Feliks- Dark Room

 The "Dark Room" Chronicles: How I Accidentally Wrote a Novel for the Dance Floor

They say "less is more," but apparently, I didn’t get the memo.

I just finished my latest house track, "Feliks - Dark Room," and looking at the lyrics, I realized I didn’t just write a song; I wrote a three-act Shakespearean tragedy. I got so caught up in giving the story a "beginning, middle, and end" that I forgot people are supposed to, you know, dance to this, not sit in a library with reading glasses.

My buddy James, a veteran of the electronic scene, once gave me the golden rule: "Just vibe, man. Don't overstuff it. Let it breathe!"

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But no. I went full-on Hemingway. I went into a deep dive about love, soul-searching, and the human condition. Meanwhile, the reality of a house track is much simpler: nobody on a packed, sweaty dance floor is analyzing my metaphors while they’re squeezed between a stranger’s shoulder and a guy screaming "WHO’S BUYING THE NEXT ROUND?!" into their ear.

The LA Lesson: Art vs. Overkill

I have a friend in LA who learned this the hard way. He spent weeks and a small fortune filming a music video. He tried to cram a feature-length cinematic plot into a three-minute pop song. He was reshooting, editing, and pulling his hair out until he was physically and financially exhausted. The result? Total silence. A "flop" as they say.

It reminds me of that brutal industry phrase: "Sht In, Sht Out." If the song doesn’t have that core charisma—if you’re trying to force a vibe that isn’t there—the camera sees it, and the speakers definitely hear it. You can’t polish a lack of soul, no matter how much money you throw at the lens.

Why "Dark Room"?

Now, here’s the funny part. The song is called "Dark Room," but the lyrics have absolutely nothing to do with a dark room. There’s no mention of shadows, dim lighting, or developing film.

The title exists simply because I spent hours—days, probably—sitting in my own literal dark room, hunched over a keyboard like a mad scientist, obsessively tweaking notes and over-complicating sentences until this track finally popped out. It’s a souvenir of my own isolation.

For me, these "home-cooked" audio and video projects are therapy. They’re what I do when life feels like a mess and I need to feel like I’m in control of something, even if that "something" is a house track with too many words.

"The secret of being a bore is to tell everything." — Voltaire

I guess Voltaire would have hated my first draft.

So, here it is: Dark Room. It’s a bit too wordy, the video cost exactly zero dollars, and it was born out of a mild existential crisis. But hey, at least it’s honest.

Listen to the track below and tell me if you can find the plot—or just ignore me and vibe.