July 6th, 2004
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Twelve hours of suffusing buzz
The strings are simple. They echo, and fall. Rob Solaris presents Mehran Rowshanzaden (Take Off Flight 007 Guestmix, second set), 00:19:13 in. Breathe. Wait.
The whole night is just fantastic. Grab it from torrent while you can (if you have the bandwidth and space for a gig of 192kbps anesthesia). Music for me is far beyond recreation, it’s a set of nutrients, and trance is my vitamin A. Without it I am dry, cracked and pale, not human but a sightless, withered ghost. It brings me harmony that starts at the end of my hair and percolates down into a soft, leather soul. The tracks just roll over me like waves, and I’m floating, falling through air and water while running over mossy, sun-soaked hills, into the back of an acutely taut photograph– a shot I have yet to take but will spend most of my young life in search of, just past sunrise, crossing through the smell of dew, sandalwood mornings. I want to melt into the fabric, and have my heart sigh with every cool-cheeked dreamer in perfect harmony.
…chasing after neon eyes and velvet…
