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Starlight on Liquid Mercury

Parallel to the spiral arms of a shy galaxy, a single glimmer drifted—no bigger than a lantern-mote, yet bright enough to stain the void a faint blue. The mote did not remember its birthplace; memory felt optional when you were made of pure light. What mattered was motion. And tonight—even though “night” meant nothing outside clocks and planets—the mote felt a tug unlike any gravity it had learned to dodge. Somewhere ahead, an invisible current was braiding time into a rope, and it wanted a rider.

The mote stretched itself into prisms, testing each hue the way swimmers test depths with cautious toes. Ruby fizzed into amber, amber cooled to jade, and when sapphire finally surfaced, the tether snapped tight. Space folded like satin around a gemstone, revealing a hidden corridor paneled with mirrors. Each pane bloomed with a possible future: emerald jungles that breathed fire, citadels carved from harmonics, oceans of whisky-colored plasma. Gravity excused itself. Forward became the only direction left.

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A corridor of mirrors

With every meter the mote travelled, reflections multiplied. But the mirrors—tricksters that they were—didn’t echo the mote’s own shape. Instead, they produced flocks of skeletal birds spun from molten ember. Hollow bones, ringing like windchimes, snapped together into wings that ignited mid-beat. One ember-bird swooped low. The air crackled; every feather was a shard of smoldering sunrise.

Ride, the bird cawed without sound.

The mote obliged. As soon as it settled onto the fiery saddle, the flock wheeled into formation—spiral upon spiral—until centrifugal force tore a rip in the corridor’s silver lining. Together they dove through the gash, plunging into a garden where nothing soft could survive.

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Contraband Starlines

Starlight on Liquid Mercury

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

FL Studio Producer 

Techno /  Minimal / Psy / Tribe / Acid

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New tracks tagged #Minimal-Psy