Chill

Chief Bromden

Chief Bromden, nicknamed “Chief Broom” because the aides make him sweep the halls, narrates One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Although he says that he is telling the story about “the hospital, and her, and the guys—and about McMurphy,” he is also telling the story of his own journey toward sanity. When the novel begins, Bromden is paranoid, bullied, and surrounded much of the time by a hallucinated fog that represents both his medicated state and his desire to hide from reality. Moreover, he believes that he is extremely weak, even though he used to be immensely strong; because he believes it, he is extremely weak. By the end of the novel, the fog has cleared, and Bromden has recovered the personal strength to euthanize McMurphy, escape from the hospital, and record his account of the events.

 
Bromden is six feet seven inches tall (or six feet eight inches, the book is inconsistent), but because he has been belittled for so long, he thinks he “used to be big, but not no more.” He has been a patient in an Oregon psychiatric hospital for ten years. Everyone in the hospital believes that he is deaf and dumb. When McMurphy begins to pull him out of the fog, he realizes the source of his charade: “it wasn’t me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.” As Bromden himself is demystified, so too is the truth behind what has oppressed him and hindered his recovery.
This oppression has been in place since Bromden’s childhood. He is the son of Chief Tee Ah Millatoona, which means The Pine That Stands Tallest on the Mountain, and a white woman, Mary Louise Bromden, the dominant force in the couple. Chief Bromden bears his mother’s last name; his father’s acceptance of her name symbolizes her dominance over him. In one telling experience, when Bromden was ten years old, three government officials came to see his father about buying the tribe’s land so they could build a hydroelectric dam, but Bromden was home alone. When he tried to speak to the officials, they acted as if he was not there. This experience sows the seeds for his withdrawal into himself, and initiates the outside world’s treatment of him as if he were deaf and dumb. Bromden’s mother joined forces with some of the members of the tribe to pressure Bromden’s father to sell the land. Bromden, like his father, is a big man who comes to feel small and helpless.
The reason for Bromden’s hospitalization is cloaked in ambiguity. He may have had a breakdown from witnessing the decline of his father or from the horrors of fighting in World War II. Both of these possible scenarios involve an emasculating and controlling authority—in the first case the government officials, in the second the army. These authority figures provide Bromden with fodder for his dark vision of society as an oppressive conglomeration that he calls the Combine. It is also possible that, like McMurphy, Bromden was sane when he entered the hospital but that his sanity slipped when he received what is rumored to be 200 electroshock treatments. The paranoia and hallucinations he suffers from, which center on hidden machines in the hospital that physically and psychologically control the patients, can be read as metaphors for the dehumanization he has experienced in his life.

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Tide

My guest mix for The Find Magazine:

"Beatmaker Jenova 7 hooked us up with a cinematic voyage in to the archives of label Dusted Wax Kingdom. He put together some of his favourite tracks for a deep and dusty trek through grooves, breaks and jazzy stylings."

"This guest mix is a healthy taste of some of the dopest downtempo, trip hop, and jazz hop music around from the always dope Dusted Wax imprint. For more music be sure to check out Jenova 7′s releases as well as the Dusted Wax catalogue." - The Find Mag

Track list:

1. Skipless – “Rooftops Intro”
2. Jenova 7 & Mr. Moods – “Live From… (Feat. Erik Jackson)”
3. Morriarchi – “Speak Easies”
4. Mononome – “Enthusiasms (Couldn’t Ask For Anything More)
5. Revolted Child – “In the Night”
6. Hypoetical – “Situational Concept”
7. Jenova 7 – “Dark Water Jazz”
8. Third Person Lurkin – “Mountain Top Temples”
9. Mr. Moods – “Romantic Ride”
10. Bulimic Orgy & Mile – “Things Are Bad”
11. Groove Cereal – “I Dream of Music (feat. StR©k)”
12. Skipless – “Twilight Days”
13. Violent Public Disorderaz – “Bright Expressing Interlude”
14. Pitch Razahs – “Boom-Bap Relations”
15. Jenova 7 & Mr. Moods – “Smooth Jazz Backup”
16. Third Person Lurkin – “The Silver Key”
17. Erik Jackson – “Through the Storm (Esbe & Impuls Remix)”
18. Lo-Fi Scientists – “Jazz Baby”
19. Anitek – “Circles”
20. DJ Mentos – “Vibed Out”
21. Mononome – “Forever Is Wasted”
22. Jenova 7 – “Inner Space (feat. Hugo Kant)

Link & download: http://thefindmag.com/downloads/mix-jenova-7-a-journey-through-the-basement/

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A Journey Through The Basement

A remix I made for mr. Kill Emil.
The original track can be found on his 2nd solo album, entitled "Risky Business".
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D/L Risky Business

Kill Emil - 62 Moments Ft. Ettin & Manu (mononome Remix)

Smoke 'Em

Probably never going to finish this little thing.

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Everyone is Nice - Work In Progress - Electronic Chill Out Experimental

Jatos - Back To Home

One of Thomas Prime's timeless songs. 

This song is taken off Bob42jh's compilation "Sonder" you can download at the link below.

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Thomas Prime - Shadows In The Light

Timeless.

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Lyrics:

Ich will den Süden sehen, 
bevor der Westen Welten schiebt. 
denn man wird selbstverliebt, 
wenn man nur das selbe sieht. 
Ich will das Fremde fühlen, 
jeden kleinen Unterschied. 
Alles was den anderen, vom Anders sein 
noch übrig blieb. 
Denn alles fließt, 
nur aus dem selben Quellgebiet. 
Und man genießt, dass es überall 
das selbe gibt. 
Ich will die Grenze spüren 
und überfordert sein. 
Und unterscheiden zwischen Mauerhoch 
und Borderline. 
Doch Ich muss immer weiter weg, 
wenn ich das Weite such. 
Bald heißt’s Planten wechseln, 
wenn man eine Reise bucht. 
Ich will mal ausziehen 
und für ne Zeit, was anderes sehen. 
Das Tempo wechseln 
und nichts von dem man sagt verstehen. 
Was will Ich zuhören, 
wo es nie was zu reden gab. 
Ich hab gehofft zu unserer Gegend 
gäb’s n Gegensatz. 
Andere Orte, andere Stadt, 
andere Leute, anders Land. 
Sag nicht das du mich kennst! 
Du hast mich nie gekannt! 

Refrain: 
Stell dir vor du kannst nicht weg, 
weil du zu Hause bist. 
Das es Innen und kein Außen gibt, 
dort, wo stand by auf Pause trifft. 
Nichts was es draußen gibt, 
nichts was dich weg bringt. 
Es gibt nur eine Richtung, 
dafür sorgt der Westwind. 
Ich bin auf Spurensuche, 
nach etwas das echt klingt. 
Für einen Neuanfang, 
nach dem Ich mich zurecht find. 
Ja das sind Luxussorgen, 
auch wenn’s mir schlecht ging, 
sind und bleiben das Gedanken 
Von ‘nem Westkind.

Ich will den Osten sehen, bevor der Westen Welten schiebt 
und alles hören, was man es bei uns viel zu selten sieht. 
Denn soviel weiß das herz und trotzdem schweigt der Mund. 
Ich brauch für manche Bilder, endlich einen Hintergrund. 
Ich will mein Leben kurz stoppen, andere laufen weiter, 
auf Reisen, wird mein Mittelpunkt, mal Außenseiter. 
Einfach dahin, wo nichts neues, als anfängt, 
Man lernt sich besser kennen, wenn man weiß, man fühlt sich fremd. 
Ist fasziniert von Geschichte die antrifft, 
und liest nicht nur in seiner, 
nein, mein schreibt sie neu für sich. 
Alles auf Anfang, alles auf Aufbruch, 
Du bist nicht immer dort, wo’s du dir selber aussuchst. 
Hier wo man alles kriegt und zum Überleben hat, 
führt jeder Unterschied, zum Überlebenskampf. 
Jeder weiß es besser, daher denkt er kennt dich, 
ohne Verständnis, wird daheim sein ein Gefängnis.

Chill

Wilmut