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Dreamscaper (a.k.a. Byron Crowfoot) creates hard/soft/melodic/deep Electronic music, and has been producing for over 13 years now. This is his passion and has always been and always will be.

Dreamscaper has created over 40 top tracks for every Electronic genre imaginable. He's an artist whose music will capture your aural senses and take your mind on a musical expedition through every variation of Electronic music. He enjoys making Trance, Drum and Bass and Ambient tracks because of the deep and rich atmospheric melodies that derive from the emotional influence through his musical capabilities. He uses Reason 4.0 for almost all of his music mixing along with ReCycle, ReBirth, ReLoad, and CubaseSX for sampling, PCF (Pattern Controlled Filtering), smooth AKAI format conversion, and MIDI editing.

He would love to get his music produced and distributed to as many people who like it just as equally. Popularity isn't really important to Dreamscaper; He just wants to communicate to as many people as possible with the emotions he conveys through his music. People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care. Never stop caring. "I make music because I really enjoy expressing my creativity. And I can express so much of my creativity through my music."

~Byron Crowfoot

Rock is a bore
Hip-Hop is a snore
Country I just ignore
Rap is like audio war
Heavy-Metal makes my ears sore
Disco should've died in '74
Electronic I love to the core
(People are going to hate me for stating this, so I won't state anymore.)

Now I wasn't raised at gunpoint
And I've read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks

And I ain't got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though I grew up in the ghetto
And my friends all sold drugs,

And though that may validate me
For a spot on Mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,

I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that I learned
I thought this fool had flamed me
Just because it was my turn.

I posted a new track about him
Because I knew he wouldn't do it
If somebody here could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,

And maybe in your eyes
It may seem I got punked out
Because I walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.

But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth I couldn't find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind

Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my tap.

Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,

In that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that voters are strange...
While you're surfing Our Stage for that "famous" artists' next track,
Give a review for the wisdom that you so desperately lack

When that decision comes talk to strangers before you vote
Don't even think about electing "0" for this track I just wrote
Unless you're absolutely sure that you can absolutely prove it
That our tracks we work so hard on are actually full of shit

When the family fails and friends lead you astray
And Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and turns out this world is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they're about
Perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

Maybe you'll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You'll have someone to hold your hand,

Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.

And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You'll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,

Because that's the only way
We're going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.

Infact we're high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,

And no-one seems to recognize
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And voters are the strife,

And the strife was the bottomless pit
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,

And that's what I've been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching the charts like what the fuck son,
This is foul

But that's where music artists represent
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain't trying to fit in.

But this ain't for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.

And when I look at you,
I know I'm not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There's nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who's time
Has come.