Category Archives: Texts about music

We Who Are Not As Others

Hmm, the title says it all really. Yes, it is a track title (obviously) recently revisited, twice actually. I’m opposed naming/identifying “the best” or top-ten best or anything of the sort, however there are exceptions…

And in that category there’s no way of escaping 4 Hero’s Two Pages album. There’s simply no way (that I know of), and I mean that literally, there’s no possibility what so ever. Not in this existing or any other parallel universe.

Speaking of which, that would be the (the next in line, but in reality it turned out to be Icarus – Fijaka* – Recordings Of Substance ‎– HEMP 30 CD – 1999).

* I know the album is in all eventually called nothing else than “Fijaka”.

** The picture is completely unrelated by the way. It is: a die cast figurine of “Den lille havfrue” ontop of one of two Dali Ikon 1 speakers.The file name is: “two_danes_300” and the suffix is .jpg it should be .png but helas it is not.

Who’s Lighter Might This Be?

Decades serving. I thought that it would pass. I was mistaken. Serving is for life and you can not do anything about it.

Four words… Doc Scott and “Shadow Boxing”* (in all actuality that’s five words).

A long time ago. When I waited an entire evening to hear one track and ended up leaning on the stack of 10″ speakers. And till’ this day I can’t understand how I did not loose my hearing in that very moment.

I was leaning on the two meter high 10” stack… and I should have become deaf. Before or after? No, never. It was Doc Scott…

My back was literally against the stones!

Playing the same track and or break + 20 times in a row will not necessarily render you popular, but it has to be done, right?

My brothers and sisters I truly love thee! Never, ever, ever stop.

* It is the best track ever produced. Sorry.

** “Jag hatar drum’n’bass!” Was shouted from below, at street level and directed towards my balcony (I live on the third floor). I can understand the sentiment, because there is nothing more fanatic than a true d’n’b fiend. Not in this World and I do know this. There is no point trying to deny it any longer.

*** If you have witnessed speakers moving across the floor making grooves, then you know about the bass… You see/hear the kilos moving themselves across a marble floor and making grooves. When the strucal integrity of the building is at risk (the roof might cave in). Then you will become a believer. In as many words: Fastfood!

**** Yes, it is my lighter.

Örebro Acid City, Sweden

As it happened, by pure chance or divine intervention… I’m not close to being qualified to have a say in that matter.

Never mind, putting all that aside I do concur without any objections what-so-ever! I did have my suspicions, but they were hidden/rooted a very, very long time ago.

It’s been a while since I heard or listened to Acid and my background is break-based you might say.

However, I do beleive that all my suspicions/memories have been validated.

Have I ever been to Örebro? You may ask, rightfully? No, I don’t think so, I probably have passed it at some point traveling through my fair country but as far as visiting? No it is unlikely. Would I want to visit? Now? Yes!

And it being “Acid City, Sweden” does not seem outlandish at all to me and the reasons for this are numerous.

I love electronic music! And I love (almost) all the people involved in electronic music. And I love the Culture and I love the determination. Basically, I love everything about it and I have personally been doing so for at least three decades or so.

Börft Rec..

UK Supremacy

Skynet + Stakka – Voyager – Audio Blueprint – 1998.

It was ruthless then and it is as ruthless today in a Decoder kind of style.

“- We be no takin’ any prisoners today” kind of style. My Lord, it is still completely uncompromising music right there.

It is the definition of “Tech” in a drum’n’bass context if you would happen to ask me.

Don’t Leave Me Behind…


Even the Missus approved… at the time*.

And for the record this is indeed the 808th post**.

* I think that I now can understand how some things simply can not be explained properly.

How experiences actually can’t be explained properly from one generation to another and it would seem to have to do with emotions rather than experience and age and the lack of experience.

That in turn could very well be why I will never fully comprehend 68′ (Soixante Huit) or the 13th of September 1966 at Le Café de L’Odéon in Paris or the black and white photo taken on Ponte Neuf for that matter.

** Some posts have been redacted of different and obvious reasons, so you will not find 808 of them, but I can assure you that the number is indeed the correct one.

The Covent

This is what you don’t know. The eternal bass.

– What do you mean?

– The thing that you never understand. Like Serena never will or can understand June. Ever.

– The bass? It is eternal and will be so for an eternity and the ones playing it (correctly) will be and for an eternity my heroes.

– DJ Storm? She… that is… beyond words and if you can’t phantom the greatness?

– Then I pity you Fool!

© Le lac Michigan 19 mar – Joel Bissell / AP

Question – If The Track Lenght Is 07.35.00?

Why not play 07.30.00 instead of 03.33.00?

Like DJ Storm is enforcing a single track trough the mix like a true champion.

Oh my God, playing like that! It is simply not to believed in… it is… I will never escape. Ever.

It’s a question of: “Ställer skåpet där skåpet ska stå.” in the absolute sense of the word.

– What is tech? This is tech.

That would be the one and only DJ Storm.


The One And Only

The DJ is the one doing the selection and any decent DJ can do that.

Then there are brilliant ones and they over-shine everybody, the selection and the technique. Raw experience and immense talent is what it takes.

And there is a DJ that goes by the name of DJ Storm. And she is more than qualified to be called just that: a DJ.

Exhale. Breath. Relax. Live.

Would have if I could have.