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Feat. Michaela Lucas - Heart's Desires (Vocal Mix)

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Rage Machine is a concept album, and thematically it is based around the emotions I have felt due to abuse I have received from people online as well as former IRL friends targeted at my experiments with AI.

Especially the depression and sometimes suicidal thoughts that has provoked at times.

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Acid house / Ambient house / Bass House / Bassline house / Big room house / Chill Bass / Chillstep / Deep House / Disco house / Diva house / Dream house / Dutch house / EBM / EDM / Electro swing / Euro house / Fidget house / French house / Funky house / Future Bass / Future bounce / Future House / Ghetto house / Glitch house / Hard bag / Hard dance / Hard house / Hardstyle / House / Italo house / Jump house / Latin house / Melbourne bounce / Melodic House / Merengue house / Microhouse / Moombahton / New beat / Outsider house / Piano house / Progressive House / Scouse house / Swing house / Tech-House / Trap / Tribal house / Tropical House / Vocal House / Witch house

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Acme Routine Performance One (2023)

I come back to the house of the long-ago past. And I am amazed to find its spaces vaster than I recalled—starting with the staircase, the part that was clearest in my memory. From our upper floor, I used to go there each morning and sit on the steps, in the feeble light that filtered through the entrance hall’s thick door. I always enjoyed the coolness at the hottest hour of the day. One time I fell there, and my father was frightened; he shouted and took me in his arms.

But I didn’t remember the steps as being so gradual and wide, of such massive gray stone, nor as sweeping this majestically up to the attic—though I retreated there quite often to read. You don’t go up to the attic like that in ordinary houses. Now I grasp that the house isn’t of this world—that it was laid out in another era, elsewhere. And I can almost see beings from that elsewhere grouped around a table. Under their eyes are surveys and maps, immense horizons of long limestone hills. They look at them, absorbed in thought. One of them puts his finger on a survey map, right where two little children, a boy and a girl, are quarreling over an object. You can barely pick it out on this old photograph: is it a small animal they’re holding in their arms? A small life with jerky movements and mewling cries, part of the body of one or the other, or of both? Or was it an entire swath of the enormous starry sky? That morning, the tide of the summer day, though rising, hadn’t yet effaced it. I don’t know what they held there, which they let get away; but now I watch them climb back up the staircase, hand in hand.

Nor have I forgotten that this attic—a low construction of heavy timber, hot and odorous, with a floor of badly joined planks—had served for many years as the final resting place of trunks, left open because they overflowed with old magazines and books. Many of them lay about in messy piles, with numerous volumes of I Know Everything, the “Illustrated World Encyclopedia.” The first page showed a little man dressed in black, his head the terrestrial globe. With a finger—how appalling!—he touches his forehead, his eyes lost in his dream. Kneeling before a trunk, I spend hours reading I Know Everything. I contemplate from afar, through sooty lithographs, the shores of Polynesia, with their beautiful, half-naked beings; or dreadful nocturnal rooms, scarcely illumined by oil lamps, where heads throng in a circle of light—though who they are I will never know.

The Works FM Jonny Picklechin 9th February 2023 "Dawn of Time"

-traccia scritta il giorno di san valentino-

VISUAL VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEcuL5Sf87o

Dolcissima [RAW-DEMO-XX5]

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The Hit

The beetroot (British English) or beet (North American English) is the taproot portion of a Beta vulgaris subsp. vulgaris plant in the Conditiva Group. The plant is a root vegetable also known as the table beet, garden beet, dinner beet, or else categorized by color: red beet or golden beet. It is also a leaf vegetable called beet greens. Beetroot can be eaten raw, roasted, steamed, or boiled. Beetroot can also be canned, either whole or cut up, and often are pickled, spiced, or served in a sweet-and-sour sauce.
It is one of several cultivated varieties of Beta vulgaris subsp. vulgaris grown for their edible taproots or leaves, classified as belonging to the Conditiva Group. Other cultivars of the same subspecies include the sugar beet, the leaf vegetable known as spinach beet (Swiss chard), and the fodder crop mangelwurzel.

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Producer of house music, argentine, web developer and graphic designer. 
All here is original mix. More info in https://www.reymod.com/