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Summer 1987. The splash of the swimming pool echoes on the edge of earshot in my cousin's room out in Carolina, gear stacked against the wall and freestyle riddims in full force in the twilight. The TR-808 kicks into gear, beats roll and bass bumping and an errant keyboard sequence dazzles across the top in … Continue reading Slow Burn
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I decided to leave with them. We set sail that very night. I was one of the crew. We called at unknown ports. For the first time, I heard the name of Kelisha, Rectis... On an island covered with tall, fragrant grasses, I met a young Greek who told me that in the years... Encolpio's … Continue reading Nautilus Of The Deep
Terranova, Terranova... doesn't that mean new land?, I heard a voice say. Traffic sounds hang like hieroglyphs in the thick of the afternoon, air hot and humid and heavy, surroundings all swathed in blankets of compression. Bass pressure rises from within the monolith's core, the digital skank of The Sabres Of Paradise cresting with gilded … Continue reading Tower Of Dub
A creature lurks in the deep — fathoms deep beneath bass pressure and walls of inertia — submerged in an ocean of sound. Its shadow slides across plant life and outcroppings of stone... a silhouette rises to the surface, slowly. Pipe organ drifts through chasms of dub — invasion creeping in a frieze of fury — it all surges upward into the deep … Continue reading The Deep
Galaxy 2 Galaxy Galaxy 2 Galaxy Underground Resistance (dedicated to the memory of Chris Hani, Bruce Lee, Brandon Lee & Yoshihiro Hattori. May your journey through the stars be peaceful.) Additional programming by Juan Atkins. Galaxy 2 Galaxy1 1. Galaxy 2 Galaxy. Journey Of The Dragons. Galaxy 2 Galaxy. Mad Mike and Juan Atkins. Underground … Continue reading Journey Of The Dragons
It was in that moment that she could see the connections, like a lattice of accord stretching over what once seemed like a tangle of happenstance. Red Money flowing through back channels, black plastic in Mass Production on factory floors; gravity's pull drawing notes ringing from the desert sands. Hada Raykoum and rhythm boxes coiling … Continue reading Duppy Dunza
San Juan after dark We stumbled out into the rain-slicked streets, half-lit in the blur of dim lamps burning, dawn tucked somewhere beyond the rise. The sound of dub drifts from the portal to some basement club into the damp of night, mixing with the distant shades of piano and the jungle. Rhythm, bass pressure … Continue reading Streetlight, Streetlight
Pyramid Of The Moon1 And the westward path continues, sliding three feet high over Caribbean waters, past the shores of the Yucatán. Journey To Pyramid. Teotihuacán looms in the distance, ship runs steady with the Quetzalcoatl mixtape lodged safely in the deck, pulsing sounds of the Mental Cube booming through the forest. It's a Yage. … Continue reading Journey To Pyramid
The arrival at Arecibo. Artech in rotation against the sky, circling concentric the vast aluminum dish set within the surface of the Earth. SETIvision. Aerial view. This crater formed from tiles, each animated with the living sleeve of a record brought back from the outer rim. Light pours through each of them, clockwise from the … Continue reading Concave Dreams