Demi Dopamine

20/03/2026

20/03/2026

Infinity Vol. 1 is what happens when you have a couple days off tour, you’re in between albums, watching XOXO and John Wick 4, and suddenly think, we should make beats like this.

So we did.

We made this entire album in 2 days… yeah lol, that’s how tuned in we were.

This was March 2025, before Suno was even an itch in a producer’s scalp. Just pure creative flow—no pressure, no expectations.

Definitely not our usual genre, which makes it even funnier how deep we got into techno, EDM, and house. A week later we were like… what actually just happened?

Then we got over-analytical, thought we needed vocalists, went down the SoundBetter rabbit hole, and turned it into a whole unnecessary situation.

Artists create what they’re inspired by, not what others think they should be.

Idk, it’s been a year already and I’m sick of being overly precious with work that was meant to be released in the moment.

So here it is.

Raw. Random. Unhinged.

Listen to it during a kickass cardio session.
Flow rolling in jiu-jitsu.
At Burning Man.
In your midlife crisis sports car.
At some random underground vampire rave in Europe.
Swearing at strangers in video games.
Or while laying it on your lover.

Blast it loudly for your older relatives who think electronic music is a sin and "not real music."

Honestly… place it in movies, car commercials—wherever it fits.

Share it with your friends and tell them it sounds like a couple of geriatric millennials made it instead of some mysterious DJ with a one-word name 😂

Infinity Vol. 1 by Demi Dopamine & Vince Esquire.

13/11/2025

Being a writer means becoming a witness — to the world, to others, and to the hidden corners of ourselves. It’s seeing through people and moments with a clarity most never stop long enough to notice. And with that gift comes the frightening part: telling the truth as we see it. Not the polished version, not the version that makes us look perfect, but the raw, vulnerable reflections that reveal both our shadows and our light. Sometimes we hesitate because honesty can make us look flawed or harsh — but truth has its own integrity, and I’m learning to honor it.

Here is a poem I was hesitant to share, but I feel called to share it now.

“The False Healer”

Some women grow older with grace,
softening into wisdom,
roots deep in the earth.

And then there are the others…

The ones who wander the room
like starving spirits,
a wilted flower still trying
to seduce the sun.

They hover,
swirling their perfume of desperation,
restless hips pacing back and forth
in front of any spotlight that will have them.

Calling themselves healers
while siphoning warmth
from anyone who stands too close.

Their eyes hunt for admiration,
their hands reach for energy
they never learned to cultivate
within themselves.

A succubus wearing the mask of a sage,
casting shadows instead of blessings.

I’ve learned to step aside
when I feel that hollow hunger,
that spiritual imitation.

Not all who chant are holy.
Not all who age become elders.
And not every woman who smiles
comes with light in her hands.

Some simply come to take.

✍🏽Demi Dopamine ©️
🎨Painting : A Grotesque Old Woman, possibly Princess Margaret of Tyrol, c.1525-30

27/10/2025

💀⚡️ Kanekoa’s annual Dead Halloween Show at Ocean Vodka was killer! 🔪🎃
The crowd, the costumes, the vibes — absolutely unreal. 👻🕷️

🌈 Maui, you always bring the magic. Mahalo for keeping live music alive on the island. 🤙🏽🎶

🎸 Catch Kanekoa live every Sunday at Nalu’s South Shore Grill in Kihei, 7–9 PM — let’s keep the jam alive! 🌺💫

21/10/2025

POV: I take my chihuahua everywhere 💕🐾

18/10/2025

Outfit of the day🦆

17/10/2025

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17/10/2025

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