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Video gambling addicts, academic researchers, and industry professionals alike describe the trancelike state into which problem gamblers suspend themselves with remarkable consistency: they unanimously call it the machine “zone”, a kind of inner experience during which the rhythmic flow of human-machine collusion borders on mysticism. Time is abolished in the act of contemporary video gambling―simulated slot reels roll, virtual poker decks deal, and all worldly concerns are lost―leaving only the aura of total zone immersion in its wake. Sometimes characterized as the crack cocaine of gambling, the intensity of the machine zone is a symptom of casino ergonomics: oxygen-saturated pleasure air, subtly controlling walkways, mesmerizing lights, and, as captured here, meticulously engineered sonic environments all play a role in evoking the timeless void of the zone.
          Although I was not yet aware of the extent to which casinos tailor their environments for maximum comfort (and, correspondingly, profit), I did know as I crossed the threshold of my first casino floor earlier this year that it would not be my last visit. Hit by a cornucopia of slot machine tones, triggering aleatorically and coalescing into shimmering masses, I was struck by the need to return and record the sounds that so entranced me. It wouldn't prove to be easy―casino security is intense (you can hear me get warned of the consequences of taking photos at the beginning of the disc's second track)―and due to the clandestine nature of the operation, my recording techniques were by no means sophisticated. Equipped with nothing but an Olympus LS-11 recorder's internal microphone stashed in a sweaty coat pocket, I allowed the lure of the zone to guide me through a series of ambling recording sessions over a period of four months, the best of which are included here. 
          I learned a lot about casino sonics in the process: game designers, for example, tune their machines to the key of C in order to optimize harmonic cohesion; one team of designers, the story goes, even spent a month perfecting a single 'ding' sound on one machine. In the interest of preserving the true ambient sounds of the casino these recordings are completely untreated, but lost in the sea of chance I did exert some affirmative control by means of meandering intent and my actual playing of the machines. And by participating in the games myself I got a taste of the financially debilitating consequences that accompany the enchantment of video gambling. The disc in your hands represents my endeavor to bring you the zone experience without the harsh comedown of its unfortunate reality.

Adrian Rew: 3/31/2013 - Horseshoe Casino, Cleveland, OH

Its sunday and im bored. Thanks to CJ Milli for the hot new tags. Big ups to all the beautiful people liking my tracks, you are my life

Sample: Armenta - I Wanna Be With You

Cham!

Fun Tonight

WATERBOY

Don't Lose Your Wistfulness

lyrics-

Leo:

biased fake rapper with the mindset of  a real one
giant asshole posing spineless with all these whiny pilgrims
pretending to by this beer, while i silently steal some
and taking it to my kidneys like i'm trying to finally kill one

my torn jeans show my torn knees 
and im prematurely pissing off anybody over the ripe old age of 40
shortly i keep a machete on the key chain purely for the day
that i go out in the forest and play sports with jason vorhees 
(bitch)
im high everywhere i go but i got no goddamn passport
got a “i dont give a fuck face” plastered on the dashboard
all these rappers castrated so i slam my nads on the standard
cuz im a batshit bastard shooting more disasters than a doomsday blasing pastor 

yeah i got class like a drop out
rock around town half mast with my cock out
white folks cry “oh dear god somebody call the cops out”
cuz im swinging my dick in a circle round-housing the pigs and now they're cock knocked out

im a dirtbag, im just another runt
im a dirtbag
im a motherfucking upper loving gutter running punk
x2

yeah you know how it is, im lousy as shit, couldnt fit in this kicks with a shoehorn
im round-housing pigs and loud-mouthing cliques wasting all of my kids on this rude porn
im at it again im pouting and pissed crying for tits like a newborn
and ima go crying my ass off even more if you're letting my beer get luke warm

whats that bitch ass with the snapback talking that smack
im whipping lashes like car crashes so quit acting all big like you falling out my ball-sack
bouncing your ass like a hacky sack in my fanny pac with three packs of blacks
and im playing fast games like whack-a-mole but instead its whack crap rapper ass

fuck these peasants man, im the prince of game
smacking fascist cats smashing pussys asses like kitten play
tearing into rappers like presents on Christmas day
then go crying my ass off saying but mom i hate lil wayne

dont let a punk touch the game hell grunge it up
wearing a greenday shirt and fucking all of their nice shit up
all this white hate from all these white fucks
they can give me a suck and taste a touch of this white love

chorus

-crazy shit-

done-


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