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Picking strings and mashing keys are thrown into many kid's cradles. If you find additionally talent in there already, then the delight of sunlight will be rising and it will be raining happy-go-lucky fluffy drops of joy. My cradle was only gifted with talent. In 1991 it was discovered laying on ferric oxide. The Tape, mid nineties trailblazing art , became my medium. Being made out of hard plastic, I was quite comfortable in my cradle napping upon it. Until I outgrown it. The song made its way from the radio onto the tape. From the tape into you ear. From your ear into your memory. Being there, not playing games but playing havoc on my own eardrum, hence it will never ever meet his bleak twin again. Acoustically, beat-neat turmoils are and ought to be the effect. Now i was the first human being to bring the flicker over the rail tracks on tape. I granted myself with a treasured award.

When EuroTrash was the latest shit I began searching for something that'll go off with a bang. Suddenly i was holding the hol(e)y licorice disc in my hands. It was treating me nicer than a candy bar. Referring to this only in terms of size relations. Noisy, wonky, funky. I was puking sound.

Tape after tape. I saw it coming, Eurotrash was about to be replaced by its skippy Alter Ego. The cemetery of tapes piling towards the sky. On the peak of the biggest reelsaladhill I saw the black sun rising. I touched it. Slight indentations. Flat as a disc. I named it sonic cap. It rose in the 80's and reached its rearranged vertex in the 90's.

Then the 90's were gone and left us with the personal computer system. From that time on, I used it as an ax for some vocal-synthie-choclates. Today, tomorrow, soon and often, you are able to watch me among a brawling crowd, spinning, circling, phono-twisting, low-frequent soundseweetmeat. It's cross patching my eardrum so smoothly it forces you to stomp so loud, louder than Mr Russki himself dancing the Kalinka. Look out for the play button, listen in on the tracks, and spin along my black sun on 45.

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pierre:lp - live @ delete yourself Part 3 / 17.05.2008