This is the live recording of Lemon8's set at Play! Festival, Cartoons In Progress at Legacy Of Trance Recordings stage.

Enjoy!

Lemon8 At Play! Festival, Cartoons In Progress, Legacy Of Trance Recordings

We are Legacy of Trance Recordings. 

We are looking for new music that has one eye on the future, but the other one aimed at the past. We like to keep our releases as close to the original style as possible. Realeasing uplifting tracks with the occasional progressive approach. As long as it is Trance!

Our monthly radioshow is dedicated to the classics of our genre. Because you only know where you're going, until you know where you've been!

I'm into electronic music 20 years now (with more (years) or less pauses), and i never wanted to be popular. The only reason to start my channels, is to share my taste of music with you, and i hope it finds yours. I'm working on my first album to release, but since this is my part time "job", be patient for that. I'll upload more and more mixes in different genres. I like the good old classic style of electronic music, so if you like that, this is the place to be for you. What you will find here is: deep/tech/progressive house, break, trance/psytrance and techno mixes. If you like these stuff, follow and share it with others! Thanks! Cheers!

The details of my life are quite inconsequential ...... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really.

At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.