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"Om mezelf eraan te herinneren dat het zonder zonden zonde van mijn geboorte is"(D. Verhulst) Attempting fast play on big carnatic murchang (soft pitch)Improvising on South Indian Carnatic murchang (big)
Improvising on small south indian carnatic murchang with very hard reed and high pitch Improv on small carnatic south indian murchang (high pitch)
TWO DOPE-BOY'S AND AN OVERTONE !! --1on1I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.* *Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.**"you may stop the party, but you can't stop the future" !!!

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...just like music

Some say it all started with an easy-peasy limerick, others say some guy invented it when he was lovesick... Music is the soul of men, music is the heart. Every time and every place has its own soundt...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 12:41:00 GMT

No inspiration !!

Long time no writing, well... I just have to put something down ...But if there is no inspiration its just going to be bullshit .... and guess what : there is no inspiration, so, to spare me the crap ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:49:00 GMT

We need drugs...

We love life, but we love it even more, on dope ! We take chemicals to see how beautifull the world would be without chemicals. As long as there was a man there was a drug in that man's system, be it ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:13:00 GMT

Mississippi Blues-man part 3

They wandred the outskirts off Hawesville, Kentucky for a few days, untill they decided to head upstream the Ohio-river for a town called Carrsville, Kentucky. After a few days of travelling they foun...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:51:00 GMT

Mississippi Blues-man part 1

In a small town in America there was a man , a common man , a decent man , a man's man. He lived with his wife and his newborn baby at a creek in a small rusty shotgun-shack. The man was a poor man bu...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 04:47:00 GMT

Mississippi Blues-man part 2

The moment she saw him she gestured him franticly to stay away, when he approached her she told him : ' Stay-out of this, mister, this ain't your bussiness '. This is when he heared a second voice com...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 13:22:00 GMT

Roky Erickson

I stumbled upon the myth of Roky Erickson by coincident, I was broadening my knowledge of the 60's psychedelic music and downloaded a torrent file with 2 dozen of hits from that era. I heared " You're...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 04:19:00 GMT

The story of Storky Starvation

There once was a little boy in a country far far away, or close close by depending where you live, that little boy's name was Storky Starvation.Storky lived in a small village with his family and his ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 11:26:00 GMT

But .... WHY ?

Why is there a thing called myspace ? Why does this internet-phenomeneaexist ? Whats the purpose ? Why do we feel the need to categorize ourselfs (even the un-categorical people or whatever you want t...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 13:52:00 GMT