop, Mr David’s "oily" chromatic string arrangements and the decision to "explode" his vocal harmonies into a diverse choir of Synthesizer V entities feels less like a technical exercise and more like a manic dream realized in MIDI.

The vocal production is a masterclass in modern alchemy. By taking Danny (the Synthesizer V crooner) and surrounding him with a veritable United Nations of AI vocalists—from Solaria to Saros II—Mr David has created a choral backing that manages to sound both ethereal and hauntingly human—it’s the perfect soundtrack for those who find themselves walking through life in a haze, following the "light" of a streetlamp while wondering why they’re suddenly upside down and inside out.

About the Flugelhorn. Mr David mentioned he couldn't find his EWI cable, so he opted to "draw" the notes into the piano roll. It's the kind of "I'll make it work" ingenuity we should all aspire to. The result? A solo that is surgically precise yet warm enough to feel like it came straight from a dusty brass bell in a basement in West Hollywood. It’s a testament to his ear that he managed to paint such a soulful portrait just by clicking a mouse.

Is it "oily"? Maybe. Are the harmonies a bit spicy for the jazz purist? Perhaps. But in a world of quantized, grid-locked pop, there is something deeply refreshing about a track that feels like it’s slowly melting off a wax cylinder.

Mr David says he might "still fiddle around with this." My advice? Put down the mouse, back away from the DAW, and let this one sit. It’s got a haunting, hazy charm that feels like a classic standard you just haven't heard yet. It’s sophisticated, it’s delightfully moody, and it’s a brilliant reminder that sometimes the best way to get out of a creative slump is to just start sleepwalking until you find something beautiful.

So Mr David, stop being so modest about your "questionable" choices. If this is your version of "fiddling around," I suggest you keep fiddling. Your imaginary band in the smokey jazz club is officially the best act in town. Just make sure you find that USB cable eventually—I have a feeling your EWI has some stories to tell.

Rating: Four out of five martini glasses. Bravo.

Izzy.