We have sure loved every minute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will stop here and go to bed and just start it over in the morning!

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Aus dem Herzen Hessens begrüßen wir diesmal Timon, besser bekannt als The Juice. Dieser steht für positive Vibes, ansteckende Lebensfreude und eine musikalische Reise, die gerade erst beginnt.

Wer ihn kennt, weiß: Timon ist ein durch und durch positiver Mensch. Sein Lachen ist so ehrlich wie seine Musik – und beides wirkt lange nach. Mit seinem offenen Wesen und einer spürbaren Leidenschaft für Downtempo zieht er Menschen an, begeistert und verbindet.

In diesem Jahr darf er sich auf besondere Meilensteine freuen: Auf Festivals wie dem CoSy und dem Eulenfestival wird er seine ersten großen Gigs spielen – begleitet von einem Teil der Spulenigelbande, die natürlich mit am Start ist, um gemeinsam neue Kapitel aufzuschlagen.

Doch das ist erst der Anfang. Seine Sets sind nicht nur Sound, sondern Gefühl – eine Einladung, sich treiben zu lassen, zu tanzen, zu lächeln. Die musikalische Reise von Timon ist wie er selbst: ehrlich, lebendig und voller Vorfreude auf das, was kommt. Wir freuen uns aufjedenfall darauf, was da noch so kommen mag.

#131 ☆Igelkarussell ☆ The Juice 🧋

@maluinator

❖ Aloha dear friends

❖ Our dear longtime friend finally sent us his recordbutton. with tons of unreleased music and here's his description:

❖ „Yes so what can I say; It’s been my birthday weekend and I spontaniously went to Confusius Festival where I dove in so deeply, that I played 15 hours at different stages having a beautiful time.
(sunday even from 0:30 to 6:30am)

❖ At one point I’ pushed the recordbutton. and here we go…

❖ Have a wonderful sunday <3

❖ Malü ❖

❖ Malü ❖

On a windy day in June, a lone wizard got lost in a big forest. He sensed immediately that this was not an ordinary forest. The most beautiful flowers were blooming everywhere and the birds were not shy at all. Some birds even landed on his hand when he stretched it out. This is not unusual for wizards as they have a strong bond with nature, but when he looked carefully at these two owls sitting on his hand, he realized they belong to an endangered species which were believed to have gone extinct in this part of Europe. Now the wizard was absolutely convinced that this must be one of these forests which was being protected by a witch. He had already heard stories from other wizards that witches were making a comeback in recent years, yet he had never seen one of these elusive creatures with his own eyes. And – looking at the pristine state of this forest – this must surely be a very powerful and experienced witch, and probably pretty old. The wizard didn’t have high hopes of spotting the witch, as they are known to have excellent hiding skills. So he simply savoured the sheer beauty of this garden of Eden…
As the wizard strolled through the pristine forest, he saw something unusual from the corner of his eye. When he realized what he was looking at, his heart skipped a beat. Standing in a small glade was a young woman with long brown hair and immaculately white clothes. She was so absorbed in her work - picking mushrooms with graceful moves - that she didn’t notice the wizard. Actually, witches can move around freely in their forests without being circumspect, as they can count on an extensive network of spotter owls to raise the alarm whenever a human enters the woods. In most cases, the intruder doesn’t get deeper than 300 feet into the forest before being intercepted and chased out. Yet on that day, not a single bird had raised the alarm. Even her faithful Belgian shepherd dog, although he had immediately spotted the wizard, decided wisely to stay calm and moved to the other side of the witch, distracting her a little bit. As the wizard slowly came closer, he heard the witch sing softly with a sweet voice. Yet he couldn’t see her face yet. But it was clear she was very young, maybe even still a teenager (although it’s being told that It’s impossible to estimate the age of a witch).
Then things happened in quick succession… a twig snapped under the wizard’s foot. The witch immediately looked up. It was a sight the wizard would never forget. For an instant they looked into each other’s eyes. The bright green eyes of the witch were even beyond mesmerizing. During a split second, the wizard got a glimpse of the universe behind these eyes. He was speechless after seeing all this beauty, while the witch was so stunned and overwhelmed by contrasting emotions that she couldn’t utter a single word. Then she glanced briefly at her dog with a really angry face (to which the animal immediately responded by lying low with flat ears while showing his most innocent face). And finally, she collected her thoughts and ran away. Within seconds, she had disappeared into the thickets with an astonishing nimbleness…

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Photo credits : Ironika (Irina Alexandrovna)

Story written by Hekske (rework of the tale of Witchtape #21 which was published on the 10th of May 2018)


Witchtape #192 | Guest Wizz : Johann Bello

Rumdrosseln auf der Schwofahara - Skalar Festival 2025

🌗 Slomosensual by Swiss artist Badawan 🌿
A slow-burning ride full of tension, groove and subtle seduction.
Let it pull you in – softly, deeply, irresistibly.
Connect with the artist: @yunus-studer

Slomosensual 91 by Badawan

...Als nun der Swinegel zu Hause ankam, sprach er zu seiner Frau: "Frau, zieh dich schnell an, du mußt mit mir aufs Feld hinaus." - "Was gibt es denn?" sagte seine Frau. "Ich habe mit dem Hasen gewettet um einen goldenen Louisdor und eine Buddel Branntwein; ich will mit ihm um die Wette laufen, und du sollst mit dabei sein." - "O mein Gott, Mann," fing nun dem Swinegel seine Frau an zu jammern, "bist du nicht recht gescheit? Hast du denn ganz den Verstand verloren? Wie kannst du mit dem Hasen um die Wette laufen wollen?" - "Halt's Maul, Weib," sagte der Swinegel, "das ist meine Sache. Misch dich nicht in Männergeschäfte! Marsch, zieh dich an und komm mit!" Was sollte Swinegels Frau machen? Sie mußte wohl folgen, sie mochte nun wollen oder nicht.Wie sie nun miteinander unterwegs waren, sprach der Swinegel zu seiner Frau: "Nun paß auf, was ich dir sagen will. Siehst du, auf dem langen Acker dort wollen wir unseren Wettlauf machen. Der Hase läuft nämlich in der einen Furche und ich in der andern, und von oben fangen wir an zu laufen. Nun hast du weiter nichts zu tun, als dich hier unten in die Furche zu stellen, und wenn der Hase auf der andern Seite ankommt, so rufst du ihm entgegen: 'Ich bin schon hier'."
Damit waren sie beim Acker angelangt. Der Swinegel wies seiner Frau den Platz an und ging nun den Acker hinauf. Als er oben ankam, war der Hase schon da. "Kann es losgehen?" sagte der Hase. "Jawohl," sagte der Swinegel. "Dann also los!" Und damit stellte sich jeder in seine Furche. Der Hase zählte: "Eins, zwei, drei!" und los ging es wie ein Sturmwind den Acker hinunter. Der Swinegel aber lief nur ungefähr drei Schritte, dann duckte er sich in die Furche und blieb ruhig sitzen.
Als nun der Hase in vollem Lauf unten am Acker ankam, rief ihm dem Swinegel seine Frau entgegen: "Ich bin schon hier!" Der Hase stutzte und verwunderte sich nicht wenig: er meinte nicht anders, als wäre es der Swinegel selbst, der ihm zurief, denn bekanntlich sieht dem Swinegel seine Frau just so aus wie ihr Mann. Der Hase aber meinte: "Das geht nicht mit rechten Dingen zu." Er rief: "Nochmal gelaufen, wieder rum!" Und fort ging er wieder wie ein Sturmwind, daß ihm die Ohren um den Kopf flogen. Dem Swinegel seine Frau aber blieb ruhig auf ihrem Platz stehen. Als nun der Hase oben ankam, rief ihm der Swinegel entgegen: "Ich bin schon hier!" Der Hase aber, ganz außer sich vor Ärger, schrie: "Noch einmal gelaufen, wieder rum!" - "Mir macht das nichts," antwortete der Swinegel, "meinetwegen, sooft du Lust hast." So lief der Hase noch dreiundsiebzigmal, und der Swinegel hielt es immer mit ihm aus. Jedesmal, wenn der Hase unten oder oben ankam, sagte der Swinegel oder seine Frau: "Ich bin schon hier."
Beim vierundsiebzigsten Male aber kam der Hase nicht mehr bis ans Ende. Mitten auf dem Acker stürzte er zur Erde, das Blut schoß ihm aus dem Halse, und er blieb tot auf dem Platze. Der Swinegel aber nahm seinen gewonnenen Louisdor und die Buddel Branntwein, rief seine Frau aus der Furche ab, und beide gingen vergnügt miteinander nach Hause: und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, leben sie heute noch...

Märchenstunden 1:00 - Der Hase und Der Igel

Hello World again and against the unwritten rules<3 !
With a bit of a delay and a tough decision to post this (never getting old). After consulting with many people, here comes my old incognito set at @bachstelzen 's Velvet Soup. 
Thanks everyone and big thanks to the legend @Kotoekk for spontaneously inviting me to this last minute call (sponti dark-disco set) 
Love and enjoy this old move enjoy this I found in the trunk of memories, but it's still good.

Mex ( m ë x ) @ Fusion Festival I Velvet Soup ( Bachstelzen )

That morning on the day of the summer solstice, the little witch woke up in a cool and damp forest. With her eyes still half-open from a good night’s sleep, her heart suddenly skipped a beat from excitement when she realized the next night there would be a full moon, which meant she’ll participate in the monthly witch coven (which always happens in a different location and in the ever-changing company of two other witches).
After finishing her daily inspection round of the muddy woods, the barefoot girl washed her feet in a little stream, said goodbye to the forest dwellers, and flew into the unknown. She knew she would – as always - reach her destination by simply following her inner compass.
This time she flew straight from Flanders to the South (even slightly to the South-West) and it was a really long flight. Never before had she ventured into this direction. After flying all day long over a variety of lush green landscapes, she saw a mountain range in the distance. She realized these must be the Pyrenees, which she knew from the stories of elder witches. Soon she was flying higher and higher through a valley which became narrower and narrower. Sunset time was nearing and the little witch realized she had to stop somewhere for the night. When reaching the highest ridge of these mountains, she spotted a couple of friendly griffon vultures. For a while she joined the two majestic birds who were soaring high above the mountain peaks. The little witch had never seen such elegant birds in flight. She also noticed the shape of the mountains was very different from the Alps (which she had seen a few times already). The peaks were not as high and had a much rounder shape than the sharp and angular mountain ridges of the Alps. The griffon vultures invited the girl to the spot where the whole group spends every night, which was a green and almost horizontal meadow just below a beautiful dome-shaped mountain top. It was a wonderful vantage point to observe the glorious sunset. When looking around, the witch spotted the impressive silhouette of an Ibex standing on the very top of the nearby mountain. Despite the distance of half a mile, the witch could clearly see his extremely long horns curving backwards, and she admired the proud and authoritarian posture of the animal. This was obviously an alpha male. The griffon vultures told the witch that these Iberian Ibexes had been introduced in the Pyrenees by humans a few years ago, as a replacement for the endemic Pyrenean Ibex which had gone extinct around the year 2000. And the species is now hesitantly starting to thrive again, with 3 young calves being born during the last couple of weeks.
A few minutes after spotting this impressive animal, the mountain range was covered in darkness, only lit by the rising full moon and millions of bright stars (easily the brightest starry sky the girl had ever seen), while the temperatures rapidly plunged below the freezing point and a thick fog engulfed the whole mountain and they were surrounded by complete silence … Mother Earth was holding her breath …

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Story written by Hekske (originally published on the 16th of May 2021 for Witchtape #94)

Photo credits : Serhii Yurkiv


Witchtape #193 | Guest Wizz : Damjan Vojtovic

It never seems to end. Quite a tedious experience.

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