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Quantum Suicide

Eternal Loop

All Bad Score Emulations - draag me

Test Your Patience

365 - anthony naples (slowed)

I have, for the sake of clarity (though clarity is precisely what continues to elude me), begun keeping a list , no, not a list, that implies completion , a ledger of every conversation that might have meant something. Every glance. Every pause too long or too short.
Because surely meaning must hide in ratios: the seconds she lingered before saying my name versus the average time in which one says any name. There must be a pattern. There must be.
Yesterday, I rechecked my old notebooks, the ones from before we met. I thought perhaps I could triangulate who I was then, before her laughter started echoing in the kitchen tiles. There’s something about the sound there , the acoustics, yes, but also the way it reverberates longer than it should, as though even the walls are reluctant to let her go.
I counted the echoes once. Seven. Always seven. Except on Sundays, when it’s six. I haven’t found the cause. Maybe humidity. Maybe sorrow.
Lately, I’ve been breaking things down , not destroying, but dividing. Every recollection into smaller elements: tone, phrasing, breath, light. I separate the gesture from the word, the word from the silence that followed it. If I can understand the parts, perhaps the whole will reveal itself. But the pieces multiply faster than I can name them, and I lose track of which belonged to which moment.
When she left, she said it wasn’t about me, which of course means it was, though possibly in the way that gravity is about the apple , a constant force unchosen by either party. Still, I wrote it down: Not about you. I circled it seventeen times. That should make it true, or at least symmetrical.
It’s funny , or rather, it should be funny , how much time one can spend arranging memories by weight, like stones. Some sink faster than others. Some refuse to drown.
I keep thinking if I could chart everything , the sequence of words, the slope of her handwriting, the moment the air first changed its tone , I’d find the exact second life slipped from living to remembering.
But every night, as I go over the data, the columns, the charts, I end up where I began: staring at the empty margin, wondering what to label it.
Because that’s where she still exists. In the margin. Between what was said and what might have been meant.


Breaking down

The immeasurable Weight of Isolation

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Gaussian Curve - Dancing Rain (03:00)

Track 5 from 'Hotep' by Blue Iverson. Prod. by Dean Blunt. Vox by AKUA, Jeff Gitty on guitar, Paul Cornish - keys, Jake Viator - engineer xo

Blue Iverson (aka Dean Blunt) - Hush Money

thank you anna for giving me the courage to use my voice

them a say we no people 
them a sey we all evil like... ha ha ha ha ha
and i ask, why oh why

them a kill all we people 
then they say we all equal like ha ha ha ha ha
and i ask, why oh why

Closed Place, Open World

Until The Quiet Comes

Until The Colours Come

Cosmogramma

Satelllliiiiiiiteee

Flamagra

Pygmy

Space Ghost returns with hedonistic house anthems for your living room dance floor on his latest EP, Time To Dance.


After a string of successful albums on Apron and Tartelet Records, the Oakland native Sudi Wachspress (Space Ghost) returns with a selection of golden-era house anthems conveying the message of unity through dance – a much-needed reminder of better days.

The 28 year-old producer and DJ has been gaining momentum over the last few years. His growing catalogue of ambient-leaning house with lush musical textures is a testament to carry on the legacy of famed US house producers, who have set the tone and pioneered electronic dance music since the 1980s.

On his new EP, Time To Dance, Space Ghost gets on the mic and takes us back to the early days of house music, effortlessly mixing the deep bass rhythms of Chicago with the Nu Groove-era of the East Coast. 

“This release was mostly inspired by some early East Coast house. I started the idea before Covid-19 really took over the world. I wanted to make something explicitly for the dance floor, kind of like my own dance floor anthem.”

The EP’s main cuts “Time To Dance” and “New World Energy” both come in two versions – a main version and an alternative mix for maximum dance floor pleasure. As the artist’s vocals echo on the track: It’s time to come together and work for a better future for all.

“Now with everything going on with the coronavirus and all the protests in the US and across the world, I think my goals have shifted. Even though the world is on pause and people can’t spin these tracks at a club, I still think the message of Time To Dance is: We can work together and music can help us through it.” 

Time To Dance is out on vinyl and all digital platforms on August 7, 2020.

Time To Dance

:: Space Ghost - New World Energy (Sunset Mix)// Time To Dance EP ::

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