Like a fox he came out of the wood to growl. He knew where’s the way to the lights and the mellow dancing elves. Drooling and walking down through trees of waving limbs, there was a wizard on a log, conducting these cute sounds. With bass. And drums. And Snares. And me.
2013, Kreuzberg. Berlin. Too many years and too many nights of tripping on the floors all over the world. It’s what he likes. The club, the sweat, the feeling. And the sun! And this connection between him and it. It’s in the heart, it’s by the soul, it’s life. The music and the culture makes it worthful and fills it out. In and out. He remembers the first tape recordings from his brother in the mid-90s from some visited raves in Switzerland. Oh yes, gooood time! Speedgarage, Chicago House and Progressive House. The sound w..