TOTALLY HAPPY SAD IN THE 80s

Rude Place

Rude Place (Drumcomplex Extended Remix)

So in my quest to look left and right from Techno to find some interesting stuff, I did a short mix of findings of the last weeks or months. I did it mostly for myself but thought I share it, because it shows there is life in high BpMs besides Hardtechno

Tracklist:
Brink/Lutsu - A&E (Drumskull Remix)
Oyubi - Tomy’s Siren
Mani Festo - Gonn
Drumskull - Scrolling Shooter
Usurp - Nova Prospekt
Rolland Tokett - Break, Dance, And Drop
Dawl - Let's Go For A Ride
Y U QT - Y'all Ready For Dis
Primit - Gxng Bxng
Flux Pavilion - Where You At (DePaoli Remix)
First Person, TR Tactics - Mood Killer (A-Cray Remix)
L Plus - Bass Drop
A-Cray - Lift Off

Mini Mix 1

Wow what a ride - would actually call this my best set to date, especially for this kind of occasion: Sunlight, heat, good vibes! I Spotted so many familiar faces, thank you all for showing up and supporting me - you made me smile for these almost 2 hours straight! Big Hug, Fab!

Setlist:
Lenny Kravitz – Are You Gonna Go My Way
Anti Up- The Weekend
DONT BLINK – GET UP
Fab Massimo – ID
San Pacho, No Thanks – Freak
Dillon Nathaniel, Dead Space – ID
Matt Caseli – Ease Up Selecta
DONT BLINK – ID
Fab Massimo, Niko The Kid, Sam Stray Wood – Wanna Live Large (Massimo Edit)
Drax Nelson, Van Stoker - Give It All You Got
Matt Caseli, Matt Lightbourn – Sweet Vibrations
Craze, Black V Neck - Ride That Thang
DONT BLINK – ID
Fab Massimo – ID
Fab Massimo & Rose Motion - Wanna Dance
GENESI (ITA) - Done (Extended)
Fab Massimo – ID
Fab Massimo – ID (w/ Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart)
Fab Massimo – ID
Buogo – Rave It
Deeper Purpose, Saffron Stone - All Over Again (Deeper Purpose Extended Remix)
Tombo – Killa
DONT BLINK – JUST GET UP (Fab Massimo Remix)
Fab Massimo, ALXJ, Robert Owens – KEEP ME BUSY
MEDUZA - Musica
Drax Nelson - Diggy Diggy
Juan Brizuela, iicchigo – Ruthless
Fab Massimo - ID

Fab Massimo @ Fusion Festival - Extravaganza - 28.06.24

Johann De Beers Kit Kat 07.09.2024

Born and raised Berliner Shimanski delivers an electronic mirage with elements of Italo, dark disco, indie dance and new wave. 

Being part of the Disco Bizarre crew, which is famous for their legendary shows at KitKat, she definitely knows how to set the floor ablaze with passion.

Corpo Tapes #9 | Shimanski

Hey lovely people,

on a sunny sunday (the 8th of September to be correct), we had the honor and pleasure to play on the famous beach floor at sisyphos.  We took over the decks with midtempo cosmic stuff at 11 am and brought the energy up to a more uptempo housy finish at 3pm.

Thanks to all of our friends who surrounded us on that special day and all the guests who joined us for a sunny high noon dance! It was truly special - it's safe to say that we never were that excited before a gig and that emotional afterwards <3

Enjoy and all the best from your Zehlendorfers!

P.S.: Ofc, needle jumping is inclusive!

Mastering by Marcus from https://www.mastrng.com/

🌞 High Noon in Entenhausen 🦆 ~ Zehlendorfer Disco Squad @ Sisyphos Strand ~ September 2024

Enjoy 3 hours of my 4 hours set at Hammahalle friday to Saturday 3-7  🔨💥🥵❤️‍🔥  It's always an absolute blast to play at my beloved Sisyphos 🦆

Ele Luz @ Sisyphos | Hammahalle | 13.09.2024

Shimanski´s Birthday @ KitKatClub - 20241026

The shadows lengthen, stretching across the room 
Another day is fading, swallowed by the gloom 
The clock ticks on, a metronome of slow decay 
Withering grace, fading fast, slipping away
 
The world outside, a blur of passing lights 
A symphony of sirens, lost in the lonely nights 
Memories flicker, ghosts of joys long gone 
A bittersweet refrain, a mournful, fading song
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn

The rain falls softly, washing dust away 
But the stains remain, with each passing day 
A yearning for the past, a yearning for the light 
To escape this fading echo, in the fading night
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold. 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn
 
A whisper on the wind, a sigh upon the breeze 
Carrying the echoes of forgotten memories 
A yearning for the warmth, a yearning for the grace 
Before the shadows fell, and time began to race

Such Like A Shame

There are no virgins in heaven.
A hymn for the left and retarded

Misanthropic Hallelujah Female Version

Recorded live at Chill Up on Ko Phangan- back to the roots! This set takes you on a journey, building up beautifully to a Peak Time energy. Enjoy the ride! 

Love,
bonq <3

bonq I ChillUp I Ko Phangan, TH I 24.02.25

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ten light years out, the stars all align,
My ship's a ghost, through the void I climb.
Control to Pilot, can you hear my plea?
A silent hum, just the ship and me.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

The Earth's a speck, a fading blue,
No turning back, what else can I do?
My oxygen's low, my systems fail,
In this endless night, my spirit sets sail.

They said I'd be a hero, a pioneer,
But out here alone, there's only fear.
No grand parade, no cheering crowd,
Just the silent stars, my lonely shroud.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ground Control, I'm losing the signal now,
Just static whispers, and a fading vow.
This is Pilot signing off, into the black,
No turning back, no turning back…


Lost in the Void

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The floral wallpaper, a predictable stain,
Reflects the silence, a dull, persistent rain.
Another Sunday, the roast sits on the bone,
And unspoken judgments are quietly thrown.
He clears his throat, a familiar, weary sound,
While all the unspoken resentments spin around.

She adjusts her pearls, a nervous little tic,
Recounting stories, predictable and quick.
The children fidget, their eyes begin to glaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of these repetitive days.
He offers advice, sharp and unsolicited,
Another brick added to the wall we've erected.

The photographs on the mantelpiece, a smiling facade,
Hide the cracks beneath, the battles we've had.
We play our roles with practiced, weary grace,
A tragicomedy in this suffocating space.

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The evening descends, a heavy, velvet shroud,
Another day survived within this well-behaved crowd.
And the barbarism lingers, a taste upon the tongue,
Until the next gathering, when the same old song is sung.

Behind Closed Doors

The lamps are low, a bruised twilight bleeds,
Across the pane where the rain still pleads.
Each drop a sigh on the dusty glass,
Watching the moments slowly pass.
A whisper soft on the chilling breeze,
Rustling secrets through the skeletal trees.

The path unwinds, a ribbon of stone,
Leading me deeper, further alone.
Each twisted branch, a reaching hand,
Grasping for something I can't understand.
The air grows thick with a damp perfume,
Sealing my fate in this gathering gloom.

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

A flicker there, behind the dense wood,
A fragile hope, misunderstood?
Or just the moon, a sliver so thin,
Mocking the darkness that dwells within?

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

The forest breathes, a silent sigh,
As the last of the colors begin to die.
And I am lost, and I cannot see,
If the forest is holding onto me.
Holding onto me...
Holding onto me...

Walk alone in this fading light

Static whispers on the wire's thread,
Another signal from a world long dead.
Screens are flickering, a pale blue light,
Lost in the city on a lonely night.
The concrete breathes a cold and silent sigh,
As satellites drift across the inky sky.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Data streams like rivers in the dark,
Each fleeting message leaves its fragile mark.
I navigate these currents, cold and deep,
While weary circuits struggle hard to sleep.
The neon canyons hum a restless tune,
Beneath the silent, watchful, silver moon.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Gravity pulls, a constant, heavy hand,
But in my mind, I walk on shifting sand
Of distant planets, bathed in alien sun,
Where silent orbits have already begun.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Fading signal, lost in atmosphere,
A lonely echo, year after year.
Spaceboy calling... fading... gone... so far...
Underneath a cold and distant star.


Hello Earthling

Dunkle Nacht, die Stadt schläft ein
Nur wir zwei sind noch allein
Neonlicht flackert matt
Egal, wohin der Weg uns hat

Die Bässe pumpen, Adrenalin steigt
Jeder Blick von dir, der mich besiegt
Vergess den Stress, vergess die Zeit
Nur dieser Moment ist Ewigkeit

Baller, baller, durch die Nacht
Bis der Morgen uns erwacht
Lauter, schneller, ungestört
Diese Energie, die uns gehört
Baller, baller, Herz an Herz
Spür den Beat, den Schmerz, den Scherz
Zusammen sind wir grenzenlos
Lass uns fallen, komm, wir los

Der Asphalt bebt unter dem Sound
Verlorene Seelen, die sich hier gefund'
Ein kurzer Augenblick, ein tiefes Gefühl
Mehr als Worte, mehr als nur ein Spiel

Die Bässe pumpen, Adrenalin steigt
Jeder Blick von dir, der mich besiegt
Vergess den Stress, vergess die Zeit
Nur dieser Moment ist Ewigkeit

Baller, baller, durch die Nacht
Bis der Morgen uns erwacht
Lauter, schneller, ungestört
Diese Energie, die uns gehört
Baller, baller, Herz an Herz
Spür den Beat, den Schmerz, den Scherz
Zusammen sind wir grenzenlos
Lass uns fallen, komm, wir los

Keine Angst vor dem Fall, wir fliegen hoch
In dieser Nacht sind wir unantastbar, doch
Ein Augenblick der Wahrheit, so klar und rein
Für immer in dieser Erinnerungsschrein

Baller, baller, durch die Nacht
Bis der Morgen uns erwacht
Lauter, schneller, ungestört
Diese Energie, die uns gehört
Baller, baller, Herz an Herz
Spür den Beat, den Schmerz, den Scherz
Zusammen sind wir grenzenlos
Lass uns fallen, komm, wir los

Baller... baller... die Nacht ist jung
Baller... baller... unser Song


Baller Baller

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¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
The emptiness of various Corona lockdowns made Focke the Fockmaster. Musically, he tried out various styles to end up where everything once ended. Techno. 
With classical eight-year music training on the cello, pubescent excursions into New Wave music, everything followed a logic at the end of the 90s. Techno.

¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
Die Leere diverser Corona-Lockdowns machte Focke zum Fockmaster. Musikalisch probierte er sich stilistisch divers aus, um am Ende dorthin zu gelangen, wo alles einst endete. Techno. 
Mit klassischer achtjähriger Musikausbildung am Violoncello, pubertären Ausflügen in die New Wave Musik folgte Ende der 90er Jahre alles einer Logik. Techno.

Hello Earthling

FOCKMASTER

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