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whos here after nintendo purged all the wind waker tracks on youtube?

Everyone hated the graphic as it was released and now Look at the comments. How the turn tabled

People who uploads relaxing music mixes should stop puting adds within the video :/

love what the video is trying to do but omg so many adds like every 3 min some are fine but every 3 min is crazy

What 10:38 called ?

Played this as a teen. Now I have 3 boys with my ex wife. My youngest is a happy boy with blonde hair. Kind of looks like Link. Every time I FaceTime them or they get to visit he wants to play it. The start menu music makes me think of him specifically because it’s something we bonded over. I miss him.

>"Relaxing Music" >Grandma's Theme starts playing. Now "relaxing" tears down my cheeks.

why am i crying listening to this?

I need ww HD for switch. Nintendo plz 😭

The last song is so dear to my heart

I absolutely love this mix, but my one complaint is that there's no Deku Palace. Majora's Mask is one of my favorite Zelda games and it's definitely one of the most underrated games of the series.

C'était mieux avant

Wind waker is the second best game of all time with final fantasy 7 coming in first

Thank you so much 🥰

Whenever I have to think about what parts of different Zelda games would make my perfect Zelda, I always think that I’d want the music of wind waker and the story to be like wind waker with controls like wind waker and the items of wind waker with an art style like wind waker and an open world the way wind waker did it. Then I’m overcome with the urge to play my perfect Zelda that already exists

Listening to this while painting, and feeling the nostalgia was wonderful.. Thanks for making this!!

so mush as soon put into these songs, when grandma’s theme started playing my eyes instantly started watering thinking of the scene when link leaves her to go save his sister

"Relaxing music" --Boss music starts

Windwaker was the best game and nothing will persuade me to think otherwise

Great playlist, thank you!

As an avid gamer, I've found solace in the virtual world, especially during my battles with anxiety and bouts of depression. Video games have been my sanctuary, my escape, and my teachers. There are plenty of games that transformed my life and myself as a person in some way but I will mention only three in this post because, for some reason, they were most impactful. Minecraft taught me the beauty of creation and patience. Building block by block it mirrored life's journey, reminding me that every small step counts towards constructing my own masterpiece. Botanicula was a balm to my soul. Its enchanting world, filled with quirky creatures and soothing music, was a gentle reminder of the joy and wonder life holds, even in its simplest forms. The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks truly left an permanent mark on me. The game's unique time-traveling mechanic resonated deeply with me. It allowed me to experience different timelines, to make choices, and to see their consequences unfold. This was a powerful metaphor for life, reminding me that every decision shapes our path, and even if we can't change the past, we can learn from it and shape a better future. The game's intricate plot and challenging gameplay kept me engaged, providing a much-needed distraction from my anxieties. It taught me resilience, as I faced defeat only to rise again, stronger and wiser. It was more than just a game; it was a journey that helped me navigate through my darkest days. Video games provided me with lessons, comfort, and an outlet for expression. They became my silent companions, helping me understand myself better and giving me the strength to face my real-life challenges so my question to you is how did video games change your life for the better?

Awesome music

When I was young, my brother Sam and I eagerly awaited our summer visit to our grandparents' house. The cozy cottage, adorned with memories of generations past, held a special place in our hearts. One summer, while rummaging through the dusty attic, we stumbled upon a treasure - an old Nintendo Entertainment System. Among the forgotten boxes, we found a game cartridge that seemed to shimmer with promise - "The Legend of Zelda." Excitement coursed through us as we hooked up the ancient console to the TV, our fingers tingling with anticipation. Together, we embarked on a journey through the land of Hyrule, navigating dungeons, solving puzzles, and battling monsters. Our laughter echoed through the house as we cheered each other on, sharing the thrill of discovery. Under the watchful eyes of our grandparents, Sam and I delved deeper into the game, immersing ourselves in the rich tapestry of Hyrule's lore. We marveled at the courage of the hero, Link, and the timeless quest to rescue Princess Zelda from the clutches of the evil Ganon. As the summer faded and the days grew shorter, our adventures in Hyrule came to an end. But the memories lingered, etched into the fabric of our childhood like the creases in an old photograph. Years passed, and Sam followed his dreams, enlisting in the military to serve our country. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my brother, knowing that our bond would endure even in the face of distance and adversity. Christmas approached, casting a bittersweet shadow over my heart. The absence of my brother loomed large, a silent ache that echoed through the halls of our childhood home. Yet, amidst the twinkling lights and festive cheer, a package arrived - a gift from across the miles. With trembling hands, I unwrapped the parcel to reveal a familiar sight - a Nintendo Switch, adorned with the latest installment of our beloved game series: "The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild." Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the significance of Sam's gift - a reminder of our shared memories, and a promise of new adventures yet to come. In the quiet of Christmas night, I fired up the console, my heart swelling with nostalgia and gratitude. As I embarked on a new journey through the wilds of Hyrule, I felt Sam's presence beside me, a beacon of hope and resilience in a world fraught with uncertainty. Through the magic of pixels and pixels alone, Sam and I found solace in our shared love for a game that transcended time and space - a testament to the enduring power of brotherhood, and the unbreakable bonds that unite us all.

If Zelda has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Zelda has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Zelda has only one fan then that is me. If Zelda has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Zelda, then I am against the world.

Where princess peach at

🔥🔥🔥

Amazing animation and music, giving me too much nostalgia

Ocarina of Time walked so Majora's Mask could run.

Clash royale is the best

Such a good time

I miss my childhood 😢❤😂

Zelda music hits different 😊

This one’s my favorite

Love this ❤❤

Boutta pass my test thanks to the fire creation. Thank you🙏

Ok, this is amazing content bro keep it up and I already have subscribed to you I think so you have my full support. If you need anything just ask and I’m there for you.

In the lush canopy of the forest, nestled among the whispering leaves, I, a young sparrow, awaited my moment of flight. With trembling wings and a heart filled with both excitement and trepidation, I perched on the branch, feeling the gentle breeze beckoning me. The older birds had spoken of the freedom and exhilaration that awaited beyond the confines of the earth, and I longed to taste the sky's embrace. With a deep breath, I unfurled my wings, feeling the air currents lift me gently. As I soared higher, the world below transformed into a tapestry of colors and wonders, a sight I had never beheld from my humble nest. With each beat of my wings, I felt the magic of flight coursing through my veins, carrying me to new heights of understanding and wonder. In that moment, I realized that learning to fly was not just about mastering the art of flight but also about discovering the boundless possibilities that awaited beyond the horizon. And as I danced among the clouds, I knew that this newfound freedom would forever be etched into the fabric of my being, a testament to the magic of learning and the power of dreams.

As a former SR-71 pilot, and a professional keynote speaker, the question I'm most often asked is "How fast would that SR-71 fly?" I can be assured of hearing that question several times at any event I attend. It's an interesting question, given the aircraft's proclivity for speed, but there really isn't one number to give, as the jet would always give you a little more speed if you wanted it to. It was common to see 35 miles a minute. Because we flew a programmed Mach number on most missions, and never wanted to harm the plane in any way, we never let it run out to any limits of temperature or speed. Thus, each SR-71 pilot had his own individual “high” speed that he saw at some point on some mission. I saw mine over Libya when Khadafy fired two missiles my way, and max power was in order. Let’s just say that the plane truly loved speed and effortlessly took us to Mach numbers we hadn’t previously seen. So it was with great surprise, when at the end of one of my presentations, someone asked, “what was the slowest you ever flew the Blackbird?” This was a first. After giving it some thought, I was reminded of a story that I had never shared before, and relayed the following. I was flying the SR-71 out of RAF Mildenhall, England , with my back-seater, Walt Watson; we were returning from a mission over Europe and the Iron Curtain when we received a radio transmission from home base. As we scooted across Denmark in three minutes, we learned that a small RAF base in the English countryside had requested an SR-71 fly-past. The air cadet commander there was a former Blackbird pilot, and thought it would be a motivating moment for the young lads to see the mighty SR-71 perform a low approach. No problem, we were happy to do it. After a quick aerial refueling over the North Sea , we proceeded to find the small airfield. Walter had a myriad of sophisticated navigation equipment in the back seat, and began to vector me toward the field. Descending to subsonic speeds, we found ourselves over a densely wooded area in a slight haze. Like most former WWII British airfields, the one we were looking for had a small tower and little surrounding infrastructure. Walter told me we were close and that I should be able to see the field, but I saw nothing. Nothing but trees as far as I could see in the haze. We got a little lower, and I pulled the throttles back from 325 knots we were at. With the gear up, anything under 275 was just uncomfortable. Walt said we were practically over the field-yet; there was nothing in my windscreen. I banked the jet and started a gentle circling maneuver in hopes of picking up anything that looked like a field. Meanwhile, below, the cadet commander had taken the cadets up on the catwalk of the tower in order to get a prime view of the fly-past. It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us but in the overcast and haze, I couldn't see it.. The longer we continued to peer out the window and circle, the slower we got. With our power back, the awaiting cadets heard nothing. I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better cross-check the gauges. As I noticed the airspeed indicator slide below 160 knots, my heart stopped and my adrenalin-filled left hand pushed two throttles full forward. At this point we weren't really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. Just at the moment that both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame (and what a joyous feeling that was) the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the tower. Shattering the still quiet of that morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their face as the plane leveled and accelerated, in full burner, on the tower side of the infield, closer than expected, maintaining what could only be described as some sort of ultimate knife-edge pass. Quickly reaching the field boundary, we proceeded back to Mildenhall without incident. We didn't say a word for those next 14 minutes. After landing, our commander greeted us, and we were both certain he was reaching for our wings. Instead, he heartily shook our hands and said the commander had told him it was the greatest SR-71 fly-past he had ever seen, especially how we had surprised them with such a precise maneuver that could only be described as breathtaking. He said that some of the cadet’s hats were blown off and the sight of the plan form of the plane in full afterburner dropping right in front of them was unbelievable. Walt and I both understood the concept of “breathtaking” very well that morning, and sheepishly replied that they were just excited to see our low approach. As we retired to the equipment room to change from space suits to flight suits, we just sat there-we hadn't spoken a word since “the pass.” Finally, Walter looked at me and said, “One hundred fifty-six knots. What did you see?” Trying to find my voice, I stammered, “One hundred fifty-two.” We sat in silence for a moment. Then Walt said, “Don’t ever do that to me again!” And I never did. A year later, Walter and I were having lunch in the Mildenhall Officer’s club, and overheard an officer talking to some cadets about an SR-71 fly-past that he had seen one day. Of course, by now the story included kids falling off the tower and screaming as the heat of the jet singed their eyebrows. Noticing our HABU patches, as we stood there with lunch trays in our hands, he asked us to verify to the cadets that such a thing had occurred. Walt just shook his head and said, “It was probably just a routine low approach; they're pretty impressive in that plane.” Impressive indeed. Little did I realize after relaying this experience to my audience that day that it would become one of the most popular and most requested stories. It’s ironic that people are interested in how slow the world’s fastest jet can fly. Regardless of your speed, however, it’s always a good idea to keep that cross-check up…and keep your Mach up, too.

Wow great content bro. I would like to see a livestream when you get enough subscribers to livestream Zelda. Also love that it’s in 4K quality.

Amazing music that reminds of childhood. Many thanks for you making these video.