I’m not new to SoundCloud, quite the opposite. All my accounts of any kind have been pauperised by cowardly hackers: perhaps, once the breaches opened, more than one were to rage and cannibalized me a bit everywhere.
“Private is Public and “Public is Private” is my philosophy. No doubt: there’s no greater suffering [LovePain apart] than being deprived of one’s identity on the network’s life and who knows what damage to my image in real life.
Share music is sharing love; a love of our own. All my ancient accounts are concerned and contaminated like Tchernobyl.                                                                           But now I don't give a shit anymore! A lot of work and a lot of pleasure for nothing: when I look back I don't see anyone I like anymore. The future is the only option. I operate from Paris because this city exalts me; everyone says it’s expensive. Perhaps, but if you stretch your ear well you get good deals. In Montparnasse I found a quarry , as I had it before in the Bastille area. I am restoring it and hope next spring I will be able to install matérialise and myself. The sound is not  an anechoic chamber but like Thousand in all  Europe It sounds like a small village chapel. Enchantig me! A lot of Euros saved by not treating the sound either materially or in final DAW Mastering, except scrambling the sound. I am not Flume but that’s the idea.                    The Gods leave, the angry ones stay.                                  It all depends on where the fader is placed. Too low no signal enters; too high is the uncontrollable brothel. Imagine this operation repeated on a hundred tracks. So it is in real life: check it out twice.

Sal Russo