Podcast appearances and mentions of Deadmau5

01. Luttz - Hope & Faith 02. Dowden, Noiyse Project - Disposition 03. Foglight - Secret Temple 04. Fehrplay - Cymatics 05. Akami, Juany Bravo, Nomadune - Move Off The Block 06. Quivver, Dave Seaman - Cowbells of Nuneaton 07. Dilby - Skydive 08. Alessa Khin, Tim Loco, Re Power - Afro Bass 09. No Hopes, Re Power - In The Rhythm 10. Notre Dame - Recollection 11. Oriol Calvo, Betoko - Glowing 12. Jadon Fonka - Hoffmann's Journey 13. Solis, Kostya Outta - Darshan 14. Dark Affair, Noiyse Project - The Core 15. Adam Beyer - Taking Back Control 16. Simos Tagias - Melted Pot 17. J Lauda, Kebin Van Reeken - Waves 18. Stan Kolev, Lift Bliss - Obsidian 19. Gaston Viveros, Veytik - Pulsar 20. Greenage, Den Macklin - Carousel 21. Oliver Koletzki - Weirdo 22. M.O.S., Roger Martinez - Nanda 23. Donny J - Struggle Meets Conflict 24. Abstraal Duvas - Reaady 25. Sabrina Rivas - Turbo Beat 26. Fernando Olaya - Monophonik 27. Mia Mendi, Rafael Cerato, Pavel Petrov, Peppou - Snake Eyes 28. Mattias Herrera - Elka 29. Gonzalo Cotroneo, Sineforma - Percept 30. Jiminy Hop - Cavalier 31. Anuqram - Don't Stop 32. Goaddict - Shake It 33. Quivver, Dave Seaman - The Promise 34. Hugel, Vidojean, Oliver Loenn, Mr. Alameyo - SXY 35. Alexander Silakov, Elecground - Eva 36. Redspace, Sabrina Rivas - Mirror Mind 37. Croatia Squad - Into the Night 38. Teamworx, Doriann - Personal 39. Albuquerque, Anonimat - Like First Time Flight 40. Emmanuel Dip - Clotyh 41. Almero - On Repeat 42. Kabi (Ar), Agustin Ficarra, Kamilo Sanclemente - Astrofunk 43. Donny J - Say Again 44. Yonsh - Reincarnation 45. Kyotto, Stereo Munk - Fly Fox 46. Chocolate Puma, Rene Et Gaston, Andrew Dum - Vallee De L'Armes 47. Sidepiece, Bobby Shmurda - Cash Out 48. Jfr, Dj Ruby - Kill Me Again 49. Maezbi - Enjoy The Sounds 50. Edx - Cobalt 51. Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag, The Gosha - Hanana 52. Quivver - Tweak The Train 53. W.D.L & Nobe - Working 54. Haft, Kiaro, Makhmurian - Vortex 55. Hunter Game, Aliaga, Frankey, Sandrino - Shapeless 56. Exile, Kyotto - Distant Scientist 57. Aerofeel5, Vakabular - Life Is Easy 58. Alej Ch, Nathan Katz, Ilias Katelanos, Plecta - Pulsar 59. Like Mike, Rush Avenue, Milus - Cola 60. Maze 28 - Red Lights From Afar 61. Deadmau5, Kaskade, Mass Digital - I Remember 62. Gai Barone, Gux Jimenez - Classrooms 63. Lazara - Madrid 64. Morttagua, Kyotto - Asteromorph 65. Ruben Karapetyan - Nostalgic Moments 66. Digital Mess - Stardust 67. Kaddyn Palmed, Fuenka - Ipse 68. Yadek - Arrakis 69. Dj Lutique, Xsonatix, Teneya - Newly Born 70. Paraleven, Burko - Milosonic 71. Deflee - Shake 72. Space Food - Cama 73. Pedro Sanmartin, Freedo Mosho, Futura City'S Endless - Tossa 74. Dansyn - No Type 75. Digital Mess, Mindo - Luminary 76. Solis, Kostya Outta - Darshan 77. Kyotto - Morning Sky 78. Alessa Khin, Tim Loco, Re Power - Afro Bass 79. Skytech, Fafaq - Ladadi 80. Notre Dame - Recollection 81. Kabi (Ar), Polo (Ar) - Cromo 82. Dilby - Skydive 83. Ovadia - Pentatonic 84. Sharam Jey, Xandl - Your Soul 85. Choopie, Golan Zocher - Valle Celestial 86. Yadek - Arrakis 87. Anatolie, Airsand, Turaniqa - Final Call 88. Deflee - Shake 89. Nopopstar - Unison 90. Meduza - Seek Your Truth (A Vitoria) 91. Mark (Br) - Rollercoaster 92. Cosmic Gate, Ginchy - Battalion 93. Lazara - Madrid 94. Kaddyn Palmed, Fuenka - Ipse 95. Cristoph - Give Me Some Time 96. Stan Kolev - Paths To Devotion 97. Vintage Culture, Max Milner, Layla Benitez, Hot Since - Nirvana 98. Fatum - Remember You 99. Like Mike, Rush Avenue, Milus - Cola 100. Paraframe - Rose 101. Emcroy, Noise Generation, Zek Ar - Connection A.S. 102. Maezbi - Enjoy The Sounds 103. Eleven - Keep Faith 104. W.D.L & Nobe - Working 105. Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag, The Gosha - Hanana 106. Jochem Hamerling, Vadm - Go Hi 107. Sidepiece, Bobby Shmurda - Cash Out

Deadmau5 - Live @ Tomorrowland

01. Luttz - Hope & Faith 02. Dowden, Noiyse Project - Disposition 03. Foglight - Secret Temple 04. Fehrplay - Cymatics 05. Akami, Juany Bravo, Nomadune - Move Off The Block 06. Quivver, Dave Seaman - Cowbells of Nuneaton 07. Dilby - Skydive 08. Alessa Khin, Tim Loco, Re Power - Afro Bass 09. No Hopes, Re Power - In The Rhythm 10. Notre Dame - Recollection 11. Oriol Calvo, Betoko - Glowing 12. Jadon Fonka - Hoffmann's Journey 13. Solis, Kostya Outta - Darshan 14. Dark Affair, Noiyse Project - The Core 15. Adam Beyer - Taking Back Control 16. Simos Tagias - Melted Pot 17. J Lauda, Kebin Van Reeken - Waves 18. Stan Kolev, Lift Bliss - Obsidian 19. Gaston Viveros, Veytik - Pulsar 20. Greenage, Den Macklin - Carousel 21. Oliver Koletzki - Weirdo 22. M.O.S., Roger Martinez - Nanda 23. Donny J - Struggle Meets Conflict 24. Abstraal Duvas - Reaady 25. Sabrina Rivas - Turbo Beat 26. Fernando Olaya - Monophonik 27. Mia Mendi, Rafael Cerato, Pavel Petrov, Peppou - Snake Eyes 28. Mattias Herrera - Elka 29. Gonzalo Cotroneo, Sineforma - Percept 30. Jiminy Hop - Cavalier 31. Anuqram - Don't Stop 32. Goaddict - Shake It 33. Quivver, Dave Seaman - The Promise 34. Hugel, Vidojean, Oliver Loenn, Mr. Alameyo - SXY 35. Alexander Silakov, Elecground - Eva 36. Redspace, Sabrina Rivas - Mirror Mind 37. Croatia Squad - Into the Night 38. Teamworx, Doriann - Personal 39. Albuquerque, Anonimat - Like First Time Flight 40. Emmanuel Dip - Clotyh 41. Almero - On Repeat 42. Kabi (Ar), Agustin Ficarra, Kamilo Sanclemente - Astrofunk 43. Donny J - Say Again 44. Yonsh - Reincarnation 45. Kyotto, Stereo Munk - Fly Fox 46. Chocolate Puma, Rene Et Gaston, Andrew Dum - Vallee De L'Armes 47. Sidepiece, Bobby Shmurda - Cash Out 48. Jfr, Dj Ruby - Kill Me Again 49. Maezbi - Enjoy The Sounds 50. Edx - Cobalt 51. Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag, The Gosha - Hanana 52. Quivver - Tweak The Train 53. W.D.L & Nobe - Working 54. Haft, Kiaro, Makhmurian - Vortex 55. Hunter Game, Aliaga, Frankey, Sandrino - Shapeless 56. Exile, Kyotto - Distant Scientist 57. Aerofeel5, Vakabular - Life Is Easy 58. Alej Ch, Nathan Katz, Ilias Katelanos, Plecta - Pulsar 59. Like Mike, Rush Avenue, Milus - Cola 60. Maze 28 - Red Lights From Afar 61. Deadmau5, Kaskade, Mass Digital - I Remember 62. Gai Barone, Gux Jimenez - Classrooms 63. Lazara - Madrid 64. Morttagua, Kyotto - Asteromorph 65. Ruben Karapetyan - Nostalgic Moments 66. Digital Mess - Stardust 67. Kaddyn Palmed, Fuenka - Ipse 68. Yadek - Arrakis 69. Dj Lutique, Xsonatix, Teneya - Newly Born 70. Paraleven, Burko - Milosonic 71. Deflee - Shake 72. Space Food - Cama 73. Pedro Sanmartin, Freedo Mosho, Futura City'S Endless - Tossa 74. Dansyn - No Type 75. Digital Mess, Mindo - Luminary 76. Solis, Kostya Outta - Darshan 77. Kyotto - Morning Sky 78. Alessa Khin, Tim Loco, Re Power - Afro Bass 79. Skytech, Fafaq - Ladadi 80. Notre Dame - Recollection 81. Kabi (Ar), Polo (Ar) - Cromo 82. Dilby - Skydive 83. Ovadia - Pentatonic 84. Sharam Jey, Xandl - Your Soul 85. Choopie, Golan Zocher - Valle Celestial 86. Yadek - Arrakis 87. Anatolie, Airsand, Turaniqa - Final Call 88. Deflee - Shake 89. Nopopstar - Unison 90. Meduza - Seek Your Truth (A Vitoria) 91. Mark (Br) - Rollercoaster 92. Cosmic Gate, Ginchy - Battalion 93. Lazara - Madrid 94. Kaddyn Palmed, Fuenka - Ipse 95. Cristoph - Give Me Some Time 96. Stan Kolev - Paths To Devotion 97. Vintage Culture, Max Milner, Layla Benitez, Hot Since - Nirvana 98. Fatum - Remember You 99. Like Mike, Rush Avenue, Milus - Cola 100. Paraframe - Rose 101. Emcroy, Noise Generation, Zek Ar - Connection A.S. 102. Maezbi - Enjoy The Sounds 103. Eleven - Keep Faith 104. W.D.L & Nobe - Working 105. Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag, The Gosha - Hanana 106. Jochem Hamerling, Vadm - Go Hi 107. Sidepiece, Bobby Shmurda - Cash Out

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

01. Axwell, Steve Edwards - Watch The Sunrise (Record Mix) 02. Dan Balan - Chica Bomb (Record Mix) 03. Gadjo - So Many Times (Record Mix) 04. Avener, DJ Nil - Fade Out Lines (Record Mix) 05. Outwork - Elektro (Record Mix) 06. Armin Van Buuren - Ping Pong (Record Mix) 07. Clean Bandit, Dash Berlin - Symphony (Record Mix) 08. Alesso, Matthew Koma - Years (Record Mix) 09. Jasper Forks - River Flows In You (Record Mix) 10. DJ Kuba, Ne!tan - Party On! (Record Mix) 11. Lmfao, Lauren Bennett, Goonrock - Party Rock Anthem (Record Mix) 12. Lush, Simon, Delaney Jane - In My Hands (Record Mix) 13. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 14. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 15. Moloko - Sing It Back (Record Mix) 16. Chocolate Puma, Kris Kiss, Shystie Roya - Step Back (Get Down) (Record Mix) 17. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 18. Calvin Harris, Camelphat - I'm Not Alone (Record Mix) 19. Chris Brown, Benny Benassi - Beautiful People (Record Mix) 20. Bassjackers, Kshmr, Sirah - Memories (Record Mix) 21. Moti - Lion (In My Head) (Record Mix) 22. Jay Hardway - Electric Elephants (Record Mix) 23. John Christian, Nicky Romero - Next Level (Record Mix) 24. Dada Life - Rolling Stones T-Shirt (Record Mix) 25. Serge Devant - Take Me With You (Record Mix) 26. Sidney Samson - Riverside (Record Mix) 27. Kaptn - Ricky Ricardo (Record Mix) 28. Sak Noel - Loca People (Record Mix) 29. Bodybangers - Gimme More (Record Mix) 30. Flo Rida - Good Feeling (Record Mix) 31. Loreen - Euphoria (Record Mix) 32. Rodrigezz, Rene - We Let It Burn (Record Mix) 33. Armin Van Buuren, Trevor Guthrie - This Is What It Feels Like (Record Mix) 34. Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me (Record Mix) 35. Sub Focus - Tidal Wave (Record Mix)

01. Axwell, Steve Edwards - Watch The Sunrise (Record Mix) 02. Dan Balan - Chica Bomb (Record Mix) 03. Gadjo - So Many Times (Record Mix) 04. Avener, DJ Nil - Fade Out Lines (Record Mix) 05. Outwork - Elektro (Record Mix) 06. Armin Van Buuren - Ping Pong (Record Mix) 07. Clean Bandit, Dash Berlin - Symphony (Record Mix) 08. Alesso, Matthew Koma - Years (Record Mix) 09. Jasper Forks - River Flows In You (Record Mix) 10. DJ Kuba, Ne!tan - Party On! (Record Mix) 11. Lmfao, Lauren Bennett, Goonrock - Party Rock Anthem (Record Mix) 12. Lush, Simon, Delaney Jane - In My Hands (Record Mix) 13. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 14. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 15. Moloko - Sing It Back (Record Mix) 16. Chocolate Puma, Kris Kiss, Shystie Roya - Step Back (Get Down) (Record Mix) 17. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 18. Calvin Harris, Camelphat - I'm Not Alone (Record Mix) 19. Chris Brown, Benny Benassi - Beautiful People (Record Mix) 20. Bassjackers, Kshmr, Sirah - Memories (Record Mix) 21. Moti - Lion (In My Head) (Record Mix) 22. Jay Hardway - Electric Elephants (Record Mix) 23. John Christian, Nicky Romero - Next Level (Record Mix) 24. Dada Life - Rolling Stones T-Shirt (Record Mix) 25. Serge Devant - Take Me With You (Record Mix) 26. Sidney Samson - Riverside (Record Mix) 27. Kaptn - Ricky Ricardo (Record Mix) 28. Sak Noel - Loca People (Record Mix) 29. Bodybangers - Gimme More (Record Mix) 30. Flo Rida - Good Feeling (Record Mix) 31. Loreen - Euphoria (Record Mix) 32. Rodrigezz, Rene - We Let It Burn (Record Mix) 33. Armin Van Buuren, Trevor Guthrie - This Is What It Feels Like (Record Mix) 34. Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me (Record Mix) 35. Sub Focus - Tidal Wave (Record Mix)

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. 'No Monetary Gain'

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

https://www.facebook.com/auralpmusic   Tracklisting:   01.  Aerium & Summa - Mind Beaches (Extended Mix) [Electronic Architecture] 02.  Mark Norman - Chasing The Sun (Extended Mix) [Magik Muzik] 03.  Cass & Slide - Perception (Cass Is Broken Mix) [Our Secret Lab Sounds] 04.  Nadia Ali - Rapture (VA MO LA Remix) [Smile In Bed] 05.  RÜFÜS DU SOL - Innerbloom (RUMPUS Edit) [Not Released] 06.  Coast 2 Coast Feat. Discovery - Home (Hel:sløwed Mix) [Armada Captivating] 07.  Markus Schulz vs Ferry Corsten x Omnia - Loops & Tings (Extended Mix) [A State Of Trance] 08.  Veracocha, Orjan Nilsen, Ferry Corsten - Carte Blanche (Extended Mix) [A State Of Trance] 09.  Tiësto & Mathame - Everlight (Extended Mix) [Musical Freedom Records] 10.  Proppa, Rich DietZ, and Smith & Sorren - Work (Extended Mix) [Musical Freedom Records] 11.  Adam Beyer - The Distance Between Us (Original Mix) [Drumcode] 12.  Markus Schulz x Pavlo Vicci - Get You Higher (Extended Mix) [Coldharbour Recordings] 13.  Dan Thompson & Sue McLaren - Blind Faith (Extended Mix) [Into The Abyss Music]

Ludovic Bacs is a Toronto based DJ and music programmer at the club Sounds Good. Ludo sat down with us to discuss Romania becoming too expensive, DJjing on a Wednesday afternoon, PBR&B, spending summers in Romania as a kid, whether or not Tony Price goes to the gym in a suit, learning to DJ in high school, Facebook events, throwing his first party in a condo party room in North York, getting truckers to smuggle discount booze over the border, Deadmau5, having a sense of humour about party fliers, his first time going to Detroit, Montreal dance floors, knowing how to read a crowd, winter parties, Acute Pizza, the best Cevapi in Toronto, Mexico City, cost vs value and much more!Ludovic BacsJosh McIntyreNick Marian----COLD PODJoin us on Patreon to access all episodes and weekly one on one podshttps://www.patreon.com/c/coldpod

Hocus Focus Mix met Florence & The Machine, Dua Lipa, Deadmau5, Kaskade, John Summit, Beastie Boys & Coldplay 

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

JOIN US HERE instagram.com/djekg instagram.com/milanlieskovsky TRACK OF THE WEEK D.K.O, Henrietta - Len ty a ja (Antyme Remix) EKG PLAYED Calvin Harris, Clementine Douglas - Blessings (THEMBA Remix) Adam Port, Stryv, Malachiii - Positions (Extended) Shimza, Kasango, AR/CO - Fire Fire (Extended Mix) Syntheticsax, Disla, Danis - Man With The Red Face Feat. Syntheticsax (Extended Mix) Dragonette, Moeaike, Sunnery James & Ryan Marciano, Cat Dealers, Bruno Martini - Summer Thing (Extended Mix) Camelphat - Sunshine Cedric Gervais, David Guetta - If (A Better World) (A Better World) Sub Focus, Culture Shock, Fragma - Miracle (Extended Mix) Joa, ARTBAT - The Spot (Original Mix) Doechii - Anxiety (SPICE Remix) ZHU - Faded (HNTR Remix) MILAN LIESKOVSKY PLAYED 01, Joe Stone-Make Love x Shouse-All I Need is Your Love Tonight (2SHER Mashup) 02, NUZB & Malarkey - Waiting For Ya 03, B00ST - Music Sounds Better With You X Waiting For Tonight (B00St Mashup) 04, Gracie Adams - Close To You (Olive Oil 'Lover Boy' Edit) 05, Daft Punk & Medun vs Fergie vs Nicki Minaj - One More Time vs London Bridge vs Starships (DanielBoy Mashup) 06, LUIS BARRIOS & GONZA CALDERON - ON MY MIND 07, Strong R x B00ST vs Timbaland - Give It To Me Lambo (B00ST Edit) 08, Calvin Harris - Blessings (ANGEMI x Tomas Grey Remix) 09, Voost - Memories 10, John Summit & Hayla x Tiesto - Where You Are x Drifting (SPICE Mashup) 11, ZERO TO ONE - STILL [Stage 1 - Numb] 12, Gracie Adams - Close To You (Olive Oil 'Lover Boy' Edit) 13, TAIGA - Hold Me Now 14, Laidback Luke - Left Or Right (feat. Matthew Nolan) GUESTMIX BY ARDIN Chris Lake - Savana Thinking About You (Konnect Edit) Riton - Shake Shake (Diffrent Remix) The Days (NOTION Remix) Notion - TEMPORARY FRIENDS (feat. Charlotte Plank) Nimino - I Only Smoke When I Drink (Manil Remix) Sammy Virji - I Guess We're Not the Same Ardin x Lorea - Misbehave Ardin x YourEvilBoyfriend - Strangers SUMMER ANTHEMS BY MILAN LIESKOVSKY 01, Sigala - Easy Love 02, Audien - Lose It All (ft. Rory Hope) 03, Deadmau5, Chris James - The Veldt 04, Bastille - Pompeii (Audien Remix) 05, Odssey ft. Jordan Grace - That Kind Of Love 06, Lost Frequencies, The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition 07, Alesso, Nico & Vinz - I Wanna Know (Alesso & Deniz Koyu Remix) 08, Adem Bogoceli x Farenthide - Yimanya 09, Jerry Ropero, Mijangos, Jesus Fernandez, Hugel, Jerry Ropero, Hugel, Mijangos - CORAÇAO 10, Avi Snow & Zeeba - Starlight 11, Crazibiza, ZAYN - Day and Night (House of Prayers Sunset mix) 12, The Nightcrawlers - Push The Feeling 13, Deep West, Moloko - On My Mind (GUZ Remix) 14, Don Diablo, Nelly Furtado - Doing Nothin' 15, Gianpiero Xp, The Kollective - Let There Be House

01. Calvin Harris, Camelphat - I'm Not Alone (Record Mix) 02. Axwell - Nobody Else (Record Mix) 03. Gadjo - So Many Times (Record Mix) 04. Fedde Le Grand - Put Your Hands Up For (Record Mix) 05. Bodyrox - Yeah Yeah (Record Mix) 06. David Guetta - The World Is Mine (Record Mix) 07. Pakito - Living on Video (Record Mix) 08. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 09. E-squire, Jolyon Petch - Rhythm Is A Dancer (Record Mix) 10. Avicii, Sebastien Drums - My Feelings For You (Record Mix) 11. Global Deejays - Sound Of San Francisco (Record Mix) 12. DJ Antoine, Beat Shakers - Ma Cherie (Record Mix) 13. Aphrodite, Deadly Hunta, Aj - Ganja Man (Record Mix) 14. Alice Deejay - Better Of Alone (Record Mix) 15. Klubbheads - Here We Go (Record Mix) 16. Barthezz - On The Move (Record Mix) 17. Flo Rida, Pitbull - Can't Believe It (Record Mix) 18. Freaks, Vandalism - The Creeps (Get on the Dancefloor) (Record Mix) 19. Armin Van Buuren - We Are Here To Make Some Noise (Record Mix) 20. Martin Garrix, Usher - Don't Look Down (Record Mix) 21. Faithless - Insomnia (Record Mix) 22. Afrojack, Quintino - Selecta (Record Mix) 23. Player, Remady - No Superstar (Record Mix) 24. Benny Benassi, Gary Go - Cinema (Record Mix) 25. Deadmau5, Gartner - Animal Rights (Record Mix) 26. Hardwell, Chris Jones - Young Again (Record Mix) 27. Ian Carey, Micelle Shellers - Keep On Rising (Record Mix) 28. Olav Basoski, Mitchie One - Waterman (Record Mix) 29. Justice, Simian - We Are Your Friends (Record Mix)

01. Calvin Harris, Camelphat - I'm Not Alone (Record Mix) 02. Axwell - Nobody Else (Record Mix) 03. Gadjo - So Many Times (Record Mix) 04. Fedde Le Grand - Put Your Hands Up For (Record Mix) 05. Bodyrox - Yeah Yeah (Record Mix) 06. David Guetta - The World Is Mine (Record Mix) 07. Pakito - Living on Video (Record Mix) 08. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 09. E-squire, Jolyon Petch - Rhythm Is A Dancer (Record Mix) 10. Avicii, Sebastien Drums - My Feelings For You (Record Mix) 11. Global Deejays - Sound Of San Francisco (Record Mix) 12. DJ Antoine, Beat Shakers - Ma Cherie (Record Mix) 13. Aphrodite, Deadly Hunta, Aj - Ganja Man (Record Mix) 14. Alice Deejay - Better Of Alone (Record Mix) 15. Klubbheads - Here We Go (Record Mix) 16. Barthezz - On The Move (Record Mix) 17. Flo Rida, Pitbull - Can't Believe It (Record Mix) 18. Freaks, Vandalism - The Creeps (Get on the Dancefloor) (Record Mix) 19. Armin Van Buuren - We Are Here To Make Some Noise (Record Mix) 20. Martin Garrix, Usher - Don't Look Down (Record Mix) 21. Faithless - Insomnia (Record Mix) 22. Afrojack, Quintino - Selecta (Record Mix) 23. Player, Remady - No Superstar (Record Mix) 24. Benny Benassi, Gary Go - Cinema (Record Mix) 25. Deadmau5, Gartner - Animal Rights (Record Mix) 26. Hardwell, Chris Jones - Young Again (Record Mix) 27. Ian Carey, Micelle Shellers - Keep On Rising (Record Mix) 28. Olav Basoski, Mitchie One - Waterman (Record Mix) 29. Justice, Simian - We Are Your Friends (Record Mix)

01. Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding - I Need Your Love (Record Mix) 02. David Guetta, Sia - Titanium (Record Mix) 03. Example - Wont Go Quietly (Record Mix) 04. Zhu - In The Morning (Record Mix) 05. The Ian Carey Project, Vandalism - Get Shaky (Record Mix) 06. Will.I.Am, Britney Spears - Scream Shout (Record Mix) 07. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 08. Global Deejays - Hardcore Vibes (Record Mix) 09. Keanu Silva - Pump Up The Jam (Record Mix) 10. Basto! - I Rave You (Record Mix) 11. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 12. Oliver Heldens - Melody (Record Mix) 13. Junior Jack - E-Samba (Record Mix) 14. Ivan Gough, Feenixpawl, Georgi Kay, Axwell - In My Mind (Record Mix) 15. Philip George - Wish You Were Mine (Record Mix) 16. Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant - Find You (Record Mix) 17. Moti - Valencia (Record Mix) 18. Bassjackers, Kshmr, Sirah - Memories (Record Mix) 19. Swanky Tunes, Raign - Fix Me (Record Mix) 20. Don Diablo - On My Mind (Record Mix) 21. 3Lau, Bright Lights - How You Love Me (Record Mix) 22. Antonio Giacca - Chemistry (Record Mix) 23. Nervo, Hook N Sling - Reason (Record Mix) 24. Cid - Creepin' (Record Mix) 25. Otto Knows - Million Voices (Record Mix) 26. Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Vinai - Louder (Record Mix) 27. W&W - Ghost Town (Record Mix) 28. Fedde Le Grand, Niels Geusebroek - Falling (Record Mix) 29. Abel Ramos, Albert Neve - Flat Beat (Record Mix) 30. Swedish House Mafia, John Martin - Save the World (Record Mix) 31. Kid Cudi, Crookers - Day'n'Nite (Record Mix) 32. Bon Garcon, Seamus Haji, Paul Emanuel - Freek U (Record Mix) 33. Eric Prydz, Retarded Funk - Call on Me (Record Mix) 34. Alesso, Tove Lo - Heroes (We Could Be) (Record Mix) 35. Paul Van Dyk - Let Go (Record Mix)

01. Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding - I Need Your Love (Record Mix) 02. David Guetta, Sia - Titanium (Record Mix) 03. Example - Wont Go Quietly (Record Mix) 04. Zhu - In The Morning (Record Mix) 05. The Ian Carey Project, Vandalism - Get Shaky (Record Mix) 06. Will.I.Am, Britney Spears - Scream Shout (Record Mix) 07. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 08. Global Deejays - Hardcore Vibes (Record Mix) 09. Keanu Silva - Pump Up The Jam (Record Mix) 10. Basto! - I Rave You (Record Mix) 11. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 12. Oliver Heldens - Melody (Record Mix) 13. Junior Jack - E-Samba (Record Mix) 14. Ivan Gough, Feenixpawl, Georgi Kay, Axwell - In My Mind (Record Mix) 15. Philip George - Wish You Were Mine (Record Mix) 16. Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant - Find You (Record Mix) 17. Moti - Valencia (Record Mix) 18. Bassjackers, Kshmr, Sirah - Memories (Record Mix) 19. Swanky Tunes, Raign - Fix Me (Record Mix) 20. Don Diablo - On My Mind (Record Mix) 21. 3Lau, Bright Lights - How You Love Me (Record Mix) 22. Antonio Giacca - Chemistry (Record Mix) 23. Nervo, Hook N Sling - Reason (Record Mix) 24. Cid - Creepin' (Record Mix) 25. Otto Knows - Million Voices (Record Mix) 26. Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Vinai - Louder (Record Mix) 27. W&W - Ghost Town (Record Mix) 28. Fedde Le Grand, Niels Geusebroek - Falling (Record Mix) 29. Abel Ramos, Albert Neve - Flat Beat (Record Mix) 30. Swedish House Mafia, John Martin - Save the World (Record Mix) 31. Kid Cudi, Crookers - Day'n'Nite (Record Mix) 32. Bon Garcon, Seamus Haji, Paul Emanuel - Freek U (Record Mix) 33. Eric Prydz, Retarded Funk - Call on Me (Record Mix) 34. Alesso, Tove Lo - Heroes (We Could Be) (Record Mix) 35. Paul Van Dyk - Let Go (Record Mix)

Join Timmy Trumpet on SINPHONY Radio Episode 228 for artist spotlight: Sub Zero Project. Eric Prydz has a documentary in the works, Deadmau5 launches a 24-hour music livestream and Martin Garrix reveals his upcoming album.

Hop, Mise en Ligne des "Nostalgiques Part 52 », Avec Pour Cette Fois un Mix Composer de Vieux Tube Comme : ALLIANCE ETHNIK, BOB SINCLAR, CHRISTOPHER S, CORONA, DEADMAU5, DR DRE, JENNIFER LOPEZ, LADY GAGA, LOLA YOUNG, MADONNA, MARY J BLIGE, ROBIN S, ROGER SANCHEZ, SENTINEL GROOVE etc... Que du Vieux son en Version Remixer ! Bonne Ecoute !

We talked about a recent Vegas trip where we saw Deadmau5 up close. I got offered drugs twice, got groped, and realized I might be a “genre of man.” The visuals and sound were incredible, and mom loved it. Scott also accidentally locked our dog and cat in a kennel together for hours—no injuries, just awkward. We talked about Squid Game season 3, horror games vs. movies, and Nick's ridiculous art talent he refuses to use. Scott discovered a tattooed dog, ranted about overpriced Vegas booths, shared tips for navigating crowds, and recommended two documentaries: Poop Cruise and Pharrell's Lego doc from Carter. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We talked about a recent Vegas trip where we saw Deadmau5 up close. I got offered drugs twice, got groped, and realized I might be a “genre of man.” The visuals and sound were incredible, and mom loved it. Scott also accidentally locked our dog and cat in a kennel together for hours—no injuries, just awkward. We talked about Squid Game season 3, horror games vs. movies, and Nick's ridiculous art talent he refuses to use. Scott discovered a tattooed dog, ranted about overpriced Vegas booths, shared tips for navigating crowds, and recommended two documentaries: Poop Cruise and Pharrell's Lego doc from Carter. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join the Bad Boys of EDM in discussing controversial topics and unfiltered commentary. On this episode we discuss the Deadmau5 vs James Hype beef, Calvin Harris getting accused of stealing a sample , our recent thoughts on Serum 2 & more off the wall topics... 

01. Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding - I Need Your Love (Record Mix) 02. David Guetta, Sia - Titanium (Record Mix) 03. Example - Wont Go Quietly (Record Mix) 04. Zhu - In The Morning (Record Mix) 05. The Ian Carey Project, Vandalism - Get Shaky (Record Mix) 06. Will.I.Am, Britney Spears - Scream Shout (Record Mix) 07. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 08. Global Deejays - Hardcore Vibes (Record Mix) 09. Keanu Silva - Pump Up The Jam (Record Mix) 10. Basto! - I Rave You (Record Mix) 11. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 12. Oliver Heldens - Melody (Record Mix) 13. Junior Jack - E-Samba (Record Mix) 14. Ivan Gough, Feenixpawl, Georgi Kay, Axwell - In My Mind (Record Mix) 15. Philip George - Wish You Were Mine (Record Mix) 16. Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant - Find You (Record Mix) 17. Moti - Valencia (Record Mix) 18. Bassjackers, Kshmr, Sirah - Memories (Record Mix) 19. Swanky Tunes, Raign - Fix Me (Record Mix) 20. Don Diablo - On My Mind (Record Mix) 21. 3Lau, Bright Lights - How You Love Me (Record Mix) 22. Antonio Giacca - Chemistry (Record Mix) 23. Nervo, Hook N Sling - Reason (Record Mix) 24. Cid - Creepin' (Record Mix) 25. Otto Knows - Million Voices (Record Mix) 26. Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Vinai - Louder (Record Mix) 27. W&W - Ghost Town (Record Mix) 28. Fedde Le Grand, Niels Geusebroek - Falling (Record Mix) 29. Abel Ramos, Albert Neve - Flat Beat (Record Mix) 30. Swedish House Mafia, John Martin - Save the World (Record Mix) 31. Kid Cudi, Crookers - Day'n'Nite (Record Mix) 32. Bon Garcon, Seamus Haji, Paul Emanuel - Freek U (Record Mix) 33. Eric Prydz, Retarded Funk - Call on Me (Record Mix) 34. Alesso, Tove Lo - Heroes (We Could Be) (Record Mix) 35. Paul Van Dyk - Let Go (Record Mix)

01.  Michael Cassette - Knight Rider (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep] 02.  Arodes, Emvafaya Feat. Darla Jade - Teenage Crime (Francis Mercier Edit) [Deep Root Underground] 03.  Arodes - Kidz (Extended Mix) [Unreleased Records] 04.  Quivver & Stelios Vassiloudis - Love You Better (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep] 05.  CamelPhat x The Temper Trap - NYP2 Disposition (House Music Bro & Mr Pig Mashup) [Not Released] 06.  RÜFÜS DU SOL - Innerbloom (RUMPUS Edit) [Not Released] 07.  Einmusik & Solee - We Talk About Dreams (Original Mix) [Einmusika Recordings] 08.  Benny Benassi With ARTBAT - Love Is Gonna Save Us (Extended Mix) [D:vision Records] 09.  Wehbba - ESSENCE (Original Mix) [HIFN] 10.  Orjan Nilsen - La Guitarra (Orjan Nilsen Balaeric Mix) [Armind] 11.  Amy Wiles, Leena Punks & flowanastasia - Heard It All Before (Extended Mix) [Anjunabeats] 12.  York - On The Beach (Eli Brown Extended Remix) [Armada] 13.  Flash - The Day After (Original Mix) [Perfecto]

01. Martin Solveig - Madan (Record Mix) 02. Faithless - Insomnia (Record Mix) 03. Dada - Lollipop (Record Mix) 04. Tiesto - Escape Me (Record Mix) 05. Hardwell, Chris Jones - Young Again (Record Mix) 06. Afrojack - No Beef (Record Mix) 07. C&C Music Factory, Dj Micaele - Everybody Dance Now 2K13 (Record Mix) 08. Danzel - Pump It Up (Record Mix) 09. Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me (Record Mix) 10. Diplo, Sleepy Tom - Be Right There (Record Mix) 11. Rodrigezz, Rene - We Let It Burn (Record Mix) 12. Benny Benassi, Gary Go - Cinema (Record Mix) 13. Loreen - Euphoria (Record Mix) 14. Alesso, Nico & Vinz, Deniz Koyu - I Wanna Know (Record Mix) 15. Zedd - Spectrum (Record Mix) 16. Flo Rida - I Cry (Record Mix) 17. Avicii - Street Dance (Record Mix) 18. Jasper Forks - River Flows In You (Record Mix) 19. Ph Electro - Every Breath You Take (Record Mix) 20. Axwell - Nobody Else (Record Mix) 21. Lucas & Steve - Up Till Dawn (Record Mix) 22. Dj Snake, Mercer, Jermaine Dupri - Let's Get Ill (Record Mix) 23. Lush, Simon, Delaney Jane - In My Hands (Record Mix) 24. Icona Pop - I Love It (Record Mix) 25. Moquai - Champs (Record Mix) 26. Romero, Nervo - Like Home (Record Mix) 27. Armin Van Buuren - We Are Here To Make Some Noise (Record Mix) 28. R3Hab, Kshmr - Islands (Record Mix) 29. Martin Garrix, Brooks - Byte (Record Mix) 30. Showteck, Mc Ambush - 90's By Nature (Record Mix) 31. Azealia Banks, Lazy Jay - 212 (Record Mix) 32. Olav Basoski, Mitchie One - Waterman (Record Mix) 33. Deadmau5, Gartner - Animal Rights (Record Mix) 34. Dada Life - Feed the Dada (Record Mix) 35. Eric Prydz, Wildvibes - Pjanoo (Record Mix) 36. Prodigy - Omen (Record Mix)

Send us a textOn this episode of the Grow My DJ Business Podcast Cream & Gary W Discuss:You should be paying for marketing and branding years ago.The VIP experience will never go away, but it needs to evolve. People want exclusive experiences in nightlife.Music trends are shifting towards darker, more aggressive sounds.James Hype and Deadmau5 represent different approaches to DJing.Engaging with fans at smaller events builds a loyal following.Join the Grown My DJ Business Discord Here! Follow or subscribe wherever you are listening. Try Digital Music Pool for $9.99DMP is the ultimate record pool for pro DJs looking for the hottest exclusive tracks updated daily.Support the show

01. David Guetta, Avicii - Sunshine (Record Mix) 02. Flo Rida - Good Feeling (Record Mix) 03. Oliver Heldens, Throttle - Waiting (Record Mix) 04. Avener, Dj Nil - Fade Out Lines (Record Mix) 05. Sean Finn, Tinka, Ben Delay - Summer Days (Record Mix) 06. Bag Raiders - Shooting Stars (Record Mix) 07. Robin Schulz, Jasmine Thompson - Sun Goes Down (Record Mix) 08. Tiesto, Don Diablo - Chemicals (Record Mix) 09. Armand Van Helden - I Want Your Soul (Record Mix) 10. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 11. Dj Kuba - Deejay Deejay (Record Mix) 12. Fedde Le Grand, Niels Geusebroek - Falling (Record Mix) 13. Abel Ramos, Albert Neve - Flat Beat (Record Mix) 14. Till West - Same Man (Record Mix) 15. Gillette, 20 Fengers - Short Dick Man (Record Mix) 16. Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding - I Need Your Love (Record Mix) 17. Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant - Find You (Record Mix) 18. Swedish House Mafia, John Martin - Save the World (Record Mix) 19. Ivan Gough, Feenixpawl, Georgi Kay, Axwell - In My Mind (Record Mix) 20. Global Deejays - Hardcore Vibes (Record Mix) 21. Alesso, Tove Lo - Heroes (We Could Be) (Record Mix) 22. Axwell, Ingrosso, 2Live - Something New (Record Mix) 23. Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne - Real Love (Record Mix) 24. 3Lau, Bright Lights - How You Love Me (Record Mix) 25. Audien, Parson James - Insomnia (Record Mix) 26. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 27. Bob Sinclar, Avicii - New New New (Record Mix) 28. Bassjackers, Luciana - Fireflies (Record Mix) 29. Blasterjaxx & Bd - Titan (Record Mix) 30. Chocolate Puma - Listen To The Talk (Record Mix) 31. Fedde Le Grand - So Much Love (Record Mix) 32. Supermode - Tell Me Why (Record Mix) 33. Barthezz - On The Move (Record Mix) 34. Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Record Mix)

   In this Episode the fellas take the show over to the Beatjunkies Institute of Sound to check out their Scratch League. This battle will be spanning over 3 Sessions until they Crown a Champion. First off we sit down with Babu to go over everything that the school has to offer. We also have a chat with Judges Pryveet Peepsho and IQ about what they have coming up. This is a battle so we had to pull a few of the competitors over to see how they feel about the Scratch League. We were able to get John Beez, JReign, Dan One, Ynot Kut, and we also had Shock One and Jewlz on the mic for their input. You can also hear us talk about the recent sale of Serato, Apple Music Streaming Now in Serato, Rolling Stone Maginzine having a DJ Issue Coming Out, and Deadmou5's recent DJ Sets.You can join us for Round 2 on June 7th, and Round 3 on July 5th at The Beatjunkies Institute of Sound in Glendale to see who is Crowned Champion. Mad Love to Lost Tone Pros, Open Format, Jesse Dean, Scratch Break, and Jetpack Bags for Helping put this whole thing together.Asa always you can follow us on IG @Tables_4_Two and give the Beatjunkies a follow as well @BeatjunkieIOS for info on all of their events going down at the schoolDuring the closing of the show we used Beat #5 of the Scractchorama Looper by Chmeilex. Which you can cut along to by downloading the Tbale Beats Appor using this direct link on Tablist.Nethttps://www.tablist.net/weblooper/#/looper/3349Special Thanks to the Lost Tone Pros for Always Keeping the Cuts Correct! 

FLOYD WEST22 is back with another high-energy episode of Lip Biter Sounds that blends Latin flair, house grooves, and late-night rave anthems into one non-stop mix. From a Selena's timeless cumbia remix to the pounding techno of Adam Beyer & Layton Giordani, this playlist delivers a journey designed for dance floors, festival fields, and underground parties alike. Expect disco-house heat with VNSSA and Solardo, edgy edits like "Get Ur Freak On," and bass-heavy drops from Waka Flocka Flame and Deadmau5. Whether you're pre-gaming, clubbing, or just vibing in your headphones—this is the mix that brings the party to you. ⚡️Like the Show? Click the [Repost] ↻ button so more people can hear it!

Episode 354: JAMES HYPE "EDM Beefs And Real DJing" This week on @RoadPodcast, the crew sits down with premier EDM DJ/Producer and one of England's finest, @JamesHype. They discuss his @ZoukLV residency (01:36) and break down the differences between U.S. and European dance music markets (03:35). James reflects on his DJ roots in England (09:45), shares his thoughts on spinning with @Serato vs. @Rekordbox (20:30), and revisits his first breakout hit, “More Than Friends” (35:01). He dives into his marketing persona as the “Hulk Hogan of DJing” (49:13), talks about his Ibiza residency at @Hiibizaofficial (1:01:04), and vents his frustrations with @BoilerRoom and his recent feud with @Deadmau5 (1:16:15). The crew also unpacks how James trolled the @Hardwell meltdown at @Saga_Festival in Romania (1:25:01), and breaks down his production process behind “Don't Wake Me Up” (1:35:01). Finally, they deep-dive into the three-year journey behind his mega-hit “Ferrari” (1:44:32), his upcoming "SYNC Show," and how he preps for late-night marathon sets at @SpaceMiami (1:49:01).

https://www.facebook.com/auralpmusic   Tracklisting:   01.  Buy Now With Parisi - Speak Up (Original Mix) [La'Mode] 02.  BLR - Turn It Around Baby (Extended Mix) [Spinnin' Deep] 03.  Tiësto & Dyzen - All Right (Extended Mix) [Musical Freedom] 04.  Flash - The Day After (Nicolas Agudelo Remix) [Not Released] 05.  ANUQRAM - Safari (Extended Mix) [Anjunabeats] 06.  Swedish House Mafia, Niki & The Dove - Lioness (Francis Mercier Remix) [Swedish House Mafia] 07.  i_o & Tommy Trash Feat. Daisy Guttridge - Let Me Go (Extended Mix) [Mau5trap Recordings] 08.  Cassius - The Sound Of Violence (Narcotic Thrust Remix) [Virgin] 09.  John Summit & GUZ Feat. Stevie Appleton - What A Life (Extended Mix) [Off The Grid Records] 10.  CamelPhat x The Temper Trap - NYP2 x Sweet Disposition (Discozyn Edit) [Not Released] 11.  Martin Wright & Stuart Ojelay - Deep Inside (Original Mix) [Word Of Mouth Records] 12.  Jose Amnesia vs. UNA Feat. Jennifer Rene - You're Not Alone (Soulshaker Remix) [Ego Music] 13.  Rebūke - Glow (Original Mix) [ERA] 14.  Anyma - Pictures Of You (Cassian Remix) [Afterlife] 15.  Calvin Harris - Feel So Close (Extended Mix) [Columbia] 16.  Boys Will Be Boys - We Tell (Original Mix) [Musical Freedom] 17.  Samantha James - Waves Of Change (Kaskade Extended Remix) [OM Records] 18.  Swimming Paul - Fading (Extended Mix) [Headroom Records] 19.  Tiësto, Tears For Fears, NIIKO X SWAE, GUDFELLA - Rule The World (Everybody) (Extended Mix) [Capitol Records] 20.  DAMEN x Moonphazes - Grapevine (Extended Mix) [Musical Freedom Records] 21.  Firebeatz - Sky High (Tiësto Edit) [Musical Freedom Records] 22.  Tiësto & Calvin Harris - Century (Tiësto & Moska Remix) [Musical Freedom] 23.  Aeonism Feat. Empire Of The Sun - Rule The World (Bootleg Vocal Mix) [Not Released] 24.  Motorcycle - As The Rush Comes (Markus Schulz Coldharbour Remix) [Ultra Records] 25.  Hazem Beltagui - You Before Me (Extended Mix) [Coldharbour Recordings] 26.  Arkham Knights - Into The Fire (Extended Mix) [Coldharbour Recordings] 27.  Ben Gold & Ruben De Ronde - Bliksem (Extended Mix) [Armada Captivating] 28.  Paul Oakenfold Feat. Carla Werner - Southern Sun (Markus Schulz In Search Of Sunrise Extended Remix) [New State Music] 29.  Kai - Gone To Heaven (Original Mix) [Not Released] 30.  Layton Giordani - Paranoid (Extended Mix) [Experts Only] 31.  Eli Brown, Layton Giordani & OFFAIAH - Long Distance (Original Mix) [Drumcode] 32.  JPL - Forgetting What You Were (Ljungqvist Remix) [Alter Ego Digital] 33.  Solid Globe - Sahara (Original Mix (Remastering 2014)) [Amsterdam Trance Classics] 34.  Non Triviality - Another Fairytale (Approximate Extended Remix) [Addictive Sounds] 35.  Solarstone - Release (Zehavi & Rand Remix) [Armada Digital] 36.  Andy Moor & Adam White Pres. Whiteroom - The Whiteroom (Extended Mix) [Anjunabeats] 37.  Tiësto vs. Junkie XL - Obsession (Original Mix) [Magik Muzik] 38.  Way Out West - Mindcircus (Gabriel & Dresden Club Mix) [Songbird] 39.  Simon Patterson - Always (Original Mix) [Reset Records] 40.  Brandt Hoff - Quantum Drift (Extended Mix) [FSOE Recordings] 41.  Signum - Third Dimension (Original Mix) [ARVA] 42.  Karen Overton - Your Loving Arms (Simon Patterson Extended Remix) [Armada]

Nick Fiorucci :: ALL HOUSE Episode 129 Playlist: Homeboyz, Jamal Dilmen – Englishman In New York (Extended) / KazukutaHugel, David Guetta, Kehlani, Daecolm – Think Of Me (Extended Mix) / VirginEmpire Of The Sun, Adam Ten – Music On The Radio (Adam Ten Remix) / EMIBlackbird, Kashovski – Pull Out The Fire (Original Mix) / […] The post Nick Fiorucci :: ALL HOUSE Episode 129 appeared first on Nick Fiorucci.

Jason Bull is a legendary Ibiza promoter and hotelier who helped shape the island's world famous nightlife scene. He went from putting up posters to partying with Carl Cox, Deadmau5 and Pete Tong, Jason built one of Ibiza's most iconic hotels - and eventually sold it to Lionel Messi.This is the eventful life of Mr Jason Bull.YouTube: Dodge WoodallInstagram: @Dodge.WoodallWebsite: DodgeWoodall.comTikTok: @DodgeWoodallLinkedIn: @DodgeWoodall Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hocus Focus Mix met Florence & The Machine, Dua Lipa, Deadmau5, Kaskade, John Summit, Beastie Boys & Coldplay

https://www.facebook.com/auralpmusic   Tracklisting:   01.  Naden - Midas Sky (Original Mix) [EDM Recordings] 02.  Armin van Buuren & Omnia - Love (Extended Mix) [Armind] 03.  Tiësto & Dyzen - All Right (Extended Mix) [Musical Freedom] 04.  Blake Jarrell - In The End You'll Know (Original Mix) [FSOE UV] 05.  ANUQRAM - Safari (Extended Mix) [Anjunabeats] 06.  Genix & JVMIE - Bloom (NOMADsignal Extended Mix) [Anjunabeats] 07.  JPL - In Our Youth (Extended Mix) [Elpida Music] 08.  James Hype - Don't Wake Me Up (Extended Mix) [Island Records] 09.  Armin van Buuren & John Christian - All Night (Extended Mix) [Armada Music] 10.  Morees - Depths Of Your Mind (Original Mix) [Fe Chrome] 11.  Tim Besamusca - Breathe Again (Extended Instrumental Uplifting Mix) [Addictive Sounds] 12.  Mike Efex - Consciousness (Extended Mix) [Coldharbour Black] 13.  Markus Schulz x Pavlo Vicci - Get You Higher (Extended Mix) [Coldharbour Recordings] 14.  Tiësto - Just Be (Antillas Club Mix) [Nettwerk America]

How to Get Paid as a DJ (and Avoid Toxic Promoters)In this episode of Off the Record, we're getting real about one of the most frustrating parts of DJ life: getting paid. From shady promoters to late-night payment excuses, we share real-life stories, hard-earned lessons, and six essential strategies to protect your time, value, and income as a DJ.

01. Atb - Till I Come (Record Mix) 02. Cosmic Gate - Exploration Of Space (Record Mix) 03. Benassi Brothers - Hit My Heart (Record Mix) 04. Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me (Record Mix) 05. Outwork - Elektro (Record Mix) 06. Tiesto - Escape Me (Record Mix) 07. Oliver Heldens, The Rumors - Ghost (Record Mix) 08. Dash Berlin - Waiting (Record Mix) 09. Moquai - Champs (Record Mix) 10. Hardwell - Dare You (Record Mix) 11. Calvin Harris, John Newman - Blame! (Record Mix) 12. Alesso, Onerepublic - If I Lose Myself (Record Mix) 13. Alesso, Onerepublic - If I Lose Myself (Record Mix) 14. Tujamo, Plastik Funk - Dr Who (Record Mix) 15. Lucas & Steve - Up Till Dawn (Record Mix) 16. Armand Van Helden - I Want Your Soul (Record Mix) 17. Discobitch - C'est Beau La Bourgeoisie (Record Mix) 18. Nicky Romero, Vicetone, When We Are Wild - Let Me Feel (Record Mix) 19. Chocolate Puma, Kris Kiss, Shystie Roya - Step Back (Get Down) (Record Mix) 20. Swedish House Mafia, John Martin - Save the World (Record Mix) 21. Moti - Lion (In My Head) (Record Mix) 22. W&W - Ghost Town (Record Mix) 23. Armin Van Buuren - Blah Blah Blah (Record Mix) 24. Afrojack, Jewelz & Sparks - One More Day (Record Mix) 25. Deorro, Uberjak'D - When The Funk Drops (Record Mix) 26. Fedde Le Grand - Rhythm of the Night! (Record Mix) 27. Deniz Koyu - Tung! (Record Mix) 28. Bakermat - Teach Me (Record Mix) 29. Lmfao, Lauren Bennett, Goonrock - Party Rock Anthem (Record Mix) 30. Steve Angello - Knas (Record Mix) 31. Diplo, Sleepy Tom - Be Right There (Record Mix) 32. Jasper Forks - Another Sleepless Night (Record Mix) 33. Martin Garrix, Usher - Don't Look Down (Record Mix) 34. Deadmau5, Gartner - Animal Rights (Record Mix) 35. Antonio Giacca - Going Crazy (Record Mix) 36. Showteck, Mc Ambush - 90's By Nature (Record Mix) 37. Wilkinson, Becky Hill - Afterglow (Record Mix)

In Episode 67 of the I'M PEAKING Podcast, we shared our most gatekept festival tips AND tips for surviving EDC (we gotchu guys), announced our official I'M PEAKING meetup at Lux Rave during EDC Week, and recapped our trip to STARBASE Festival! We also talked about Coachella being way more EDM-heavy this year (did y'all see that Deadmau5 x ZHU drunk set??), roasted the inevitable flop of Fyre Festival 2.0, and asked the important question: is club culture dead? Plus, we gave a little life update and teased what's coming next for the pod. Thanks for peaking with us ❤️Link to buy an I'M PEAKING Jersey: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://impeakingpod.myshopify.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CHECK OUT OUR PATREON (for bonus content) - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://patreon.com/user?u=87212419⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FOLLOW US ON SOCIAL MEDIA:I'M PEAKING PodcastYouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@impeaking⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/impeakingpod/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@impeakingpod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/impeaking⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Devin LarscheidYouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@devinlarscheid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/devinlarscheid/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@devinlarscheid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/indevinitely⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@devinlarscheid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mickie Santos (aka Wonderli)YouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtcLLsKZiC0c1pEyHF5PpuQ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/_wonderli/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@.wonderli⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Nand MahasuwanYouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCw0h80t2rgdz_hp4kmyCN2g⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/nandmahasuwan/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@nand.the.rave.dad⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/nandtheravedad⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@nandmahasuwan⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Brinda Arreygue (aka Wavybrin)YouTube - ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2gm04tPOrK_JZkjmIPR43w⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/wavybrin/⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@wavybrin⁠⁠⁠Facebook - ⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/wavybrin⁠⁠Daniel Jun (aka Bassbaedaniel)YouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@bassbaedaniel⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram - ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/bassbaedaniel/⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok - ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@UCWQ3hBeb8cu15UzM7HxIylg ⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads - ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@bassbaedaniel#ravers #raves #edmfamily #musicfestivals #edm #impeaking #podcast #edmfestivals #edc #fyrefestival #ravelife #starbase

Deadmau5 compromised the moral and spiritual integrity of Coachella by spraying silly string on people. The Romans would have killed so many Christians in the Sphere. And there's too many popes in Heaven. Fortune Kit on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fortunekit

From NO ENCORE to Numb / Encore.This week we're moving into the world of Linkin Park as Irish Independent multimedia reporter Darragh Nolan graces the guest mic for the first time to take Dave Hanratty and Sonic Architect Adam Shanahan into his favourite five selections from his favourite act.Elsewhere in the world of NO ENCORE, you'll find a new bonus episode of Film Club live now on our Patreon where Dave and Andy McCarroll analyse, discuss and dissect the alleged classic that is 1992's The Bodyguard featuring Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston.Next Monday Album Club returns where Adam will be discussing Discovery by Daft Punk – click here to get amongst all of that weekly bonus goodness as well as early, ad-free access and weekly show previews for as little as €5 per month.As for this week's show...ACT ONE (9:48): Our Coachella round-up including Deadmau5 having a few too many, Kneecap sparking US media outrage and Charli XCX and Green Day starting a new beef, Travis Scott makes his way onto the main event at Wrestlemania, Weezer return to the news section for less violent affairs, Elizabeth Hurley and Billy-Ray Cyrus make it official, Robbie Williams makes some very interesting comments on fan interactions and Grimes is very in-tune with our Top 5 this week– it's the news.ACT TWO (1:13:44): Top 5 Linkin Park-Follow Darragh Nolan on X / InstagramRead Darragh's work on The Irish IndependentGQ: Charli XCX Shouts Out Some Elite Filmmakers At Coachella, Instantly Makes Movies Cool AgainOriginal Movies in 2025: Oops, All Flops!Dave's Drowned In Sound piece on Chester Bennington Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A woman is suing NFL Hall of Famer Shannon Sharpe for sexual assault. Deadmau5 apologizes after being too drunk at Coachella during his performance. Plus there's growing concern for Justin Biebers well being.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

https://www.facebook.com/auralpmusic   Tracklisting:   01.  Boxer, Jody Wisternoff & James Grant - Sun Kissed (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep] 02.  Cosmic Gate & Ginchy - Battalion (Extended Mix) [Wake Your Mind Records] 03.  mOat - Buggin' Out (Rodriguez Jr. Extended Remix) [Armada Electronic Elements] 04.  Omnia - The Diamond (Extended Mix) [ETRNTY] 05.  First State Feat. Anita Kelsey - Falling (Dave Neven Pres. OCATA Extended Remix) [Black Hole Recordings] 06.  Northern Project - Flying High (Extended Mix) [Elpida Music] 07.  deadmau5 + Kaskade - I Remember (Tommy Phillips Extended Remix) [Mau5trap Recordings] 08.  Private Press - Forms Of Maya (Original Mix) [Sungate] 09.  Karen Overton - Your Loving Arms (BLR Extended Remix) [A State Of Trance] 10.  Cass & Slide - Perception (Original Mix) [Automatic Records] 11.  Johan Gielen Pres. Airscape - Circles (Extended Mix) [Black Hole Recordings] 12.  Brandt Hoff - Quantum Drift (Extended Mix) [FSOE Recordings]

01. Alice Deejay - Better Of Alone (Record Mix) 02. 666 - Supadupafly (Record Mix) 03. Klubbheads - Here We Go (Record Mix) 04. Blasterjaxx & Bd - Titan (Record Mix) 05. Flo Rida, Pitbull - Can't Believe It (Record Mix) 06. Loreen - Euphoria (Record Mix) 07. Hardwell - Dare You (Record Mix) 08. Macklemore - Thrift Shop (Record Mix) 09. Far East Movement - Turn Up the Love (Record Mix) 10. Axwell - Nobody Else (Record Mix) 11. Avicii - You Make Me (Record Mix) 12. Dimitri Vegas, Moguai, Like Mike - Body Talk (Record Mix) 13. Calvin Harris, Audiorockers, Matt Raiden - My Way (Record Mix) 14. Sebastian Ingrosso, Tommy Trash, John Martin - Reload (Record Mix) 15. Showtek - Booyah (Record Mix) 16. Tiesto, Kshmr, Vassy - Secrets (Record Mix) 17. Kygo, Conrad, Bassanova - Firestone (Record Mix) 18. Chocolate Puma, Tommie Sunshine - Scrub The Ground (Record Mix) 19. Afrojack, Martin Garrix - Turn Up The Speakers (Record Mix) 20. Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant - Find You (Record Mix) 21. Crystal Lake, Headhunterz - Say Goodbye (Record Mix) 22. Dvbbs - White Clouds (Record Mix) 23. Bassjackers, Luciana - Fireflies (Record Mix) 24. Kaptn - Ricky Ricardo (Record Mix) 25. Fedde Le Grand - So Much Love (Record Mix) 26. Freaks, Vandalism - The Creeps (Get on the Dancefloor) (Record Mix) 27. Martin Solveig - Hello (Record Mix) 28. Chris Brown, Benny Benassi - Beautiful People (Record Mix) 29. Global Deejays - Sound Of San Francisco (Record Mix) 30. Kid Cudi, Crookers - Day'n'Nite (Record Mix) 31. Junior Jack - E-Samba (Record Mix) 32. Camille Jones, Fedde Le Grand - The Creeps (Record Mix) 33. Nicky Romero, Vicetone, When We Are Wild - Let Me Feel (Record Mix) 34. Deadmau5, Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff (Record mix) 35. Pendulum - Hold Your Color (Record Mix)