DJ Set - live recorded at Fusion Festival 2022, Germany
Turmbühne Opening - 30.06.2022 / 18:00

Tracklisting:
01 Solee - Luft (Fusion Intro Version)
02 Solee - Vivo
03 Solee - Rebellion
04 Maceo Plex & Gabriel Ananda - Solitary Daze (Solee Fusion Edit)
05 Solee - March of the giants
06 James Harcourt - Acceptance
07 Solee - Carant
08 VovaWave - The Rabbit Hole
09 Solee - Bora
10 Commander Tom - Are Am Eye? (Shah & Cores Remix)
11 Solee - Verboten
12 Cary Crank & OBL - Spitfire (Solee Fusion Edit)
13 Milio - Veluw
14 Several Definitions - Carbone
15 Solee - Bariel
16 Solee - Somnia
17 Solee - Donnerchello
18 Solee - Exhilaration (Shall Ocin Remix)

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Solee DJ set @ Fusion Festival 2022 | Turmbühne Opening (Full set with live ambience)

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Monster

Lorenzo Rattini: drums
Andrea Lazzarini: guitar

Space 1730

Hey peepz,
this is the live set from our show at DGTL 2019 in Amsterdam. 
Enjoy and thanks for listening!

Julian & Tom

NINZE & OKAXY *live @ DGTL 2019

Live recording of my set on Monday evening at Heinz Hopper.

Special thanks goes to @mira_kater for letting me be part of this crazy birthday-party at Kater Blau, and last but not least, thank YOU for dancing and making this such an special gig. It was one for the books for sure.

All tracks are written and produced by Arutani, including a few collaborations from my dear friends @avemsdream, @mawa-manuel-wassmer and @dandaramusic.

Arutani @ 42 Katzen auf'm Tisch | Kater Blau

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Gemütlich und gemächlich schallt es aus dem Speaker. 
Mit Superleckerlis im Gepäck verpasst uns Gina eine gediegene Schelle nach der Anderen. Geflasht von den sanften, akustischen Backpfeiffen, spacen wir völlig weg und fühlen uns wie am Ostende auf der Slowereastside. Wem das noch nicht genug ist, kann gerne noch ne Afterhour mit dran hängen, passt nämlich vom Sound her.

Danke @gina-sabatini <3

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Artwork: Matias Santa Maria
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Fool fall from the dream Tale by @ventralisgolden

Nobody saw him disembark the Yāna as it descended to earth and sank slowly into the sacred mud. 

As the riverbanks absorbed him, the Fool, disoriented at first, emerged from the algorithmic sleep of a thousand spores containing old worlds. Adjusting to the new environment, his sense of origin dwindled in the twilight of the processors. Long drones of mechanical ohms stretched along the air waves from the same forgotten distance from which he came. His mind knew the drone only as an synthetic mechanism now. It’s vaguity echoing faintly through the fine particles in the vertiginous air, eventually coming to rest upon his lips like a vast hall of molecular libraries. He spoke its name to define the edges of the sound. ’Or’ breathed the Fool. “Or” he breathed again.

His voice moved like a string of vibrating pearls through the imperceptible atmospheric tones surrounding him, producing an agitated thought-form of momentary clarity.
“Or” he said. “Or” he repeated. The pattern emerged once more. He recognised it’s form as Le Charlatan, the old Sorcerer of the Grasslands.
The textural pitch of the mechanical drone increased across the horizon as the image became imbued with clarity. 
The processors heated and the thought-form expanded, bursting into crystal droplets that fell like marbles onto the sparse, trembling leaves of the surrounding vegetation. 
The Fool reached down to examine their spherical nature as they smouldered in the mud. 
He meditated on how he could have possibly arrived in such a world. 

The old knowledge recorded in the one hundred halls of the molecular library were once thought to permit us to glimpse into the heart of strange matters, but now were a useless mental catalogue of all the images of his memory. 
Realising that he no longer knew his name, nor the world in which he grew up to survive in, he recalled the forms of an even earlier age than his own. An age where every bird, branch, leaf and stone spoke their own name. 
He gave himself the sound of ‘Chevolek’, for knowing it’s nature was of the old grasslands, the sound would contain the memory of the subtle streams around which those one hundred scared halls wound.

Although his motivation seemed supernatural at first, it wasn’t impossible. Chevolek gathered the one hundred droplets, each representing one year of his previous dream, and placed them into the sacred mud in spiral formation. 
He knew this pattern contained within it the emergent structure of the Magus, Le Charlatan, the Pan-incarnate panacea of the mechanical mind that now hummed so deeply through his molecules that he could almost taste the nature of the next realm.

As the glassy droplets softened and submerged, new visions of Or sprouted through the mud. There Chevolek stood as Le Charlatan and faced himself. As the humming in the distance equalised, the heat of the processors transferred their source and cooled within his body. 

The spores of previous worlds redeemed the fall of the Fool from his dream.

LE CHARLATAN & CHELOVEK - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S MERCURIAL SPIRAL

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Artwork: Steve R. Dodd

Spaceship Avesta, passing globular clusters and dark nebulae, moving along the celestial meridians goes to the star Ras Algaha, shining in the mystical constellation Ophiuchus...
22,000 light-years have passed since they left Earth...The starting point was the study of ancient texts found in a complex of caves under the Sahara desert...Several scrolls, which were able to decrypt, contained information and coordinates of a mysterious place - Chinvat, which, according to the description, is a portal to another dimensions...
 
The on-board computer built an ideal trajectory and the landing site was a huge crater, in the center of which was levitating mountain...Space around was purple-blue, but it is impossible to convey in words what sensations this place actually broadcast...Soon, the seekers stopped in front of two obelisks, located at the foothills - they separated two worlds from each other, simultaneously paradoxically present in both...Sun and Moon...This looks like the entrance to an ancient temple, protected by a void guard - vacuum...Trying to remain calm, the point of no return was passed...

Everything began to distort, forming the likeness of the steps leading to the top...With every move, sounds of the soaring mountain became stronger and stronger, and apparently reaching a certain point, the next process in this mechanism was activated and a ray from the depths of the star rushed to the center of the galaxy...Reflected from the central sun, it returned back, creating an ellipse with an acceleration and a compression points...Gates were open...They saw billions of galaxies filling a huge figure of a man, clutching a snake in one hand and a bowl into which poison was dripping drop by drop...Fascinated by centripetal and centrifugal forces, they entered the portal...