Monday, September 25, 2006

Mgm Grand Las Vegas Hollywood Suite

drinking it for free last night in my dj screwed night part 2 (dj the dj scum fade into the waiter re-edit)

once gone my ambitious card cloners to drink I find myself having to take note of the fact that of all the tricks invented by man to drink for free to improvise dj è senza dubbio il più nobile. in compagnia di altri tre valorosi freedrinkers
, fedeli compagni di carenza tecnica e assenza di talento, mi accingo a fare il mio ingresso nello sfavillante territorio dei passaggi sbagliati e delle piste svuotate , augurandomi che almeno questo, dopo la sconvolgente serie di fragorosi fallimenti che sono il vero marchio di fabbrica della mia esistenza, possa essere l’inizio di una carriera luminosa. l’appuntamento è per venerdì 22 settembre, ore 22,30, al circolo pueblo , corso palestro 3, Ibiza. ingresso gratuito con tessera arci.
giusto per non fare la figura di quegli allenatori Cowards that hide the training does not benefit the opponent gather all the bravado for which they are able to communicate and the playlist in advance, further fleshing out your already flourishing bouquet of compelling reasons to stay home

the Streets - Turn The Page
tricky with DJ Muggs and Grease - She Said
Carl Craig - Dominas Anja Schneider & Sebo K - Rancho Relaxo
the field - over the ice akabu - Phuture bound (ame remix) audion - mouth to mouth Elektrochemie - Do not Go Boom Bass & Etienne de Crecy - bit torrent Isolée - bleu Oxia - domino petter - some polyphony paul nazca - pluck troy pierce - 25 bitches (matt john's 25 pitches remix) smash tv - yellow asteroids
and at this point I hope someone will come to give me the exchange. greetings.
atroC.TXZBtion


Mgm Grand Las Vegas Hollywood Suite

drinking it for free last night in my dj screwed night part 2 (dj the dj scum fade into the waiter re-edit)

once gone my ambitious card cloners to drink I find myself having to take note of the fact that of all the tricks invented by man to drink for free to improvise dj è senza dubbio il più nobile. in compagnia di altri tre valorosi freedrinkers
, fedeli compagni di carenza tecnica e assenza di talento, mi accingo a fare il mio ingresso nello sfavillante territorio dei passaggi sbagliati e delle piste svuotate , augurandomi che almeno questo, dopo la sconvolgente serie di fragorosi fallimenti che sono il vero marchio di fabbrica della mia esistenza, possa essere l’inizio di una carriera luminosa. l’appuntamento è per venerdì 22 settembre, ore 22,30, al circolo pueblo , corso palestro 3, Ibiza. ingresso gratuito con tessera arci.
giusto per non fare la figura di quegli allenatori Cowards that hide the training does not benefit the opponent gather all the bravado for which they are able to communicate and the playlist in advance, further fleshing out your already flourishing bouquet of compelling reasons to stay home

the Streets - Turn The Page
tricky with DJ Muggs and Grease - She Said
Carl Craig - Dominas Anja Schneider & Sebo K - Rancho Relaxo
the field - over the ice akabu - Phuture bound (ame remix) audion - mouth to mouth Elektrochemie - Do not Go Boom Bass & Etienne de Crecy - bit torrent Isolée - bleu Oxia - domino petter - some polyphony paul nazca - pluck troy pierce - 25 bitches (matt john's 25 pitches remix) smash tv - yellow asteroids
and at this point I hope someone will come to give me the exchange. greetings.
atroC.TXZBtion


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

How Much To Charge For Sprinkler System

last night to DJ screwed my night


just ride the fiesta of my mom can barely contain the exuberance of already
vj enzo
he go from that first in Holland and we get rolling we see that God makes much I Trofarello maastricht-eight hours from slot to slot. but then remain holed up all the time in the first lane to see audi the other whiz and looking good and send the odometer in triple digits. In fact, because of him we get to Maastricht are nine and a half ago, it's raining, it's cold, we have already given the bottom of all our repertoire of curses that would suffice until Sunday, we have no place to go and when we try to feed us We go into a pub and I trust the experience of master chef enzo advising the baguette with eggs and bacon, we see that when we would get the waiter to tell him, sorry eh, look at that maybe someone got sick on our sandwiches . doubt released from the first taste by which the suspect becomes inexorable certainty. seen and considered later in a sandwich with raw herring tasted a couple of days later, also made in Holland, I feel I can rule the inclusion of Dutch cuisine in the list of the great evils of the world to the opposite of Nazism, Catholicism and Milan. The raid by the vague ambition narcotourism we had driven there after half an hour ends sadly with un'ingloriosa withdrawn inside the Belgian border, where they sell drugs at the bar so at least the cooks do not go to work without a crack.


the eve of the festival gave us the sun one week at a time when we face the odyssey of the entrance to camp, with bags on their shoulders in line for hours in search of new gods from cursing, until we arrive at the rectangle of grass that has been assigned, right next to a giant cow shit so big that I had mistaken for Luxembourg.
vj enzo
who had come there to massacre groupies must put your heart at peace when it becomes ridiculous in front of the entire population desperate for festival-goers wandering around the camp shouting, "I have stolen luggage! I have stolen luggage! and now what the hell do I? want to go home. " when he realized that the luggage was located about a foot from his ass flatulent was obviously too late to remedy the huge cross that thousands of girls present had drawn on his person. we recover in the evening with a sortie around Hasselt, that is referred to as the fashion capital of Belgium and in fact for not knowing how to read or write I won a velvet jacket layer so that this fall when I put on it seems to me already hear the sound of vaginas lubricate it as I passed. the evening we try to beat the homesick in the company of
dietnam
,
yoshi
, their wives and
simona
and
valentina
, with the latter two give us a hand to dry the bowl, we had racked san simon from home with the skill and wisdom that is suited to that rather than a digestive liqueur per noi è stato un vero maestro di vita. a proposito di digestione il destino cinico e baro ha voluto che io ritrovassi la mia regolarità intestinale proprio in questa landa di latrine malariche e maleodoranti, dove dopo la prima esperienza ho giurato a me stesso che non avrei cagato mai più, e infatti quando mi sono unito al popolo delle beatheadz che per tre giorni hanno affollato i due palchi dance, mentre loro mangiavano pastiglie, annusavano popper, si infilavano su per il naso delle pietre di bamba del valore di un’utilitaria, io ho pensato di affidarmi solo ad un sapiente mix di birra e imodium nel tentativo di cementarmi definitivamente l’intestino.
il primo ingresso nella dance hall è per il grande
mocky
, entertainer of race, unlikely prophet of 'R & B and more delirious parody. special mention for two pieces of recent navy brown blues: "animal" and especially "in the meantime," with a female voice to take the place of Jamie Lidell. then travel under the stage for
James Holden, who unlike all the others only with clubs who thought he was rather close to the minimal elegance that has marked the great "James Holden at the Controls" (thanks to the Kaiser for the tip), without renouncing to the drill floor with a shower of low and made me raise my thumb up. the end result is also winner of the prize for the longest tuft with dj tiga was disqualified because it presented himself with the hat and Erol Alkan had evidently scissor kick. interrupt only to look at the knife
, which exhibited a more dark concerts, martial and absolutely amazing with their fake dance without beats where the shot never comes stuns us and waiting. I continue to suck these birrini insipid stuff that the only drink that is given us in this place. at the end of three days between me and vj enzo
the boss, the educator in the uniform of electricity, we will drink roughly the equivalent of the Ligurian Sea but there was no way to cast this nagging sense of sobriety that blunts. waiting for the live dj shadow
became exhausting. I knew that nothing would have been more like and in fact the first time when he goes on stage five minutes I do not understand even more where I am. a riot. do not think I exaggerate when I say that to see this man at work was one of the most beautiful stuff that I happened to be in life. see him manipulate a tiny fraction of his vast record collection is stuff that changes the way we relate with the sound. and those tiny sights on the console of which I enjoyed, I had the privilege to see him touch his records, to enjoy the gift that only he has to dip his fingertips in the field of sound and place it in time and space to document the our time with a collage of fragments sedimented into a kind giant brain Listening to sound greedy and is the memory of postmodernity. I've seen him rip beats, samples, verses, choruses and riffs from their records of membership, subtract sounds to their own devices to build new beats, new forms, new movements of brain waves that have taken possession of my body and I was shaken by foundations to give back to the world with him a new awareness. awareness of what I do not know exactly, but now I know something you do not know and I will devote the rest of my life to spreading the word and I hope that the two girls who shared the experience with me are ready to testify. I had come there for the set of tiga but when he arrived I was so consumed that I have no right over an hour, enjoying the beginning, however, despite fairly limp because he did not feel a dick, an event which nearly cut off also the set of Erol Alkan. I go out and start to spin up and down to save a kitten who are skinning somewhere. I come to her complaints but I do not know from where. when I come near the main stage I realize that they were only echoes of the concert radiohead, a band that seems to have made its entry into the music business with the sole purpose of crushing the testicles of the undersigned. I hear everything is in His right place, or how the fuck it is called directly in a tent in a sleeping bag and it happens to be the only night I could sleep. The second day starts with a big question: after you've had a set of carl craig three o'clock in the afternoon how the fuck do you go back on Monday at work in front of the PC without taking into serious consideration the possibility of doing you enter the magical world of serial killing. fuck I tell you of the master dark glasses, Fred Perry, impassive before the console like a fucking ninja, and how would vj enzo, an hour and a half from slot to slot, spanking tirelessly to get a set with bone-dry, Tribal zero looks across the border as he would assume his final fabric 25. and a final marked by the bells jeff mills of god that bastard ... later Colder the Parisians, who were a little 'memento mori of the festival. in an event dedicated to the joy of carnival, the indiscriminate promiscuity, for beer in the early morning and sixty cigarettes a day without thinking of a fuck they came to remind us that we must die sooner or later. now we're having fun in the world but there are pain, anguish and suffering. Joydivision their plagiarism may be irritating to most people, and is attenuated only slightly in the most danceable to leave room for imitation of the new order. in our minds thanks to draw a huge cock, but despite evidence enough disappointing I will continue to estimate. Some critics may argue "but then why do not you listen to the original?" But then I could argue back "but then why do not you think to your stracazzi?". then, among other things for himself wanting to be someone else is not necessarily a bad thing, and to remove any doubt, see for example Case Peter Murphy / David Bowie or Johnny Thunders / keith richards.
who could be so fucking lost from the concert TV on the Radio? Just a shame that this dance has enough of his desire to revisit his past metal. present. ministry direction. I I always wanted to see Al Jourgensen of my eyes because this man has two considerable merits: the first is to be still alive despite a supply of rare debauchery, the second is that he gave one of his records under the most brilliant that the history of rock memories: the dark side of the spoon (with reference to his past heroin). supervening unfortunately my artistic maturity prevent me from fully appreciating this fresco built on a basic techno-hardcore sound, a wall of guitars on eardrums trying to riprodurti the impact of a freight train on the back and a brute of a rare villi that fall on the microphone yelling diooopooorrcccoooooooo !!!!!!!!. massive attack : fuck, the invasion of low living. vibrate just below the scrotum, thunder in your stomach all night, and safe from harm in all its forms remains one of the best songs never go inside my brain. some could not wait to see them all together and instead the impression is that more and more solo group of Robert Del Naja. and then turn vaguely prog makes me feel nostalgic for that array now dub stemperatissima. But God makes these were the problems of life. day 3. kelley polar sfanculare tends to his cosmic scandinavian music because of its aridity voice. sin. for motor should be restored ancient usanza della garrota. il loro krauto-terronismo offende la dignità di noi fruitori di suoni sintetici. si vergognino anche solo per come si sono presentati sul palco. avrebbero voluto essere quello che sono stati i
black strobe il giorno prima, senza però sapere che certi suoni e certe attitudini per esistere devono necessariamente passare per il rock’n’roll, sia che tu li suoni sia che tu li sintetizzi. ma cosa cazzo ve lo dico a fare. erol alkan : uno dei nomi che ha trascinato i nostri culi fin quassù. però dio fa sbagliarmi un passaggio come l’uscita da “around the world” ci ha fatto davvero rotolare i coglioni sul dance floor. a rimetterli dentro i boxer ci ha pensato l’ingresso of "Killing in the Name of". and shit who could not remember the text by heart. a moment of collective delirium that frankly I did not expect. I certainly do not explain how such a technique ended up in poverty in the fingertips of one of DJ and remixer of the moment the most imaginative and surprising, but every piece that comes is a joy and not even if the boundless ambition of virtuosity produces these moments of discouragement last certainly not enough to diminish the enthusiasm. I danced for days without the support of chemical additives, are soaked and my body is shaken by violent shaking, I drink beers that never end and smoke cigarettes that go out immediately because of the incessant rain. I drag myself in anyway close to the stage of daft punk. I think the dance is a speech to be able to catch the pace at which they move things and people around us, unable to synthesize it and recreate it to go and intercept those sensors of the brain that make you move when hit your ass, then returns a summarized view of the world, primitive, harsh, only instinct. I look for this when I go in search of the beat. to minor variations on the theme that I know due to the zero degree of life, I do see the physical side of things, when dull perception means to purify the sensory systems to the point of capture only the essence and a few other nuances around. the daft punk they did it at the end of the millennium. da funk is a miracle. Reviews Around the World and 909 (notably absent) were almost the same. to the point of thinking that you really were a product of the laboratory, an experiment in musical robotics. Now the two robots pierce the veil of isolationism in which they had repaired and reappear inside a pyramid of light striking visual impact. investigate themselves, on the dualism human / robot from which they emerged battered and withered and the impression is that all the time who were able to anticipate them have finally trapped inside a capsule view of where the future never comes. I'm sorry, but I feel obliged to move on. type fall somewhere looking to recover the lost item and delete the white noise in the brain produced by the torn eardrums. I have coffee in the office this morning but I wanted small beer. I propose work but I wanted to take the guitar in the face Saturday morning with the type
rogers sisters. I smoke forty cigarettes and combat cough in the morning when they wake up after setting fire to another. I feel a bit 'like Homer Simpson when they try to pull away from the camp of the Rolling Stones but there is no need to despair because they get caught up in the meantime the rock'n'roll he is always there when you want and just take a step. sometimes it was hard because the joints cracked but in the end the important I understand that you will get a shot in the face before they throw me the urge to boo me your ears. greetings to all, especially to those they do not remember the name because when you tell me despite my vague nods I was fantasizing about high school students swarmed around me that Central European
atroC.TXZBtion ideal build (in order of random): 1. Mocky "animal" 2. Mocky "in the meantime"
3. Infadels Murder That Sound " 4. Infadels "Steady As She Goes (Raconteurs) 5. DJ Shadow "Six Days"
6. DJ Shadow "Organ Donor" 7. Tiga "You Gonna Want Me" (tiga dj set) 8. futurheads "skip to the end" (digitalism remix - tiga dj set) 9. lcd soundsystem "tribulations" (tiga dj set) 10. closer "wrong baby" 11. black strobe "italian fareflies" 12. midlake "van occuphanter" 13. spinto band "did i tell you" 14. kelley polar "here in the night" 15. massive attack "safe from harm" 16. massive attack "angel" 17. franz ferdinand "the fallen" (justice remix - justice dj set) 18. daft punk "technologic"
19. jeff mills "the bells" (carl craig dj set)
20. r.a.t.m. "killing in the name of" (erol alkan dj set)
21. scissor sisters "confortably numb"






How Much To Charge For Sprinkler System

last night to DJ screwed my night


just ride the fiesta of my mom can barely contain the exuberance of already
vj enzo
he go from that first in Holland and we get rolling we see that God makes much I Trofarello maastricht-eight hours from slot to slot. but then remain holed up all the time in the first lane to see audi the other whiz and looking good and send the odometer in triple digits. In fact, because of him we get to Maastricht are nine and a half ago, it's raining, it's cold, we have already given the bottom of all our repertoire of curses that would suffice until Sunday, we have no place to go and when we try to feed us We go into a pub and I trust the experience of master chef enzo advising the baguette with eggs and bacon, we see that when we would get the waiter to tell him, sorry eh, look at that maybe someone got sick on our sandwiches . doubt released from the first taste by which the suspect becomes inexorable certainty. seen and considered later in a sandwich with raw herring tasted a couple of days later, also made in Holland, I feel I can rule the inclusion of Dutch cuisine in the list of the great evils of the world to the opposite of Nazism, Catholicism and Milan. The raid by the vague ambition narcotourism we had driven there after half an hour ends sadly with un'ingloriosa withdrawn inside the Belgian border, where they sell drugs at the bar so at least the cooks do not go to work without a crack.


the eve of the festival gave us the sun one week at a time when we face the odyssey of the entrance to camp, with bags on their shoulders in line for hours in search of new gods from cursing, until we arrive at the rectangle of grass that has been assigned, right next to a giant cow shit so big that I had mistaken for Luxembourg.
vj enzo
who had come there to massacre groupies must put your heart at peace when it becomes ridiculous in front of the entire population desperate for festival-goers wandering around the camp shouting, "I have stolen luggage! I have stolen luggage! and now what the hell do I? want to go home. " when he realized that the luggage was located about a foot from his ass flatulent was obviously too late to remedy the huge cross that thousands of girls present had drawn on his person. we recover in the evening with a sortie around Hasselt, that is referred to as the fashion capital of Belgium and in fact for not knowing how to read or write I won a velvet jacket layer so that this fall when I put on it seems to me already hear the sound of vaginas lubricate it as I passed. the evening we try to beat the homesick in the company of
dietnam
,
yoshi
, their wives and
simona
and
valentina
, with the latter two give us a hand to dry the bowl, we had racked san simon from home with the skill and wisdom that is suited to that rather than a digestive liqueur per noi è stato un vero maestro di vita. a proposito di digestione il destino cinico e baro ha voluto che io ritrovassi la mia regolarità intestinale proprio in questa landa di latrine malariche e maleodoranti, dove dopo la prima esperienza ho giurato a me stesso che non avrei cagato mai più, e infatti quando mi sono unito al popolo delle beatheadz che per tre giorni hanno affollato i due palchi dance, mentre loro mangiavano pastiglie, annusavano popper, si infilavano su per il naso delle pietre di bamba del valore di un’utilitaria, io ho pensato di affidarmi solo ad un sapiente mix di birra e imodium nel tentativo di cementarmi definitivamente l’intestino.
il primo ingresso nella dance hall è per il grande
mocky
, entertainer of race, unlikely prophet of 'R & B and more delirious parody. special mention for two pieces of recent navy brown blues: "animal" and especially "in the meantime," with a female voice to take the place of Jamie Lidell. then travel under the stage for
James Holden, who unlike all the others only with clubs who thought he was rather close to the minimal elegance that has marked the great "James Holden at the Controls" (thanks to the Kaiser for the tip), without renouncing to the drill floor with a shower of low and made me raise my thumb up. the end result is also winner of the prize for the longest tuft with dj tiga was disqualified because it presented himself with the hat and Erol Alkan had evidently scissor kick. interrupt only to look at the knife
, which exhibited a more dark concerts, martial and absolutely amazing with their fake dance without beats where the shot never comes stuns us and waiting. I continue to suck these birrini insipid stuff that the only drink that is given us in this place. at the end of three days between me and vj enzo
the boss, the educator in the uniform of electricity, we will drink roughly the equivalent of the Ligurian Sea but there was no way to cast this nagging sense of sobriety that blunts. waiting for the live dj shadow
became exhausting. I knew that nothing would have been more like and in fact the first time when he goes on stage five minutes I do not understand even more where I am. a riot. do not think I exaggerate when I say that to see this man at work was one of the most beautiful stuff that I happened to be in life. see him manipulate a tiny fraction of his vast record collection is stuff that changes the way we relate with the sound. and those tiny sights on the console of which I enjoyed, I had the privilege to see him touch his records, to enjoy the gift that only he has to dip his fingertips in the field of sound and place it in time and space to document the our time with a collage of fragments sedimented into a kind giant brain Listening to sound greedy and is the memory of postmodernity. I've seen him rip beats, samples, verses, choruses and riffs from their records of membership, subtract sounds to their own devices to build new beats, new forms, new movements of brain waves that have taken possession of my body and I was shaken by foundations to give back to the world with him a new awareness. awareness of what I do not know exactly, but now I know something you do not know and I will devote the rest of my life to spreading the word and I hope that the two girls who shared the experience with me are ready to testify. I had come there for the set of tiga but when he arrived I was so consumed that I have no right over an hour, enjoying the beginning, however, despite fairly limp because he did not feel a dick, an event which nearly cut off also the set of Erol Alkan. I go out and start to spin up and down to save a kitten who are skinning somewhere. I come to her complaints but I do not know from where. when I come near the main stage I realize that they were only echoes of the concert radiohead, a band that seems to have made its entry into the music business with the sole purpose of crushing the testicles of the undersigned. I hear everything is in His right place, or how the fuck it is called directly in a tent in a sleeping bag and it happens to be the only night I could sleep. The second day starts with a big question: after you've had a set of carl craig three o'clock in the afternoon how the fuck do you go back on Monday at work in front of the PC without taking into serious consideration the possibility of doing you enter the magical world of serial killing. fuck I tell you of the master dark glasses, Fred Perry, impassive before the console like a fucking ninja, and how would vj enzo, an hour and a half from slot to slot, spanking tirelessly to get a set with bone-dry, Tribal zero looks across the border as he would assume his final fabric 25. and a final marked by the bells jeff mills of god that bastard ... later Colder the Parisians, who were a little 'memento mori of the festival. in an event dedicated to the joy of carnival, the indiscriminate promiscuity, for beer in the early morning and sixty cigarettes a day without thinking of a fuck they came to remind us that we must die sooner or later. now we're having fun in the world but there are pain, anguish and suffering. Joydivision their plagiarism may be irritating to most people, and is attenuated only slightly in the most danceable to leave room for imitation of the new order. in our minds thanks to draw a huge cock, but despite evidence enough disappointing I will continue to estimate. Some critics may argue "but then why do not you listen to the original?" But then I could argue back "but then why do not you think to your stracazzi?". then, among other things for himself wanting to be someone else is not necessarily a bad thing, and to remove any doubt, see for example Case Peter Murphy / David Bowie or Johnny Thunders / keith richards.
who could be so fucking lost from the concert TV on the Radio? Just a shame that this dance has enough of his desire to revisit his past metal. present. ministry direction. I I always wanted to see Al Jourgensen of my eyes because this man has two considerable merits: the first is to be still alive despite a supply of rare debauchery, the second is that he gave one of his records under the most brilliant that the history of rock memories: the dark side of the spoon (with reference to his past heroin). supervening unfortunately my artistic maturity prevent me from fully appreciating this fresco built on a basic techno-hardcore sound, a wall of guitars on eardrums trying to riprodurti the impact of a freight train on the back and a brute of a rare villi that fall on the microphone yelling diooopooorrcccoooooooo !!!!!!!!. massive attack : fuck, the invasion of low living. vibrate just below the scrotum, thunder in your stomach all night, and safe from harm in all its forms remains one of the best songs never go inside my brain. some could not wait to see them all together and instead the impression is that more and more solo group of Robert Del Naja. and then turn vaguely prog makes me feel nostalgic for that array now dub stemperatissima. But God makes these were the problems of life. day 3. kelley polar sfanculare tends to his cosmic scandinavian music because of its aridity voice. sin. for motor should be restored ancient usanza della garrota. il loro krauto-terronismo offende la dignità di noi fruitori di suoni sintetici. si vergognino anche solo per come si sono presentati sul palco. avrebbero voluto essere quello che sono stati i
black strobe il giorno prima, senza però sapere che certi suoni e certe attitudini per esistere devono necessariamente passare per il rock’n’roll, sia che tu li suoni sia che tu li sintetizzi. ma cosa cazzo ve lo dico a fare. erol alkan : uno dei nomi che ha trascinato i nostri culi fin quassù. però dio fa sbagliarmi un passaggio come l’uscita da “around the world” ci ha fatto davvero rotolare i coglioni sul dance floor. a rimetterli dentro i boxer ci ha pensato l’ingresso of "Killing in the Name of". and shit who could not remember the text by heart. a moment of collective delirium that frankly I did not expect. I certainly do not explain how such a technique ended up in poverty in the fingertips of one of DJ and remixer of the moment the most imaginative and surprising, but every piece that comes is a joy and not even if the boundless ambition of virtuosity produces these moments of discouragement last certainly not enough to diminish the enthusiasm. I danced for days without the support of chemical additives, are soaked and my body is shaken by violent shaking, I drink beers that never end and smoke cigarettes that go out immediately because of the incessant rain. I drag myself in anyway close to the stage of daft punk. I think the dance is a speech to be able to catch the pace at which they move things and people around us, unable to synthesize it and recreate it to go and intercept those sensors of the brain that make you move when hit your ass, then returns a summarized view of the world, primitive, harsh, only instinct. I look for this when I go in search of the beat. to minor variations on the theme that I know due to the zero degree of life, I do see the physical side of things, when dull perception means to purify the sensory systems to the point of capture only the essence and a few other nuances around. the daft punk they did it at the end of the millennium. da funk is a miracle. Reviews Around the World and 909 (notably absent) were almost the same. to the point of thinking that you really were a product of the laboratory, an experiment in musical robotics. Now the two robots pierce the veil of isolationism in which they had repaired and reappear inside a pyramid of light striking visual impact. investigate themselves, on the dualism human / robot from which they emerged battered and withered and the impression is that all the time who were able to anticipate them have finally trapped inside a capsule view of where the future never comes. I'm sorry, but I feel obliged to move on. type fall somewhere looking to recover the lost item and delete the white noise in the brain produced by the torn eardrums. I have coffee in the office this morning but I wanted small beer. I propose work but I wanted to take the guitar in the face Saturday morning with the type
rogers sisters. I smoke forty cigarettes and combat cough in the morning when they wake up after setting fire to another. I feel a bit 'like Homer Simpson when they try to pull away from the camp of the Rolling Stones but there is no need to despair because they get caught up in the meantime the rock'n'roll he is always there when you want and just take a step. sometimes it was hard because the joints cracked but in the end the important I understand that you will get a shot in the face before they throw me the urge to boo me your ears. greetings to all, especially to those they do not remember the name because when you tell me despite my vague nods I was fantasizing about high school students swarmed around me that Central European
atroC.TXZBtion ideal build (in order of random): 1. Mocky "animal" 2. Mocky "in the meantime"
3. Infadels Murder That Sound " 4. Infadels "Steady As She Goes (Raconteurs) 5. DJ Shadow "Six Days"
6. DJ Shadow "Organ Donor" 7. Tiga "You Gonna Want Me" (tiga dj set) 8. futurheads "skip to the end" (digitalism remix - tiga dj set) 9. lcd soundsystem "tribulations" (tiga dj set) 10. closer "wrong baby" 11. black strobe "italian fareflies" 12. midlake "van occuphanter" 13. spinto band "did i tell you" 14. kelley polar "here in the night" 15. massive attack "safe from harm" 16. massive attack "angel" 17. franz ferdinand "the fallen" (justice remix - justice dj set) 18. daft punk "technologic"
19. jeff mills "the bells" (carl craig dj set)
20. r.a.t.m. "killing in the name of" (erol alkan dj set)
21. scissor sisters "confortably numb"