LOGOS

Altaya - LOGOS 17 (Iliada III)

Everything that has a beginning has an end.

LOGOS 18 ( Illiada 4 (The End Of Adventure) )

When you observing home planet from home.

Logos 19 ( Elysium 2 )

Rooftop 69 Los-Angeles( 08.28.21 )

Let me introduce you this beautiful mix dedicated to the recently hosted "DecaDance" party in Los Angeles. 
 I appreciate your attention to my podcasts of the "Logos" series, so I try to create for you whole pictures painted with the best melodies of Organic and Deep House music.
 Enjoy!

DecaDance ( 09/25/2021 )

Logos

LOGOS 24 ( Magic Forest (Ritual 1 - Earth))

... The angel of the water laughed. This time he laughed for a long, very long time and it seemed to me as if he were expanding above me into a huge electric cloud from which lightning was about to strike. But it ended differently-the heavenly laughter seemed to exhaust him, and the chapel returned to its former appearance. The angel shrank to the size of his statue-and I realized that our conversation had exhausted him.

Logos 25 ( Magic Forest  (Ritual 2 - Water))

Logos 26 ( The Victorian 2 )

I feel it coming.  
With the greatest pleasure, I am presenting this beautiful Christmas gift to you! Wish you a magical Christmas event! 
It is almost here.

Logos 27 ( Christmas )

Logos 28 ( New Year 2023 )

LOGOS 29 ( Magic Forest (Ritual 3 - Air))

LOGOS 29 (Magic Forest (Ritual 3 - Air))

LOGOS 30 ( 03/10/23 : AYA Los Angeles )

It is nothing but a long summer trip thru Asia...

LOGOS 31 ( Himalaya )

LOGOS 32 ( Magic Forest (Ritual 4 - Fire))(BM Dedicated)

It's hard to express in words what I experienced during my first Burning Man set on Playa. This event took place on the first of September at sunset at the campground located on 7-C. 
 Huge thanks to the organizers of this camp and all the people there for creating this amazing experience! 
 Special thanks to the Modi Nochi ( Mudi Nochi 7-J) camp and everyone who was a part of it for this priceless experience!
 Special thanks to our camp leader Moshe Wilker, without you this extraordinary Burn would not have happened to me.

Altaya live at Burning Man 2023 ( Very Special Random Sunset on 7-C )

I can't recall the exact date of this breathtaking sunrise, but the memory of it remains vivid. Amidst the whirlwind of experiences during that Burn, this particular sunrise stands out as exceptionally warm and soul-stirring. I'm deeply grateful to the "Dacha" community for their hospitality, kindness, and love.

Burning Man 2023 (Sunrise)

Burning Man 2023 : Altaya Live : Dacha Camp : SunRise

In the hushed stillness of winter's night, a rare celestial spectacle graces the heavens. Silver stars, seldom seen in their descent, delicately twirl earthward, each a radiant messenger from the cosmic realms.

As they pirouette in the velvety darkness, these elusive silver stars leave behind trails of ethereal stardust. Their infrequent dance paints the midnight canvas with a magical luminescence, transforming the world into a scene plucked from the most enchanting of dreams.

In the midst of this celestial rarity, a curious child steps into the open, wrapped in the warmth of wonder. The silver stars, recognizing the exceptional moment, twinkle and swirl, creating a spellbinding display of magic that mirrors the child's awe.

With outstretched hands, the child catches one of these rarely seen silver stars—a tangible fragment of cosmic elegance now cradled in their palms. In that singular instance, time seems to stand still, encapsulated in the extraordinary allure of a winter fairytale.

Eyes aglow, the child releases the star back into the night sky. It rejoins its celestial companions, weaving rare spells of magic that cascade in shimmering waves over the slumbering world below.

And so, beneath the rarely witnessed silver-strewn heavens, the winter night spins its mystical yarn, where falling stars are not just celestial remnants but the rarest emissaries of pure, unbridled magic.

LOGOS 33 ( Winter Fairytales )  12.12.23

Once upon a January night in a secluded village shrouded in mist, there lived a young man named Ansell. As the village prepared for its grand annual celebration, Ansell received peculiar invitations that seemed to materialize from the ethereal depths of the forest. Eager to unravel the mysteries that whispered through the frosty air, he set out on his bicycle, the moon above glowing with an enigmatic golden hue.

The village, cloaked in a silvery fog, felt like a gateway to another realm as Ansell pedaled through the mist-laden streets. The outlines of houses were blurred by an otherworldly veil. Beyond the village's edge, the forest awaited, its secrets veiled in the icy embrace of January.

The moon, a cryptic guide in the winter night sky, cast an elusive light upon the snow-laden path. As Ansell delved into the heart of the forest, the air grew colder, and the trees, standing like ancient guardians, whispered secrets only the winter winds could comprehend. His bicycle wheels left imprints on the snow, each turn revealing silver glints, as if the forest floor hid a mosaic of forgotten tales beneath its January blanket.

The journey through the woods seemed endless, the silence broken only by the mysterious echoes of his surroundings. The towering pines, draped in veils of frost, held secrets passed down through the ages. The path unfolded like a riddle, winding through ancient groves and hidden clearings beneath the January moon's watchful eye.

Emerging from the mystical depths, Ansell found himself on the outskirts of a celebration bathed in an eerie glow. The village square, transformed into an enigmatic winter tableau, welcomed him with an atmosphere that hinted at enchantments yet to be revealed.

Ansell parked his bicycle, the silver glares from the snow clinging to its wheels like traces of a spectral journey through the January night. The distant strains of haunting melodies and muffled laughter echoed through the air, guiding him toward the heart of the clandestine January gathering.

Underneath the watchful gaze of the golden moon, Ansell and his friends danced in a mysterious rhythm, their laughter weaving into the shadows cast by the ancient trees. As the January night unfolded, the winter forest retained its secrets, sharing only glimpses of its enigmatic tales with those who dared to venture into its depths.

And so, in the heart of that cryptic January night, a young man named Ansell's journey through the bewitching winter forest led him to a celebration where mysteries and magic converged, leaving a trace of secrets lingering beneath the January moon's enigmatic glow.

Logos 34 ( Silver Glares ) 01.25.24

Once upon a time, in a land where summer forests were filled with magic, there lived a little girl named Lily. One warm evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned a brilliant shade of orange, Lily decided to take a walk through the nearby forest.

The path before her was lined with ancient trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Fireflies danced around her, their tiny lights twinkling like stars fallen to earth. As she walked, a faint and beautiful melody reached her ears, floating through the air like a whisper.

Curious and enchanted, Lily followed the music deeper into the forest. With each step, the melody grew clearer and louder, wrapping around her like a warm hug. The fireflies seemed to guide her, forming a sparkling trail along the path.

Lily's heart raced with excitement as she ventured further. The forest around her grew denser, the trees taller and more majestic. The music swelled, filling the air with a joyous tune that made her feet dance on their own. She twirled and spun, the fireflies swirling around her in a mesmerizing display.

Finally, the path opened up into a magnificent glade. The sight before her took her breath away. The glade was bathed in a soft, golden light, and at its center was a grand party unlike any Lily had ever seen. Mythical creatures of all kinds were gathered, celebrating together in harmony.

There were graceful fairies with shimmering wings, gentle centaurs with eyes full of wisdom, mischievous elves with laughter in their voices, and elegant unicorns with coats as white as snow. In the middle of it all, a band of woodland creatures played the beautiful music that had drawn Lily here.

The creatures welcomed her with open arms, their eyes sparkling with kindness. They danced and sang, their joy infectious. Lily joined in the festivities, her heart soaring with happiness. She danced with the fairies, laughed with the elves, and even rode on the back of a majestic unicorn.

The night wore on, but the magic of the glade never faded. The mythical creatures treated Lily like one of their own, and she felt a deep sense of belonging. As the first light of dawn began to peek through the trees, the music slowly quieted, and the creatures bid her a fond farewell.

Lily made her way back home, her heart full of the wonders she had witnessed. She knew that the memory of that magical night would stay with her forever, a beautiful secret shared with the enchanting beings of the summer forest.

And so, whenever she heard the distant strains of music carried on the breeze, she would smile, knowing that somewhere deep in the forest, the mythical creatures were still celebrating, waiting for the day she would return.

LOGOS 35 - Summer Fairytale

Laissez-vous emporter par des rythmes envoûtants pour une escapade musicale au coeur de la nature 🌲

Diffusion du 20.07.2024 sur la Radio du Bord de l'Eau @disquesduborddeleau

Guest: @anton-altaya

Pour cet épisode, j'ai le plaisir d'accueillir le talentueux Altaya. Producteur de musique house organique, Altaya a sorti des titres sur Bekool Records et Tebitania Records. Résident de Pure Ibiza Radio avec son émission "Hydrated", il est également un invité fréquent de KChung Radio pour "Deep Hour". Véritable oiseau de l'été, il partage son temps entre Los Angeles et Miami.

Tracklist:

Aetius Boutefoy – Savanna Church (Audiotones Remix)
Gonza Ponce – Mr. Sagan (Stranger Tourists Remix)
Ernes Guevara – Sanpaku Gan (Mauro Masi Remix)
Mauro Masi – No More
Ale Russo – True Colors (Nacho Varela & Cruz Vittor Vision)
M.O.S., Krasa Rosa – Willpower
Taleman – Habitat
Max Wexem – Life is all About Love
Aroma (IND) – Fight It Off (Rigooni Remix)
Birch (UK), SHRI (IND) – Hedera
Birch (UK), SHRI (IND) – Leela
Ventt – Mayaluga
Mindo. Pumbum – Glare (Rigooni Remix)
Arina Mur – Endless Summer (Vendtt Remix)

Into The Woods #30 /\ Guest: Altaya

Altaya's Diary: 
New Era:  Curiouser and Curiouser...

**Day 1: Arrival**

I’ve returned to Earth, drawn by the call of the desert. The vastness of the playa welcomes me, and I feel the familiar magic in the air. This journey, I sense, will be different—more profound than ever before.

___

**Day 2: The Awakening**

The city awakens with the dawn, a labyrinth of art and imagination. The Earthlings greet me with gifts, each one a piece of their soul. I’m captivated by their creativity, by the way they manifest dreams into reality.

___

**Day 3: The Fire Within**

Tonight, the desert was ablaze with fire dancers and the beat of drums. The energy was primal, stirring something deep within me. I feel a growing desire to contribute my own magic to this extraordinary gathering.

___

**Day 4: The Invitation**

Today, fellow travelers invited me to share my music at several gatherings. I’m thrilled at the opportunity to weave my melodies into the fabric of this place, to leave my mark on this world.

___

**Day 5: The First Performance**

Under the night sky, I performed my first set. The music flowed through me, connecting us all in a moment of shared magic. The experience was timeless, the memory of it already etched in my soul.

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**Day 6: The Echoes**

A quiet day of reflection. I revisited the places where my music had resonated, feeling the echoes still in the air. The Earthlings’ gratitude humbled me, their words affirming the impact of my melodies.

___

**Day 7: The Gathering**

Another performance, this time more intimate. Under the stars, I played softer, more introspective music. The connection with those gathered was deep, the peace profound—a contrast to the wild energy of previous nights.
___

**Day 8: The Gift**

The Earthlings presented me with a gift—a beautifully crafted instrument, a symbol of our shared bond. It’s a reminder of this journey and the magic we’ve created together.
___

**Day 9: Farewell**

It’s time to leave this world of wonder. As I pack, memories swirl around me like the desert winds. This journey has transformed me, and I’ll carry the echoes of this place with me until we meet again, Burning Man.
___
Will I come back next year?
Did I even get back from this one...

Burning Man 2024 (Sunset)

What a pleasant night that was... 
First day of Burn. So many special people. Everything is fresh and all fun is just ahead...

Burning Man 2024 - Dacha Camp ( Opener )

LOGOS 36 ( Star Dust )

Altaya - LOGOS 37 ( New Year (Last Year's Snow Was Falling))

Ketamagic ( LA ) Logos 38

Summer is still far away, yet its spirit is already here...

Summer Cafe ( Logos 39 )

A stroll in late spring evening through a fairytale forest full of wise mushrooms, dancing trees and giggling elves. Sensitively supervised by a forest sorceress.

Logos 4 (04/27/2019)

I more then happy to share my experience of the time travel to beautiful Europe! It is based on my deep impression by this music given by god.
 I was impressed of every single pice of art(track) in this mix and very appreciate the talent of Musicians who was represent they compositions to the world in the period of past 3 month. 
 So let yourself a travel in time to wonderful places and events in good old Europe. 
 Please enjoy it!

LOGOS 5 (Europe) time travel... (09/01/2019)

Imagine yourself looking into a dark night sky full of frozen stars. Lying in pleasant company on the roof of a train running through endless snowy fields. A frosty wind bites your cheeks and fingers, carrying you away into thick snow-covered forests full of fabulous animals. From the open windows of the carriages you can clearly hear the music chasing the wheels sliding on the rails in time. The train is smoothly gaining speed rushing to big beautiful cities full of life, waiting for the holiday. You descend into the very first carriages where artists, ballerinas and musicians prepare for their performances with reverence. Enter the next carriage full of masked guests gossiping about some important future events. You salute, and aspire to the next one. Here is a fascinating game of cards and there is such a mist of tobacco that it is difficult even to walk. You can feel the train slowing down and through the windows of the next carriage you can see people walking along the wide river in the center of the evening city. You break into the next carriage where other guests led by an important person from the capital are moving in a slow and graceful dance. Smoothly rounding them so as not to destroy the harmony, you open the next door, behind which the officers are singing their song loudly. After rewarding you for your participation with a glass of sparkling, they take you with a friendly embrace to the carriage where the world opera star, to the accompaniment of the gypsies, sings an aria to drunken generals. Barely escaping from this chaos, you find yourself in a dark, illuminated of candle and lights wagon, full of dancing young people. In the shimmering windows passes the very center of the capital with its bridges, galleries and palaces full of people. The train slows down and the smoke from its chimney envelops everything so that nothing can be seen but the dark space, at the far end of which a young fortune-teller looks at you. She is the card reading and it gets cold by her eyes. Her eyes are full of stars in the dark night sky. You find yourself lying on the roof of a train running through endless snow fields...

LOGOS 7 (Russia)

LOGOS 7 (Russia) (12/31/2019)

The story which was never happened, but it so real. About the persons who never exist, but you can feel them. About places which you might never visited, but they are show up so easy in your mind.
With great appreciation to artists who become a part of this work, I present you this new old story.

Ты волна моя морская,
Своенравная волна,
Как, покоясь иль играя,
Чудной жизни ты полна!

Ты на солнце ли смеешься,
Отражая неба свод,
Иль мятешься ты и бьешься
В одичалой бездне вод, –

Сладок мне твой тихий шепот,
Полный ласки и любви;
Внятен мне и буйный ропот,
Стоны вещие твои.

Будь же ты в стихии бурной
То угрюма, то светла,
Но в ночи твоей лазурной
Сбереги, что ты взяла.

Не кольцо, как дар заветный,
В зыбь твою я опустил,
И не камень самоцветный
Я в тебе похоронил.

Нет – в минуту роковую,
Тайной прелестью влеком,
Душу, душу я живую
Схоронил на дне твоем.

Logos 10 (Monte Cristo(Book 1))

LOGOS 10 (Monte Cristo (Book 1))  (08/16/2020)

Bekool Records, Tibetania Records, Hydrated - Pure Ibiza Radio.

Altaya - A Organic House producer and DJ. Has been released on Bekool Records, Tebitania Records. A resident of Pure Ibiza Radio and it’s show “Hydrated”. A frequent guest of KChung Radio and it’s show “Deep Hour”. 
 Summer bird, that always flying between Los Angeles and Miami.

ALTAYA

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