The World of Drum and Bass (documentary)
Trailer for the documentary on the World of Drum and Bass The World of Drum & Bass Tour WODNB MIAMI WMC 2006 Fabio and Grooverider WMC 2007 pt 2 Skibadee w/ Shy FX @ WODB 07 Miami The World Of Drum And Bass, Russia(WODNB Tour date) Theory: World Of Drum and Bass - Toronto - March 2003(WODNB Tour date) www.wodnb.comwww.myspace.com/formationrecordsltdwww.myspace.com/wodnb
The World of Drum and Bass means culture to me. It means a community that is on the rise all across our great planet. It means a common ground for all countries and all religions. The world of Drum and Bass means different flavors and constant additions to talent each year from likes all across the globe. The World of Drum and Bass means Harmony and Love for the great music we call home! Atlanta show would be my selection as I've never been to the ATL. Big up!
I’ll tell you what The World Of Drum & Bass means to me. It means the sound of mountains crashing in a holocaust of the decibels, hearts bursting; the sound of the explosion within me. The drums of physiological climax when the mind is blown and force flushes through me like lava – a whirl of demons vibrating, screaming as I become real to myself. It means shutting my eyes and feeling the bassline breathe inside me; no feeling in my arms, no sensation in my legs; bliss settling on my hips for a moment before the snare kicks and it darts to my head and limbs. It means a carnival of lights, a wall of sound, a cacophonous chaos around me that brings a calm, kinetic stillness to my soul. It means ten years of the world’s wickedest conductors coming to my fucking backyard, putting down the beats & the sweat and teaching me how it’s done. It means 8 a.m.: ears ringing, feet resting, muscles aching, mind thinking it’s 355 days until I bathe in the sound and find freedom again.
I’ll tell you what The World Of Drum & Bass means to me. It means the sound of mountains crashing in a holocaust of the decibels, hearts bursting; the sound of the explosion within me. The drums of physiological climax when the mind is blown and force flushes through me like lava – a whirl of demons vibrating, screaming as I become real to myself. It means shutting my eyes and feeling the bassline breathe inside me; no feeling in my arms, no sensation in my legs; bliss settling on my hips for a moment before the snare kicks and it darts to my head and limbs. It means a carnival of lights, a wall of sound, a cacophonous chaos around me that brings a calm, kinetic stillness to my soul. It means ten years of the world’s wickedest conductors coming to my fucking backyard, putting down the beats & the sweat and teaching me how it’s done. It means 8 a.m.: ears ringing, feet resting, muscles aching, mind thinking it’s 355 days until I bathe in the sound and find freedom again.
my heart beats to good dnb.. the music dances my body.. my mind concedes to the dark rhythms.. copulating with heavy bass~lines.. consciousness filling to the brink .. creating.. riding.. flying.. anticipating.. SLAM.. collapsing.. bodies trembling to the beauty.. primal movements.. one with the beatz.. building and releasing.. BOHM.. sound niagras plummeting into infinite oceans of living reverberation
dancing on the edge is the only place to be.. WODNB Miami.. WMC 2008 nothin but love <3
