Put ever in garage this future, fun key

Test

Try this for understand what is high quality sound.
I'm witness.
Che teste!

Sub cut a neo us

But in future into microchip implanted under the skin there will be some music?

Choose the mini-mal lower for the child

The much-criticized minimal embodies a concept very contemporary, or get rid of 'useless then focus on the remaining structure and to refine details.
And 'as an architecture, which should be simple but complex.
Does anyone realize this' ambition to "make the difficult easy."
I think a champion in the midst of so much mediocrity it is "known" immediately.

Electro B.T.P. & Deep Bund

Ormai anche i titoli dei dischi ci raccontano della crisi di sistema.
By now, even the titles of the records tell us about systemic crisis.

A hole that fills the void

Really not bad!

The music of who produces music

Today even those who play dubstep can not ignore what he did Richard David James.
"Voglio una vita di quelle fatte, fatte cosi', voglio una vita alla Aphex Twin."

W.C.

Mr Oizo  has stewed me since a long time, if he hates the audience,  could not change job? He's for me only a very overrated musician, he's famous for a flat beat and has remained flat, only most irritating.

Today mr oizo is a w.c.

Tribal Rituals 2.0

The "pro(h)Ibizionist"

The pro-ibizenchi, love to go on the capital island of the night clubbing  summer, to enjoy the best dj of the world that from mid-70's alternate seamlessly from June until October in any location, from the beaches to the terraces of the hotel , via its exclusive private parties. The clubbing over there is something very serious, a business fundamental to the 'economy of' island.  You easily understand that, by the huge 6x3 billboards that stand anywhere . You don't see the faces ass of politicians, but the big faces of the top djs around the globe, as well as the classic-faces of different-aged Carl Cox (his face alone fills an entire 6x3), Sven Vath, Cyril, or Roger Sanchez, and I could go on and on with the list of names.

I mention these names from four nations landmarks in the history of the business related to the Ibizan clubbing, UK, Germany, Italy and the USA (I don't want to mention other countries, we're not playing "games without borders!").

 What a human crazy  excesses you can constantly see simply everywhere: the card-credit-pimp Rolls Royce with full options of pussies, the same old boy with three girls who accompany him to making him less depressed, but they are also in groups of 3 to reach his age!

 (Oh, this guy I 've caught everywhere, and always well accompanied...)Or you can meet some ugly man girly dressed, some soccer player who would later disqualified for doping, etc. etc. ... all mixed up with jetliners that fly over every 30 seconds. Ah! What a wonderful place Ibiza, a suitable location on the freedoms of all kinds (even to the transgressive and quiet solitude).

 Long life to the land of Ibiza pro-no-inhibition!

The pro(h)ibizionism in Italy have always been fertile ground (mother assholes is always pregnant, so we say in Italy), type one of our fagot italian politician, always talking about drugs and sex, fuck! But that trauma has received this little man when he was young?  In time I got it (^ ^) ... actually if listening him, I recommend listening to the contrary and sample it, you might rehabilitate him.

 Prohibitionism in  America has never worked well,  (docet episode of The Simpsons),  instead in Italy the contradiction is even more pronounced, here you are selling the 'alcohol but close clubs... but where the young people have to go to vent, if for example, the music has less and less space? Contradictions: the economic crisis, the fight by closing the  bar at 02 a.m. and the clubs at 04? Is it safer for the forces of order to control the flow and the habits of people out of their homes? Some are stoned and will continue to do so, needless to go around, just make sure the home due to the lack of facilities (and money). Strangely (?) Mafias are in constant enrichment, since the drugs are prohibited, so banned and illegal are still rising among young and old (the mafia fighting the crisis by lowering prices for substances, in fact), only is not clear where they are consumed ... dear joe-vanardi (our homophobic politician) do you like dirty money eh? Here the clubs are dying one by one, both for local bands and djs to those (apart from the local mafia in the hands) and the forces of order does not yet have the keys to your home, or enough fuel to get this far in forests to control you. Prohibition to drive? .. Never! Altered people should never get behind the wheel.
It would be nice to control and prohibit the Parliament rather than these crappy altered (remember the service on the tv about swabs taken in the bathrooms of parliament?) Who settled at the head of the country by sending him to crash, to rule and to send them into forced exile in Ibiza. I am pro(h)ibizionist.

This place in Verona, called "Alter Ego", was famous for musical research, and after 23 years, closes forever, no one knows why. What is certain is that most don't know where you're going to break your brain forever goers evicted from their Alter-Ego. I'm not a pro-inhibitionist.

Strenuous Jobs

If you have to do a dj set in a small location where you usually don't make live music,  if you're taller than 1.80 and play more than 4 hours, you may be prepared to smash your back. The tables to accommodate a consolle will inevitably be low. Years ago, after yet another party at an improvised place in Slovenia, where the shelf was, if possible, even lower than the average coffee bar, I asked for a chair.
I took my 2 hours sitting style piano bar musician, or if we are honest,  as an office worker. Of course, it is inevitable to feel observed for the fact of playing records, at that time I was more observed than usual.
Later, I didn't disdained the choice of the solution "dj-supermarket cashier ", but I solved the inevitable back pain that I had not been spared in previous situations.

Here I am in Milano:

High fidelity has a name and surname

Years ago I spent much time at the record store and listened to everything, stacks and stacks of vinyl records of all kinds.It worked in this way ': Tuesdays' coming all the fresh new music releases, and with colleagues DJs and friends discussed the sound or the "strength" of such a production, the labels were strong brands.We politely disputed a subtle war for get "the gem" of the moment, I remember less genres and subgenres, in the 90's there were just the 'House and Techno music, both with all possible combinations of refinement or power.What a well-being with our old Lira!8 of vinyl purchased at least 2 were taken because of the enthusiasm of the moment. At the second listening those 2 discs ended inexorably into the hut of the "swindle" ... years later, I put some junk recordings  in a garbage bag and I've "hidden the bodies".With experience, I realized one of the mistakes made, or the charm of the name written on the covers, some colleagues who were buying records without even hearing them ... ah well! too often we have fallen into the trap of the fascination of the "name".From that moment I no longer read-name titles and labels on the discs that I listened, I was only interested in what he said my left ear, finally free to collect and use only the disks that I had instinctively hit, anyway that was a good choice, it was more meritocratic.But there are always artists who have an edge over the other, and if you fall in love at the end of a record are going to remember the name of the man who did it.Here I will only talk about dj and club culture, and people and records of this "niche", that you like it or not, have affected and infected by at least 40 years of music also so-called "mass" genres.Learn to trust your ear, forget reviews and recommendations about the music, which like it or not will always remain relevant personnel.And just for the spirit of contradiction to the above, let me make a name:
Axel Boman, a guy that make clever records.

L' altra fedeltà possiede nome e cognome

Anni fa passavo molto tempo al negozio di dischi e si ascoltava di tutto, pile e pile di vinili di qualsiasi genere.

Funzionava cosi': il martedi' arrivavano tutte le novità musicali fresche di stampa, e con i colleghi dj ed amici si disquisiva sul sound o sul"tiro"di una tal produzione, le labels erano brand forti.

Educatamente si disputava una sottile guerra per accappararsi"la chicca"del momento, ricordo meno generi e sottogeneri, nei 90's esistevano semplicemente l' House music e la Techno, entrambe con tutte le possibili combinazioni di raffinatezza o potenza.

Che bella la Lira e che bello il benessere economico!

Se compravo 8 dischi a settimana sappiate che almeno 2 erano stati acquistati sulle ali dell'entusiasmo del disco ascoltato precedentemente, al secondo ascolto quei 2 dischi finivano inesorabilmente nel tugurio dei"pacchi"...anni dopo, di certe ciofeche discografiche ne ho fatto un grande sacco nero e ne ho occultato i cadaveri.

Con l' esperienza ho capito uno degli errori fatti, ovvero il fascino del nome scritto sulle copertine, colleghi che compravano certi dischi senza nemmeno averli ascoltati...ah beh! spesso ci son caduto anch'io nel tranello della fascinazione del"nome".

Dal quel momento non ho più letto nomi-titoli ed etichette sui dischi che ascoltavo, mi interessava solo quello che diceva il mio orecchio sinistro, libero finalmente di collezionare ed utilizzare solo i dischi che istintivamente mi avevano colpito, in ogni caso quella fu una buona scelta, ci fu un approccio più meritocratico.

Ma ci sono sempre artisti che possiedono una marcia in più degli altri, e se alla fine ti innamori di un disco finirai per ricordarti il nome di chi l' ha fatto.

Qui mi limito a parlare di dj e club culture, persone e dischi di questa "nicchia" che, vi piaccia o no, hanno influenzato e contaminato da almeno da 40 anni anche la musica cosiddetta "di massa".

Imparate a fidarvi del vostro orecchio, lasciate perdere recensioni e consigli riguardo alla musica, che volente o nolente rimarrà sempre di pertinenza personale.

E giusto per spirito di contraddizione rispetto a quanto detto sopra, un nome fatemelo fare:

Axel Boman...(un tale che a mio parere fa dischi intelligenti e a prova di puntina).