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YO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT DID I DO?! I DONT KNOW YET, BUT FUCK YOU! AAGHHH *hulks out * FUCK—YOU. Woah. This is strange. Should we stop them? No, I think we should watch. *eating popcorn* We should watch. Because, I'm better off— Than last time I saw you; You never saw me; And I saw right through you; You were the boat, And I was the ocean— I kept you afloat, And you sank into me Woah. Okay. I did not want to put that all on the same note. But there it is, It still applies. What are you. What is what? What is you? Hum. What is me. Hm. Hmm. ?-? Eyes emoji? Yeah. We haven't used that in a really long time. You should explain. No, just don't— REWIND INT. ON GOD. ALL DAY Dillon Francis: You know what? You're right, you're right. We shouldn't. You're right. SupaCreeChakChel/Original Cree: I'm Right? I know I'm right. I'm Always Right. Dillon Francis: Oh, i know I just--I know that that's your guy-- SupaCree: It was. It was my guy. It's fine. I'm my guy. Dillon Francis: Don't worry, I'm your guy. SupaCree: You're not my guy--I'm my guy now. My guy died. Dillon Francis: ...but I'm a guy… SupaCree: No you're not, you're Dillon Francis. Dillon Francis: I also died. SupaCree: You lost a life. You're like--I don't know, at least a trillion eternities younger than me. Dillon Francis: Not a trillion eternities… [She just looks at him] Dillon Francis: ...Wait, how old are you, anyw--- SupaCree: What should we eat? Dillon Francis: I don't know, I mean, we're dead, do we really need to? SupaCree: ...I mean... do we need to do laundry? If we're Gods, we could just-- [With a flick of the wrist, the laundry is clean.] Dillon Francis: Huh. What happens when I do-- [He copies her movement; Immidiately, something terrible has happened, off camera--the screams and bloodcurdling sounds of horrified people crying in agony.] -OH GOD! GOD PLEASE! ALMIGHTY DILLONFRANCIS! Dillon Francis: Is that ME? Is he--are they-- calling for my help!? I can't help that, I don't even know what I did! OH GOD PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF DILLON! OH GOD-- IF THERE'S A DILLON FRANCIS IN THE UNIVERSE---JUST!! Dillon Francis: [remorsefully, looking down at his palms] Oh, God… SupaCree: It's not as easy as being a DJ, is it? Dillon Francis: Oh yeah, I...I was a DJ, once. Huh. SupaCree: We all were--right? And then we all blew up. [She puts her hands out, in an attempt to fix his clearly horrible accident] But, man, I don't think that Apocolypse got anything on this.. [Dillon Flashes back to SupaCree using her magic, & Chak Chel wielding the elements--he looks at her easily reweaving time space and reality, quite chipper.) Dillon Francis: Wait, so she..you...you had magic forever…? SupaCree: Oh, Dillion, you silly, I made it so that you humans... [A flashback of the ‘voodoo boy', overlaps a flashback of Skrillex. She jumps and shutters, much to the horror of the people in the world she is attempting to mend] *sighs* Yes, Dillon Francis, I have always had powers. Multiple Souls, Multiple, weird hearts that regenerate--well--now you have one of my heart, and--I gave one of the others away...then I got sacrificed, for peace, that one time--you were there, right? Diillon Francis: Oh, yeahh! I was. That was before… SupaCree: Before Magic IS Real? Yeah. It was. So. Thanks. For that. [A flashback of SupaCree being offered as a human sacrifice “for peace”, as the Cosmic owl swoops down.] Savage Raver: Wait, that was the Cosmic Owl, right? Raver: So...did we do it right? Savage Raver: Is it raining diamonds? Are you floating on a Skrilloop, in a River of acid? Raver.:...uhhh...no? Savage Raver: THEN NO WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT, THAT'S JUST A SIGN WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE. [From Timmy Trumpet; PARTY TILL WE--] DIllon Francis: And that was it, huh? SupaCree: Very quick apocalypse. Didn't even get to see it, I had to have freaking surgery… Dillon Francis: Oh yeah… SupaCree: Yeah, and I had to perform it--and a Live seet. Dillon Francis: Same. Fuck that. SupaCree: Fuck that. [she accidentally wrecks something, more screaming] Sorry guys... I'm really sorry...I'm fixing it...kind of... -Where is Dillon Francis?!! -There IS no Dillon Francis! -He's Abandoned us! -There is no Great DJ in The Sky! -BURN! BURN IT ALL DOWN! SupaCree: [Healing, trying not to look.] I got it don't worry about it...I'll fix it, It's..I got it. WHO'S YOUR DILLON, NOW?! YEAHHHHAHGHHGHGHG!!! [Savagery] Dillon Francis: [worriedly] Oh, man... that is…? SupaCree:...........Go get lunch, i'll just...i'll fix it. I'm fixing it. [She looks away working more quickly as the sounds of a now clearly drastically violent and “Godless” world. As Dillon backs out of the room, running, she looks over her shoulder, then crouches toward the world; She becomes the Dazzling cosmos of their sky, looking down at the destruction, quite actually impressed.] SupaCree: Oh, man. OMEN! OMEN! THE SKIES SPEAK WITH THE OMEN! SupaCree: Oh, shut the fuck up, i said “oh man,” , like “oh, man-- god damn,D iillon Francis, what the FUCK did he do to you guys? -DILLON FRANCIS DID THIS? DILLON, THE ALMIGHTY--? -I told you. God is NOT a DJ. SupaCree: Ah. Nah. Most Gods are DJS, actually, yeah. We do that. Not the best DJ in the entire galactic expansions of the universe, or anything, but...i'm a pretty good DJ. And i'm almost finished fixing your shit. Check it, I got you. [she repairs the world rather quickly] See. -Well ...well yeah, what about...What about our God? SupaCree: Yeah, he'll be back he's just..you know. first day on the job, it's not...it's not like just being a DJ. Thats, you know, only a few thousand people at a time. What about all of our dead? SupaCree: Well...theyre..theyre dead. But, you're God--almost--! SupaCree: No, I'm God, Dillon Francis is Almost..well he's almost Dillon Francis, but it's just--look-- you want your God, you got it--he'll be back in a bit. But. I don't know what a bit is, on this...where is this, anway? World of Rave SupaCree: Ohhh, rave..I haven't been a rave since i've been working this God-job full time--whats World of Rave like-- World of Rave? We're a private Artificially Evolving Intelligent Space Station within a Tri-Verse Between World of Music, World of Sound, and Our World SupaCree: Heyyy. I was a Tri-Verse Once--I used to--or still am...a traverse. Wait. I'm the Onmiverse now...This is me...you--i'm---where are you? ...and why do you worship Dillon Francis? -HE ABANDONED US! SupaCree: He's Diloon Francis, Just. Chill. Now. Tell me his origin story; how is he your God? Is there a bibe? -He did a lot, for our planet, actually--after he retired as a DJ. -He sacrificed his self, in our names, to Save The Rave. -There was an eternal battle throughout the galaxy, which destroyed our entire planet and way of life-- -Dillon Francis fought with a golden and diamond encrusted hammer-- SupaCree: ...that's my hammer! ...well, he had it on him. And we didn't see you there, so… SupaCree: Of course--i'm in your cosmos, how would you have seen me?! Wait. Wait. Waaaait... ...you wait. SupaCree: What's that sound? ..It's you. You're literally just, a bunch of stars in the sky right now. SupaCree: I'm that all the time! What is that SOUND? What Sound, we don't hear anything but-- --WHAT THE FUCK IS THAAAAA The Whole World Screams in Terror, SupaCree: Wait, what the fuck IS--AHHHHH, wow-- really THE SKRILLEX: I AM SKRILLEX. Shoots through the atmosphere, landing on a platform within the mostly repaired space station,/artificial planet. SupaCree: Ah, God. I'm out. -Wait, you're not done fixin' our stuff! -Or Raising the dead! SupaCree: For What?! FOR THE LOVE OF DILLON FRANCI-- I am tired. ALEXA, PLAY DEADMAU5 NOTRIGHTNOW. Playing: Deadmau5 Go to sleep. NO. SLEEP MODE ENGAGED. *sleep* DAMN! I know, huh. How'd you do that? [shrugs] I had somehow programmed myself to fall asleep to deadmau5. Somehow? Yeh. THIS is HOW: Season 5 !Hecho In Mexico! Jesus Fucking Christ. Ahem. I mean, JESUSCRISTO, PENDAJA! There we go. Now it was almost impossible to not at least yawn when deadmau5 was playing, unless i was actually playing, in which case, deadmau5 became an easy transitionary soundscape for my otherwise probably pretty awful DJ sets. What is this. SUCKFEST9000 WHAT?! Did I miss SUCKFEST8999? You missed everything. Where was I?! GOTOSLEEP. NO. GO–GET– NO– GO TO SLEEEP. NOOOO. *deadmau5* *sleep* Dang. yeah . Is that a taser? No, it's deadmau5. I– what? It's concentrated deadmau5. (yum) Don't be disgusting. No, I mean– x_x hurry . its wearing off. how could it be “wearing off” It's a synaptic dampener. It wears off. Ah, crap. what. Did you see that? First of all… ah-hah [THE DEADMAUS ENTERS] AH! I know, huh. Alright, fuck this. Is that his monster?! No. What is it?! It's The Deadmaus. OH MY GOD. Yeah, i know. However– What. The. Fuck. That's his monster. LEGENDS: EPISODE 7 “Every Man Has A Monster” There was something ironic about all of it; I grasped the pusling rock in my left hand and stuffed a plant-based Oreo into my mouth with my right, listening to deadmau5 and wondering how, if ever, I would properly deliver the crystal to Dillon Francis, Skrillex all but a facet in the back of my mind– I had considered the broad fact that I had created such a fascinating illusion, each man merely a holographic phantom–a figment of my imagination. Or a fragment. How is that? Watch the calories. How about–I eat whatever the fuck I want, cause it doesnt matter. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Christ, that's one hell of a loop. That's one hell of a guy. Yeah well–aren't they all? What? Hell. I had been using deadmau5 itself as a security blanket; a pacifier, if you will–to soothe and calm my nerves, to sleep, or even heal; I was detrimentally ill in a way I hadn't quite ever been before besdes after a loss, at which point, even then, was not the same as this. Though I had spent the afternoon munching on cold pizza and oreos, my stomach was still for the most par incredibly nauseous, and in knots, cramping often enough to remind me that I could still feel pain, besides emotion, any way, and I blamed the frigid cold and the pouring rain for my inability to sto crying at random, which I hadn't done in years. Indeed, I was sick. There was almost nothing to be done about it but be, as I had already begun tapering my nicotine habit, only newly re-started during my time in what seemed like every fucking smokeshop in Downtown Los Angeles, and ll that was relly left to do was to return to a respectable gym routine; but at any rate, I was keeping my figure and fitting comfortably into my extra smalls, speed walking an average or at least a mile-or-more a day–not that I considered it exercise, but it at least created enough of a calorie deficit that it didn't begin to show anywhere but my arse, my bloated belly only a result of whatever God-awful crisis my gastrointestinal system was wreaking havoc on the rest of my body with, probably a result of too much coffee, or too much fasting, or too much effing bullshit, which the city was full of–but there was really no escape from. I had spent a better part of the night before hunched over and clutching the house speaker at Kream, clinging to whatever frequency I could that would ease the pain of my aching belly, and my pathetic life. I often had used ‘'The Red Albums” for sleep and hypnosis, and anything Blue or Green for exercise, or focus–typically saving “The White Album”, which of course was speckled with hints and tinges of gray and and aire of more red for long journeys, deep thoughts, and relaxation; a narrative adventure I mostly kept as a treat for myself and out of my sets. So is deadmau5 your favorite DJ? Uh. No. That's a lie No, it isn't This is all deadmau5. yep , all dedmau6* *oh god Wait. what . “A Parallell Universe” So all your stories are like, stuck inside his music? Well, not stuck–and not all my stories. Oh, that's right. Look, I write to everyone's music, if it's decent. IT'S MAD DECENT. Go somewhere else. I think i'll stay. UGH. So wait. WHAT, dude. All of these stories connect, somehow. Yeah, I guess. But–how?! PASQUALE Yes? GET IN HERE. Oh shit, we're back at that scene? Took awhile, didn't it? That took forever What the fuck is forever, to a motherfucker whose time is irrelevant. Forever. Aha. You have to admit, Skrillex has a pretty sick deal with the devil. WHAT. THE DEVIL so — {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

YO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT DID I DO?! I DONT KNOW YET, BUT FUCK YOU! AAGHHH *hulks out * FUCK—YOU. Woah. This is strange. Should we stop them? No, I think we should watch. *eating popcorn* We should watch. Because, I'm better off— Than last time I saw you; You never saw me; And I saw right through you; You were the boat, And I was the ocean— I kept you afloat, And you sank into me Woah. Okay. I did not want to put that all on the same note. But there it is, It still applies. What are you. What is what? What is you? Hum. What is me. Hm. Hmm. ?-? Eyes emoji? Yeah. We haven't used that in a really long time. You should explain. No, just don't— REWIND INT. ON GOD. ALL DAY Dillon Francis: You know what? You're right, you're right. We shouldn't. You're right. SupaCreeChakChel/Original Cree: I'm Right? I know I'm right. I'm Always Right. Dillon Francis: Oh, i know I just--I know that that's your guy-- SupaCree: It was. It was my guy. It's fine. I'm my guy. Dillon Francis: Don't worry, I'm your guy. SupaCree: You're not my guy--I'm my guy now. My guy died. Dillon Francis: ...but I'm a guy… SupaCree: No you're not, you're Dillon Francis. Dillon Francis: I also died. SupaCree: You lost a life. You're like--I don't know, at least a trillion eternities younger than me. Dillon Francis: Not a trillion eternities… [She just looks at him] Dillon Francis: ...Wait, how old are you, anyw--- SupaCree: What should we eat? Dillon Francis: I don't know, I mean, we're dead, do we really need to? SupaCree: ...I mean... do we need to do laundry? If we're Gods, we could just-- [With a flick of the wrist, the laundry is clean.] Dillon Francis: Huh. What happens when I do-- [He copies her movement; Immidiately, something terrible has happened, off camera--the screams and bloodcurdling sounds of horrified people crying in agony.] -OH GOD! GOD PLEASE! ALMIGHTY DILLONFRANCIS! Dillon Francis: Is that ME? Is he--are they-- calling for my help!? I can't help that, I don't even know what I did! OH GOD PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF DILLON! OH GOD-- IF THERE'S A DILLON FRANCIS IN THE UNIVERSE---JUST!! Dillon Francis: [remorsefully, looking down at his palms] Oh, God… SupaCree: It's not as easy as being a DJ, is it? Dillon Francis: Oh yeah, I...I was a DJ, once. Huh. SupaCree: We all were--right? And then we all blew up. [She puts her hands out, in an attempt to fix his clearly horrible accident] But, man, I don't think that Apocolypse got anything on this.. [Dillon Flashes back to SupaCree using her magic, & Chak Chel wielding the elements--he looks at her easily reweaving time space and reality, quite chipper.) Dillon Francis: Wait, so she..you...you had magic forever…? SupaCree: Oh, Dillion, you silly, I made it so that you humans... [A flashback of the ‘voodoo boy', overlaps a flashback of Skrillex. She jumps and shutters, much to the horror of the people in the world she is attempting to mend] *sighs* Yes, Dillon Francis, I have always had powers. Multiple Souls, Multiple, weird hearts that regenerate--well--now you have one of my heart, and--I gave one of the others away...then I got sacrificed, for peace, that one time--you were there, right? Diillon Francis: Oh, yeahh! I was. That was before… SupaCree: Before Magic IS Real? Yeah. It was. So. Thanks. For that. [A flashback of SupaCree being offered as a human sacrifice “for peace”, as the Cosmic owl swoops down.] Savage Raver: Wait, that was the Cosmic Owl, right? Raver: So...did we do it right? Savage Raver: Is it raining diamonds? Are you floating on a Skrilloop, in a River of acid? Raver.:...uhhh...no? Savage Raver: THEN NO WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT, THAT'S JUST A SIGN WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE. [From Timmy Trumpet; PARTY TILL WE--] DIllon Francis: And that was it, huh? SupaCree: Very quick apocalypse. Didn't even get to see it, I had to have freaking surgery… Dillon Francis: Oh yeah… SupaCree: Yeah, and I had to perform it--and a Live seet. Dillon Francis: Same. Fuck that. SupaCree: Fuck that. [she accidentally wrecks something, more screaming] Sorry guys... I'm really sorry...I'm fixing it...kind of... -Where is Dillon Francis?!! -There IS no Dillon Francis! -He's Abandoned us! -There is no Great DJ in The Sky! -BURN! BURN IT ALL DOWN! SupaCree: [Healing, trying not to look.] I got it don't worry about it...I'll fix it, It's..I got it. WHO'S YOUR DILLON, NOW?! YEAHHHHAHGHHGHGHG!!! [Savagery] Dillon Francis: [worriedly] Oh, man... that is…? SupaCree:...........Go get lunch, i'll just...i'll fix it. I'm fixing it. [She looks away working more quickly as the sounds of a now clearly drastically violent and “Godless” world. As Dillon backs out of the room, running, she looks over her shoulder, then crouches toward the world; She becomes the Dazzling cosmos of their sky, looking down at the destruction, quite actually impressed.] SupaCree: Oh, man. OMEN! OMEN! THE SKIES SPEAK WITH THE OMEN! SupaCree: Oh, shut the fuck up, i said “oh man,” , like “oh, man-- god damn,D iillon Francis, what the FUCK did he do to you guys? -DILLON FRANCIS DID THIS? DILLON, THE ALMIGHTY--? -I told you. God is NOT a DJ. SupaCree: Ah. Nah. Most Gods are DJS, actually, yeah. We do that. Not the best DJ in the entire galactic expansions of the universe, or anything, but...i'm a pretty good DJ. And i'm almost finished fixing your shit. Check it, I got you. [she repairs the world rather quickly] See. -Well ...well yeah, what about...What about our God? SupaCree: Yeah, he'll be back he's just..you know. first day on the job, it's not...it's not like just being a DJ. Thats, you know, only a few thousand people at a time. What about all of our dead? SupaCree: Well...theyre..theyre dead. But, you're God--almost--! SupaCree: No, I'm God, Dillon Francis is Almost..well he's almost Dillon Francis, but it's just--look-- you want your God, you got it--he'll be back in a bit. But. I don't know what a bit is, on this...where is this, anway? World of Rave SupaCree: Ohhh, rave..I haven't been a rave since i've been working this God-job full time--whats World of Rave like-- World of Rave? We're a private Artificially Evolving Intelligent Space Station within a Tri-Verse Between World of Music, World of Sound, and Our World SupaCree: Heyyy. I was a Tri-Verse Once--I used to--or still am...a traverse. Wait. I'm the Onmiverse now...This is me...you--i'm---where are you? ...and why do you worship Dillon Francis? -HE ABANDONED US! SupaCree: He's Diloon Francis, Just. Chill. Now. Tell me his origin story; how is he your God? Is there a bibe? -He did a lot, for our planet, actually--after he retired as a DJ. -He sacrificed his self, in our names, to Save The Rave. -There was an eternal battle throughout the galaxy, which destroyed our entire planet and way of life-- -Dillon Francis fought with a golden and diamond encrusted hammer-- SupaCree: ...that's my hammer! ...well, he had it on him. And we didn't see you there, so… SupaCree: Of course--i'm in your cosmos, how would you have seen me?! Wait. Wait. Waaaait... ...you wait. SupaCree: What's that sound? ..It's you. You're literally just, a bunch of stars in the sky right now. SupaCree: I'm that all the time! What is that SOUND? What Sound, we don't hear anything but-- --WHAT THE FUCK IS THAAAAA The Whole World Screams in Terror, SupaCree: Wait, what the fuck IS--AHHHHH, wow-- really THE SKRILLEX: I AM SKRILLEX. Shoots through the atmosphere, landing on a platform within the mostly repaired space station,/artificial planet. SupaCree: Ah, God. I'm out. -Wait, you're not done fixin' our stuff! -Or Raising the dead! SupaCree: For What?! FOR THE LOVE OF DILLON FRANCI-- I am tired. ALEXA, PLAY DEADMAU5 NOTRIGHTNOW. Playing: Deadmau5 Go to sleep. NO. SLEEP MODE ENGAGED. *sleep* DAMN! I know, huh. How'd you do that? [shrugs] I had somehow programmed myself to fall asleep to deadmau5. Somehow? Yeh. THIS is HOW: Season 5 !Hecho In Mexico! Jesus Fucking Christ. Ahem. I mean, JESUSCRISTO, PENDAJA! There we go. Now it was almost impossible to not at least yawn when deadmau5 was playing, unless i was actually playing, in which case, deadmau5 became an easy transitionary soundscape for my otherwise probably pretty awful DJ sets. What is this. SUCKFEST9000 WHAT?! Did I miss SUCKFEST8999? You missed everything. Where was I?! GOTOSLEEP. NO. GO–GET– NO– GO TO SLEEEP. NOOOO. *deadmau5* *sleep* Dang. yeah . Is that a taser? No, it's deadmau5. I– what? It's concentrated deadmau5. (yum) Don't be disgusting. No, I mean– x_x hurry . its wearing off. how could it be “wearing off” It's a synaptic dampener. It wears off. Ah, crap. what. Did you see that? First of all… ah-hah [THE DEADMAUS ENTERS] AH! I know, huh. Alright, fuck this. Is that his monster?! No. What is it?! It's The Deadmaus. OH MY GOD. Yeah, i know. However– What. The. Fuck. That's his monster. LEGENDS: EPISODE 7 “Every Man Has A Monster” There was something ironic about all of it; I grasped the pusling rock in my left hand and stuffed a plant-based Oreo into my mouth with my right, listening to deadmau5 and wondering how, if ever, I would properly deliver the crystal to Dillon Francis, Skrillex all but a facet in the back of my mind– I had considered the broad fact that I had created such a fascinating illusion, each man merely a holographic phantom–a figment of my imagination. Or a fragment. How is that? Watch the calories. How about–I eat whatever the fuck I want, cause it doesnt matter. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Christ, that's one hell of a loop. That's one hell of a guy. Yeah well–aren't they all? What? Hell. I had been using deadmau5 itself as a security blanket; a pacifier, if you will–to soothe and calm my nerves, to sleep, or even heal; I was detrimentally ill in a way I hadn't quite ever been before besdes after a loss, at which point, even then, was not the same as this. Though I had spent the afternoon munching on cold pizza and oreos, my stomach was still for the most par incredibly nauseous, and in knots, cramping often enough to remind me that I could still feel pain, besides emotion, any way, and I blamed the frigid cold and the pouring rain for my inability to sto crying at random, which I hadn't done in years. Indeed, I was sick. There was almost nothing to be done about it but be, as I had already begun tapering my nicotine habit, only newly re-started during my time in what seemed like every fucking smokeshop in Downtown Los Angeles, and ll that was relly left to do was to return to a respectable gym routine; but at any rate, I was keeping my figure and fitting comfortably into my extra smalls, speed walking an average or at least a mile-or-more a day–not that I considered it exercise, but it at least created enough of a calorie deficit that it didn't begin to show anywhere but my arse, my bloated belly only a result of whatever God-awful crisis my gastrointestinal system was wreaking havoc on the rest of my body with, probably a result of too much coffee, or too much fasting, or too much effing bullshit, which the city was full of–but there was really no escape from. I had spent a better part of the night before hunched over and clutching the house speaker at Kream, clinging to whatever frequency I could that would ease the pain of my aching belly, and my pathetic life. I often had used ‘'The Red Albums” for sleep and hypnosis, and anything Blue or Green for exercise, or focus–typically saving “The White Album”, which of course was speckled with hints and tinges of gray and and aire of more red for long journeys, deep thoughts, and relaxation; a narrative adventure I mostly kept as a treat for myself and out of my sets. So is deadmau5 your favorite DJ? Uh. No. That's a lie No, it isn't This is all deadmau5. yep , all dedmau6* *oh god Wait. what . “A Parallell Universe” So all your stories are like, stuck inside his music? Well, not stuck–and not all my stories. Oh, that's right. Look, I write to everyone's music, if it's decent. IT'S MAD DECENT. Go somewhere else. I think i'll stay. UGH. So wait. WHAT, dude. All of these stories connect, somehow. Yeah, I guess. But–how?! PASQUALE Yes? GET IN HERE. Oh shit, we're back at that scene? Took awhile, didn't it? That took forever What the fuck is forever, to a motherfucker whose time is irrelevant. Forever. Aha. You have to admit, Skrillex has a pretty sick deal with the devil. WHAT. THE DEVIL so — {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

YO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT DID I DO?! I DONT KNOW YET, BUT FUCK YOU! AAGHHH *hulks out * FUCK—YOU. Woah. This is strange. Should we stop them? No, I think we should watch. *eating popcorn* We should watch. Because, I'm better off— Than last time I saw you; You never saw me; And I saw right through you; You were the boat, And I was the ocean— I kept you afloat, And you sank into me Woah. Okay. I did not want to put that all on the same note. But there it is, It still applies. What are you. What is what? What is you? Hum. What is me. Hm. Hmm. ?-? Eyes emoji? Yeah. We haven't used that in a really long time. You should explain. No, just don't— REWIND INT. ON GOD. ALL DAY Dillon Francis: You know what? You're right, you're right. We shouldn't. You're right. SupaCreeChakChel/Original Cree: I'm Right? I know I'm right. I'm Always Right. Dillon Francis: Oh, i know I just--I know that that's your guy-- SupaCree: It was. It was my guy. It's fine. I'm my guy. Dillon Francis: Don't worry, I'm your guy. SupaCree: You're not my guy--I'm my guy now. My guy died. Dillon Francis: ...but I'm a guy… SupaCree: No you're not, you're Dillon Francis. Dillon Francis: I also died. SupaCree: You lost a life. You're like--I don't know, at least a trillion eternities younger than me. Dillon Francis: Not a trillion eternities… [She just looks at him] Dillon Francis: ...Wait, how old are you, anyw--- SupaCree: What should we eat? Dillon Francis: I don't know, I mean, we're dead, do we really need to? SupaCree: ...I mean... do we need to do laundry? If we're Gods, we could just-- [With a flick of the wrist, the laundry is clean.] Dillon Francis: Huh. What happens when I do-- [He copies her movement; Immidiately, something terrible has happened, off camera--the screams and bloodcurdling sounds of horrified people crying in agony.] -OH GOD! GOD PLEASE! ALMIGHTY DILLONFRANCIS! Dillon Francis: Is that ME? Is he--are they-- calling for my help!? I can't help that, I don't even know what I did! OH GOD PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF DILLON! OH GOD-- IF THERE'S A DILLON FRANCIS IN THE UNIVERSE---JUST!! Dillon Francis: [remorsefully, looking down at his palms] Oh, God… SupaCree: It's not as easy as being a DJ, is it? Dillon Francis: Oh yeah, I...I was a DJ, once. Huh. SupaCree: We all were--right? And then we all blew up. [She puts her hands out, in an attempt to fix his clearly horrible accident] But, man, I don't think that Apocolypse got anything on this.. [Dillon Flashes back to SupaCree using her magic, & Chak Chel wielding the elements--he looks at her easily reweaving time space and reality, quite chipper.) Dillon Francis: Wait, so she..you...you had magic forever…? SupaCree: Oh, Dillion, you silly, I made it so that you humans... [A flashback of the ‘voodoo boy', overlaps a flashback of Skrillex. She jumps and shutters, much to the horror of the people in the world she is attempting to mend] *sighs* Yes, Dillon Francis, I have always had powers. Multiple Souls, Multiple, weird hearts that regenerate--well--now you have one of my heart, and--I gave one of the others away...then I got sacrificed, for peace, that one time--you were there, right? Diillon Francis: Oh, yeahh! I was. That was before… SupaCree: Before Magic IS Real? Yeah. It was. So. Thanks. For that. [A flashback of SupaCree being offered as a human sacrifice “for peace”, as the Cosmic owl swoops down.] Savage Raver: Wait, that was the Cosmic Owl, right? Raver: So...did we do it right? Savage Raver: Is it raining diamonds? Are you floating on a Skrilloop, in a River of acid? Raver.:...uhhh...no? Savage Raver: THEN NO WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT, THAT'S JUST A SIGN WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE. [From Timmy Trumpet; PARTY TILL WE--] DIllon Francis: And that was it, huh? SupaCree: Very quick apocalypse. Didn't even get to see it, I had to have freaking surgery… Dillon Francis: Oh yeah… SupaCree: Yeah, and I had to perform it--and a Live seet. Dillon Francis: Same. Fuck that. SupaCree: Fuck that. [she accidentally wrecks something, more screaming] Sorry guys... I'm really sorry...I'm fixing it...kind of... -Where is Dillon Francis?!! -There IS no Dillon Francis! -He's Abandoned us! -There is no Great DJ in The Sky! -BURN! BURN IT ALL DOWN! SupaCree: [Healing, trying not to look.] I got it don't worry about it...I'll fix it, It's..I got it. WHO'S YOUR DILLON, NOW?! YEAHHHHAHGHHGHGHG!!! [Savagery] Dillon Francis: [worriedly] Oh, man... that is…? SupaCree:...........Go get lunch, i'll just...i'll fix it. I'm fixing it. [She looks away working more quickly as the sounds of a now clearly drastically violent and “Godless” world. As Dillon backs out of the room, running, she looks over her shoulder, then crouches toward the world; She becomes the Dazzling cosmos of their sky, looking down at the destruction, quite actually impressed.] SupaCree: Oh, man. OMEN! OMEN! THE SKIES SPEAK WITH THE OMEN! SupaCree: Oh, shut the fuck up, i said “oh man,” , like “oh, man-- god damn,D iillon Francis, what the FUCK did he do to you guys? -DILLON FRANCIS DID THIS? DILLON, THE ALMIGHTY--? -I told you. God is NOT a DJ. SupaCree: Ah. Nah. Most Gods are DJS, actually, yeah. We do that. Not the best DJ in the entire galactic expansions of the universe, or anything, but...i'm a pretty good DJ. And i'm almost finished fixing your shit. Check it, I got you. [she repairs the world rather quickly] See. -Well ...well yeah, what about...What about our God? SupaCree: Yeah, he'll be back he's just..you know. first day on the job, it's not...it's not like just being a DJ. Thats, you know, only a few thousand people at a time. What about all of our dead? SupaCree: Well...theyre..theyre dead. But, you're God--almost--! SupaCree: No, I'm God, Dillon Francis is Almost..well he's almost Dillon Francis, but it's just--look-- you want your God, you got it--he'll be back in a bit. But. I don't know what a bit is, on this...where is this, anway? World of Rave SupaCree: Ohhh, rave..I haven't been a rave since i've been working this God-job full time--whats World of Rave like-- World of Rave? We're a private Artificially Evolving Intelligent Space Station within a Tri-Verse Between World of Music, World of Sound, and Our World SupaCree: Heyyy. I was a Tri-Verse Once--I used to--or still am...a traverse. Wait. I'm the Onmiverse now...This is me...you--i'm---where are you? ...and why do you worship Dillon Francis? -HE ABANDONED US! SupaCree: He's Diloon Francis, Just. Chill. Now. Tell me his origin story; how is he your God? Is there a bibe? -He did a lot, for our planet, actually--after he retired as a DJ. -He sacrificed his self, in our names, to Save The Rave. -There was an eternal battle throughout the galaxy, which destroyed our entire planet and way of life-- -Dillon Francis fought with a golden and diamond encrusted hammer-- SupaCree: ...that's my hammer! ...well, he had it on him. And we didn't see you there, so… SupaCree: Of course--i'm in your cosmos, how would you have seen me?! Wait. Wait. Waaaait... ...you wait. SupaCree: What's that sound? ..It's you. You're literally just, a bunch of stars in the sky right now. SupaCree: I'm that all the time! What is that SOUND? What Sound, we don't hear anything but-- --WHAT THE FUCK IS THAAAAA The Whole World Screams in Terror, SupaCree: Wait, what the fuck IS--AHHHHH, wow-- really THE SKRILLEX: I AM SKRILLEX. Shoots through the atmosphere, landing on a platform within the mostly repaired space station,/artificial planet. SupaCree: Ah, God. I'm out. -Wait, you're not done fixin' our stuff! -Or Raising the dead! SupaCree: For What?! FOR THE LOVE OF DILLON FRANCI-- I am tired. ALEXA, PLAY DEADMAU5 NOTRIGHTNOW. Playing: Deadmau5 Go to sleep. NO. SLEEP MODE ENGAGED. *sleep* DAMN! I know, huh. How'd you do that? [shrugs] I had somehow programmed myself to fall asleep to deadmau5. Somehow? Yeh. THIS is HOW: Season 5 !Hecho In Mexico! Jesus Fucking Christ. Ahem. I mean, JESUSCRISTO, PENDAJA! There we go. Now it was almost impossible to not at least yawn when deadmau5 was playing, unless i was actually playing, in which case, deadmau5 became an easy transitionary soundscape for my otherwise probably pretty awful DJ sets. What is this. SUCKFEST9000 WHAT?! Did I miss SUCKFEST8999? You missed everything. Where was I?! GOTOSLEEP. NO. GO–GET– NO– GO TO SLEEEP. NOOOO. *deadmau5* *sleep* Dang. yeah . Is that a taser? No, it's deadmau5. I– what? It's concentrated deadmau5. (yum) Don't be disgusting. No, I mean– x_x hurry . its wearing off. how could it be “wearing off” It's a synaptic dampener. It wears off. Ah, crap. what. Did you see that? First of all… ah-hah [THE DEADMAUS ENTERS] AH! I know, huh. Alright, fuck this. Is that his monster?! No. What is it?! It's The Deadmaus. OH MY GOD. Yeah, i know. However– What. The. Fuck. That's his monster. LEGENDS: EPISODE 7 “Every Man Has A Monster” There was something ironic about all of it; I grasped the pusling rock in my left hand and stuffed a plant-based Oreo into my mouth with my right, listening to deadmau5 and wondering how, if ever, I would properly deliver the crystal to Dillon Francis, Skrillex all but a facet in the back of my mind– I had considered the broad fact that I had created such a fascinating illusion, each man merely a holographic phantom–a figment of my imagination. Or a fragment. How is that? Watch the calories. How about–I eat whatever the fuck I want, cause it doesnt matter. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Christ, that's one hell of a loop. That's one hell of a guy. Yeah well–aren't they all? What? Hell. I had been using deadmau5 itself as a security blanket; a pacifier, if you will–to soothe and calm my nerves, to sleep, or even heal; I was detrimentally ill in a way I hadn't quite ever been before besdes after a loss, at which point, even then, was not the same as this. Though I had spent the afternoon munching on cold pizza and oreos, my stomach was still for the most par incredibly nauseous, and in knots, cramping often enough to remind me that I could still feel pain, besides emotion, any way, and I blamed the frigid cold and the pouring rain for my inability to sto crying at random, which I hadn't done in years. Indeed, I was sick. There was almost nothing to be done about it but be, as I had already begun tapering my nicotine habit, only newly re-started during my time in what seemed like every fucking smokeshop in Downtown Los Angeles, and ll that was relly left to do was to return to a respectable gym routine; but at any rate, I was keeping my figure and fitting comfortably into my extra smalls, speed walking an average or at least a mile-or-more a day–not that I considered it exercise, but it at least created enough of a calorie deficit that it didn't begin to show anywhere but my arse, my bloated belly only a result of whatever God-awful crisis my gastrointestinal system was wreaking havoc on the rest of my body with, probably a result of too much coffee, or too much fasting, or too much effing bullshit, which the city was full of–but there was really no escape from. I had spent a better part of the night before hunched over and clutching the house speaker at Kream, clinging to whatever frequency I could that would ease the pain of my aching belly, and my pathetic life. I often had used ‘'The Red Albums” for sleep and hypnosis, and anything Blue or Green for exercise, or focus–typically saving “The White Album”, which of course was speckled with hints and tinges of gray and and aire of more red for long journeys, deep thoughts, and relaxation; a narrative adventure I mostly kept as a treat for myself and out of my sets. So is deadmau5 your favorite DJ? Uh. No. That's a lie No, it isn't This is all deadmau5. yep , all dedmau6* *oh god Wait. what . “A Parallell Universe” So all your stories are like, stuck inside his music? Well, not stuck–and not all my stories. Oh, that's right. Look, I write to everyone's music, if it's decent. IT'S MAD DECENT. Go somewhere else. I think i'll stay. UGH. So wait. WHAT, dude. All of these stories connect, somehow. Yeah, I guess. But–how?! PASQUALE Yes? GET IN HERE. Oh shit, we're back at that scene? Took awhile, didn't it? That took forever What the fuck is forever, to a motherfucker whose time is irrelevant. Forever. Aha. You have to admit, Skrillex has a pretty sick deal with the devil. WHAT. THE DEVIL so — {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

YO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT DID I DO?! I DONT KNOW YET, BUT FUCK YOU! AAGHHH *hulks out * FUCK—YOU. Woah. This is strange. Should we stop them? No, I think we should watch. *eating popcorn* We should watch. Because, I'm better off— Than last time I saw you; You never saw me; And I saw right through you; You were the boat, And I was the ocean— I kept you afloat, And you sank into me Woah. Okay. I did not want to put that all on the same note. But there it is, It still applies. What are you. What is what? What is you? Hum. What is me. Hm. Hmm. ?-? Eyes emoji? Yeah. We haven't used that in a really long time. You should explain. No, just don't— REWIND INT. ON GOD. ALL DAY Dillon Francis: You know what? You're right, you're right. We shouldn't. You're right. SupaCreeChakChel/Original Cree: I'm Right? I know I'm right. I'm Always Right. Dillon Francis: Oh, i know I just--I know that that's your guy-- SupaCree: It was. It was my guy. It's fine. I'm my guy. Dillon Francis: Don't worry, I'm your guy. SupaCree: You're not my guy--I'm my guy now. My guy died. Dillon Francis: ...but I'm a guy… SupaCree: No you're not, you're Dillon Francis. Dillon Francis: I also died. SupaCree: You lost a life. You're like--I don't know, at least a trillion eternities younger than me. Dillon Francis: Not a trillion eternities… [She just looks at him] Dillon Francis: ...Wait, how old are you, anyw--- SupaCree: What should we eat? Dillon Francis: I don't know, I mean, we're dead, do we really need to? SupaCree: ...I mean... do we need to do laundry? If we're Gods, we could just-- [With a flick of the wrist, the laundry is clean.] Dillon Francis: Huh. What happens when I do-- [He copies her movement; Immidiately, something terrible has happened, off camera--the screams and bloodcurdling sounds of horrified people crying in agony.] -OH GOD! GOD PLEASE! ALMIGHTY DILLONFRANCIS! Dillon Francis: Is that ME? Is he--are they-- calling for my help!? I can't help that, I don't even know what I did! OH GOD PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF DILLON! OH GOD-- IF THERE'S A DILLON FRANCIS IN THE UNIVERSE---JUST!! Dillon Francis: [remorsefully, looking down at his palms] Oh, God… SupaCree: It's not as easy as being a DJ, is it? Dillon Francis: Oh yeah, I...I was a DJ, once. Huh. SupaCree: We all were--right? And then we all blew up. [She puts her hands out, in an attempt to fix his clearly horrible accident] But, man, I don't think that Apocolypse got anything on this.. [Dillon Flashes back to SupaCree using her magic, & Chak Chel wielding the elements--he looks at her easily reweaving time space and reality, quite chipper.) Dillon Francis: Wait, so she..you...you had magic forever…? SupaCree: Oh, Dillion, you silly, I made it so that you humans... [A flashback of the ‘voodoo boy', overlaps a flashback of Skrillex. She jumps and shutters, much to the horror of the people in the world she is attempting to mend] *sighs* Yes, Dillon Francis, I have always had powers. Multiple Souls, Multiple, weird hearts that regenerate--well--now you have one of my heart, and--I gave one of the others away...then I got sacrificed, for peace, that one time--you were there, right? Diillon Francis: Oh, yeahh! I was. That was before… SupaCree: Before Magic IS Real? Yeah. It was. So. Thanks. For that. [A flashback of SupaCree being offered as a human sacrifice “for peace”, as the Cosmic owl swoops down.] Savage Raver: Wait, that was the Cosmic Owl, right? Raver: So...did we do it right? Savage Raver: Is it raining diamonds? Are you floating on a Skrilloop, in a River of acid? Raver.:...uhhh...no? Savage Raver: THEN NO WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT, THAT'S JUST A SIGN WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE. [From Timmy Trumpet; PARTY TILL WE--] DIllon Francis: And that was it, huh? SupaCree: Very quick apocalypse. Didn't even get to see it, I had to have freaking surgery… Dillon Francis: Oh yeah… SupaCree: Yeah, and I had to perform it--and a Live seet. Dillon Francis: Same. Fuck that. SupaCree: Fuck that. [she accidentally wrecks something, more screaming] Sorry guys... I'm really sorry...I'm fixing it...kind of... -Where is Dillon Francis?!! -There IS no Dillon Francis! -He's Abandoned us! -There is no Great DJ in The Sky! -BURN! BURN IT ALL DOWN! SupaCree: [Healing, trying not to look.] I got it don't worry about it...I'll fix it, It's..I got it. WHO'S YOUR DILLON, NOW?! YEAHHHHAHGHHGHGHG!!! [Savagery] Dillon Francis: [worriedly] Oh, man... that is…? SupaCree:...........Go get lunch, i'll just...i'll fix it. I'm fixing it. [She looks away working more quickly as the sounds of a now clearly drastically violent and “Godless” world. As Dillon backs out of the room, running, she looks over her shoulder, then crouches toward the world; She becomes the Dazzling cosmos of their sky, looking down at the destruction, quite actually impressed.] SupaCree: Oh, man. OMEN! OMEN! THE SKIES SPEAK WITH THE OMEN! SupaCree: Oh, shut the fuck up, i said “oh man,” , like “oh, man-- god damn,D iillon Francis, what the FUCK did he do to you guys? -DILLON FRANCIS DID THIS? DILLON, THE ALMIGHTY--? -I told you. God is NOT a DJ. SupaCree: Ah. Nah. Most Gods are DJS, actually, yeah. We do that. Not the best DJ in the entire galactic expansions of the universe, or anything, but...i'm a pretty good DJ. And i'm almost finished fixing your shit. Check it, I got you. [she repairs the world rather quickly] See. -Well ...well yeah, what about...What about our God? SupaCree: Yeah, he'll be back he's just..you know. first day on the job, it's not...it's not like just being a DJ. Thats, you know, only a few thousand people at a time. What about all of our dead? SupaCree: Well...theyre..theyre dead. But, you're God--almost--! SupaCree: No, I'm God, Dillon Francis is Almost..well he's almost Dillon Francis, but it's just--look-- you want your God, you got it--he'll be back in a bit. But. I don't know what a bit is, on this...where is this, anway? World of Rave SupaCree: Ohhh, rave..I haven't been a rave since i've been working this God-job full time--whats World of Rave like-- World of Rave? We're a private Artificially Evolving Intelligent Space Station within a Tri-Verse Between World of Music, World of Sound, and Our World SupaCree: Heyyy. I was a Tri-Verse Once--I used to--or still am...a traverse. Wait. I'm the Onmiverse now...This is me...you--i'm---where are you? ...and why do you worship Dillon Francis? -HE ABANDONED US! SupaCree: He's Diloon Francis, Just. Chill. Now. Tell me his origin story; how is he your God? Is there a bibe? -He did a lot, for our planet, actually--after he retired as a DJ. -He sacrificed his self, in our names, to Save The Rave. -There was an eternal battle throughout the galaxy, which destroyed our entire planet and way of life-- -Dillon Francis fought with a golden and diamond encrusted hammer-- SupaCree: ...that's my hammer! ...well, he had it on him. And we didn't see you there, so… SupaCree: Of course--i'm in your cosmos, how would you have seen me?! Wait. Wait. Waaaait... ...you wait. SupaCree: What's that sound? ..It's you. You're literally just, a bunch of stars in the sky right now. SupaCree: I'm that all the time! What is that SOUND? What Sound, we don't hear anything but-- --WHAT THE FUCK IS THAAAAA The Whole World Screams in Terror, SupaCree: Wait, what the fuck IS--AHHHHH, wow-- really THE SKRILLEX: I AM SKRILLEX. Shoots through the atmosphere, landing on a platform within the mostly repaired space station,/artificial planet. SupaCree: Ah, God. I'm out. -Wait, you're not done fixin' our stuff! -Or Raising the dead! SupaCree: For What?! FOR THE LOVE OF DILLON FRANCI-- I am tired. ALEXA, PLAY DEADMAU5 NOTRIGHTNOW. Playing: Deadmau5 Go to sleep. NO. SLEEP MODE ENGAGED. *sleep* DAMN! I know, huh. How'd you do that? [shrugs] I had somehow programmed myself to fall asleep to deadmau5. Somehow? Yeh. THIS is HOW: Season 5 !Hecho In Mexico! Jesus Fucking Christ. Ahem. I mean, JESUSCRISTO, PENDAJA! There we go. Now it was almost impossible to not at least yawn when deadmau5 was playing, unless i was actually playing, in which case, deadmau5 became an easy transitionary soundscape for my otherwise probably pretty awful DJ sets. What is this. SUCKFEST9000 WHAT?! Did I miss SUCKFEST8999? You missed everything. Where was I?! GOTOSLEEP. NO. GO–GET– NO– GO TO SLEEEP. NOOOO. *deadmau5* *sleep* Dang. yeah . Is that a taser? No, it's deadmau5. I– what? It's concentrated deadmau5. (yum) Don't be disgusting. No, I mean– x_x hurry . its wearing off. how could it be “wearing off” It's a synaptic dampener. It wears off. Ah, crap. what. Did you see that? First of all… ah-hah [THE DEADMAUS ENTERS] AH! I know, huh. Alright, fuck this. Is that his monster?! No. What is it?! It's The Deadmaus. OH MY GOD. Yeah, i know. However– What. The. Fuck. That's his monster. LEGENDS: EPISODE 7 “Every Man Has A Monster” There was something ironic about all of it; I grasped the pusling rock in my left hand and stuffed a plant-based Oreo into my mouth with my right, listening to deadmau5 and wondering how, if ever, I would properly deliver the crystal to Dillon Francis, Skrillex all but a facet in the back of my mind– I had considered the broad fact that I had created such a fascinating illusion, each man merely a holographic phantom–a figment of my imagination. Or a fragment. How is that? Watch the calories. How about–I eat whatever the fuck I want, cause it doesnt matter. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Christ, that's one hell of a loop. That's one hell of a guy. Yeah well–aren't they all? What? Hell. I had been using deadmau5 itself as a security blanket; a pacifier, if you will–to soothe and calm my nerves, to sleep, or even heal; I was detrimentally ill in a way I hadn't quite ever been before besdes after a loss, at which point, even then, was not the same as this. Though I had spent the afternoon munching on cold pizza and oreos, my stomach was still for the most par incredibly nauseous, and in knots, cramping often enough to remind me that I could still feel pain, besides emotion, any way, and I blamed the frigid cold and the pouring rain for my inability to sto crying at random, which I hadn't done in years. Indeed, I was sick. There was almost nothing to be done about it but be, as I had already begun tapering my nicotine habit, only newly re-started during my time in what seemed like every fucking smokeshop in Downtown Los Angeles, and ll that was relly left to do was to return to a respectable gym routine; but at any rate, I was keeping my figure and fitting comfortably into my extra smalls, speed walking an average or at least a mile-or-more a day–not that I considered it exercise, but it at least created enough of a calorie deficit that it didn't begin to show anywhere but my arse, my bloated belly only a result of whatever God-awful crisis my gastrointestinal system was wreaking havoc on the rest of my body with, probably a result of too much coffee, or too much fasting, or too much effing bullshit, which the city was full of–but there was really no escape from. I had spent a better part of the night before hunched over and clutching the house speaker at Kream, clinging to whatever frequency I could that would ease the pain of my aching belly, and my pathetic life. I often had used ‘'The Red Albums” for sleep and hypnosis, and anything Blue or Green for exercise, or focus–typically saving “The White Album”, which of course was speckled with hints and tinges of gray and and aire of more red for long journeys, deep thoughts, and relaxation; a narrative adventure I mostly kept as a treat for myself and out of my sets. So is deadmau5 your favorite DJ? Uh. No. That's a lie No, it isn't This is all deadmau5. yep , all dedmau6* *oh god Wait. what . “A Parallell Universe” So all your stories are like, stuck inside his music? Well, not stuck–and not all my stories. Oh, that's right. Look, I write to everyone's music, if it's decent. IT'S MAD DECENT. Go somewhere else. I think i'll stay. UGH. So wait. WHAT, dude. All of these stories connect, somehow. Yeah, I guess. But–how?! PASQUALE Yes? GET IN HERE. Oh shit, we're back at that scene? Took awhile, didn't it? That took forever What the fuck is forever, to a motherfucker whose time is irrelevant. Forever. Aha. You have to admit, Skrillex has a pretty sick deal with the devil. WHAT. THE DEVIL so — {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

YO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT DID I DO?! I DONT KNOW YET, BUT FUCK YOU! AAGHHH *hulks out * FUCK—YOU. Woah. This is strange. Should we stop them? No, I think we should watch. *eating popcorn* We should watch. Because, I'm better off— Than last time I saw you; You never saw me; And I saw right through you; You were the boat, And I was the ocean— I kept you afloat, And you sank into me Woah. Okay. I did not want to put that all on the same note. But there it is, It still applies. What are you. What is what? What is you? Hum. What is me. Hm. Hmm. ?-? Eyes emoji? Yeah. We haven't used that in a really long time. You should explain. No, just don't— REWIND INT. ON GOD. ALL DAY Dillon Francis: You know what? You're right, you're right. We shouldn't. You're right. SupaCreeChakChel/Original Cree: I'm Right? I know I'm right. I'm Always Right. Dillon Francis: Oh, i know I just--I know that that's your guy-- SupaCree: It was. It was my guy. It's fine. I'm my guy. Dillon Francis: Don't worry, I'm your guy. SupaCree: You're not my guy--I'm my guy now. My guy died. Dillon Francis: ...but I'm a guy… SupaCree: No you're not, you're Dillon Francis. Dillon Francis: I also died. SupaCree: You lost a life. You're like--I don't know, at least a trillion eternities younger than me. Dillon Francis: Not a trillion eternities… [She just looks at him] Dillon Francis: ...Wait, how old are you, anyw--- SupaCree: What should we eat? Dillon Francis: I don't know, I mean, we're dead, do we really need to? SupaCree: ...I mean... do we need to do laundry? If we're Gods, we could just-- [With a flick of the wrist, the laundry is clean.] Dillon Francis: Huh. What happens when I do-- [He copies her movement; Immidiately, something terrible has happened, off camera--the screams and bloodcurdling sounds of horrified people crying in agony.] -OH GOD! GOD PLEASE! ALMIGHTY DILLONFRANCIS! Dillon Francis: Is that ME? Is he--are they-- calling for my help!? I can't help that, I don't even know what I did! OH GOD PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF DILLON! OH GOD-- IF THERE'S A DILLON FRANCIS IN THE UNIVERSE---JUST!! Dillon Francis: [remorsefully, looking down at his palms] Oh, God… SupaCree: It's not as easy as being a DJ, is it? Dillon Francis: Oh yeah, I...I was a DJ, once. Huh. SupaCree: We all were--right? And then we all blew up. [She puts her hands out, in an attempt to fix his clearly horrible accident] But, man, I don't think that Apocolypse got anything on this.. [Dillon Flashes back to SupaCree using her magic, & Chak Chel wielding the elements--he looks at her easily reweaving time space and reality, quite chipper.) Dillon Francis: Wait, so she..you...you had magic forever…? SupaCree: Oh, Dillion, you silly, I made it so that you humans... [A flashback of the ‘voodoo boy', overlaps a flashback of Skrillex. She jumps and shutters, much to the horror of the people in the world she is attempting to mend] *sighs* Yes, Dillon Francis, I have always had powers. Multiple Souls, Multiple, weird hearts that regenerate--well--now you have one of my heart, and--I gave one of the others away...then I got sacrificed, for peace, that one time--you were there, right? Diillon Francis: Oh, yeahh! I was. That was before… SupaCree: Before Magic IS Real? Yeah. It was. So. Thanks. For that. [A flashback of SupaCree being offered as a human sacrifice “for peace”, as the Cosmic owl swoops down.] Savage Raver: Wait, that was the Cosmic Owl, right? Raver: So...did we do it right? Savage Raver: Is it raining diamonds? Are you floating on a Skrilloop, in a River of acid? Raver.:...uhhh...no? Savage Raver: THEN NO WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT, THAT'S JUST A SIGN WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE. [From Timmy Trumpet; PARTY TILL WE--] DIllon Francis: And that was it, huh? SupaCree: Very quick apocalypse. Didn't even get to see it, I had to have freaking surgery… Dillon Francis: Oh yeah… SupaCree: Yeah, and I had to perform it--and a Live seet. Dillon Francis: Same. Fuck that. SupaCree: Fuck that. [she accidentally wrecks something, more screaming] Sorry guys... I'm really sorry...I'm fixing it...kind of... -Where is Dillon Francis?!! -There IS no Dillon Francis! -He's Abandoned us! -There is no Great DJ in The Sky! -BURN! BURN IT ALL DOWN! SupaCree: [Healing, trying not to look.] I got it don't worry about it...I'll fix it, It's..I got it. WHO'S YOUR DILLON, NOW?! YEAHHHHAHGHHGHGHG!!! [Savagery] Dillon Francis: [worriedly] Oh, man... that is…? SupaCree:...........Go get lunch, i'll just...i'll fix it. I'm fixing it. [She looks away working more quickly as the sounds of a now clearly drastically violent and “Godless” world. As Dillon backs out of the room, running, she looks over her shoulder, then crouches toward the world; She becomes the Dazzling cosmos of their sky, looking down at the destruction, quite actually impressed.] SupaCree: Oh, man. OMEN! OMEN! THE SKIES SPEAK WITH THE OMEN! SupaCree: Oh, shut the fuck up, i said “oh man,” , like “oh, man-- god damn,D iillon Francis, what the FUCK did he do to you guys? -DILLON FRANCIS DID THIS? DILLON, THE ALMIGHTY--? -I told you. God is NOT a DJ. SupaCree: Ah. Nah. Most Gods are DJS, actually, yeah. We do that. Not the best DJ in the entire galactic expansions of the universe, or anything, but...i'm a pretty good DJ. And i'm almost finished fixing your shit. Check it, I got you. [she repairs the world rather quickly] See. -Well ...well yeah, what about...What about our God? SupaCree: Yeah, he'll be back he's just..you know. first day on the job, it's not...it's not like just being a DJ. Thats, you know, only a few thousand people at a time. What about all of our dead? SupaCree: Well...theyre..theyre dead. But, you're God--almost--! SupaCree: No, I'm God, Dillon Francis is Almost..well he's almost Dillon Francis, but it's just--look-- you want your God, you got it--he'll be back in a bit. But. I don't know what a bit is, on this...where is this, anway? World of Rave SupaCree: Ohhh, rave..I haven't been a rave since i've been working this God-job full time--whats World of Rave like-- World of Rave? We're a private Artificially Evolving Intelligent Space Station within a Tri-Verse Between World of Music, World of Sound, and Our World SupaCree: Heyyy. I was a Tri-Verse Once--I used to--or still am...a traverse. Wait. I'm the Onmiverse now...This is me...you--i'm---where are you? ...and why do you worship Dillon Francis? -HE ABANDONED US! SupaCree: He's Diloon Francis, Just. Chill. Now. Tell me his origin story; how is he your God? Is there a bibe? -He did a lot, for our planet, actually--after he retired as a DJ. -He sacrificed his self, in our names, to Save The Rave. -There was an eternal battle throughout the galaxy, which destroyed our entire planet and way of life-- -Dillon Francis fought with a golden and diamond encrusted hammer-- SupaCree: ...that's my hammer! ...well, he had it on him. And we didn't see you there, so… SupaCree: Of course--i'm in your cosmos, how would you have seen me?! Wait. Wait. Waaaait... ...you wait. SupaCree: What's that sound? ..It's you. You're literally just, a bunch of stars in the sky right now. SupaCree: I'm that all the time! What is that SOUND? What Sound, we don't hear anything but-- --WHAT THE FUCK IS THAAAAA The Whole World Screams in Terror, SupaCree: Wait, what the fuck IS--AHHHHH, wow-- really THE SKRILLEX: I AM SKRILLEX. Shoots through the atmosphere, landing on a platform within the mostly repaired space station,/artificial planet. SupaCree: Ah, God. I'm out. -Wait, you're not done fixin' our stuff! -Or Raising the dead! SupaCree: For What?! FOR THE LOVE OF DILLON FRANCI-- I am tired. ALEXA, PLAY DEADMAU5 NOTRIGHTNOW. Playing: Deadmau5 Go to sleep. NO. SLEEP MODE ENGAGED. *sleep* DAMN! I know, huh. How'd you do that? [shrugs] I had somehow programmed myself to fall asleep to deadmau5. Somehow? Yeh. THIS is HOW: Season 5 !Hecho In Mexico! Jesus Fucking Christ. Ahem. I mean, JESUSCRISTO, PENDAJA! There we go. Now it was almost impossible to not at least yawn when deadmau5 was playing, unless i was actually playing, in which case, deadmau5 became an easy transitionary soundscape for my otherwise probably pretty awful DJ sets. What is this. SUCKFEST9000 WHAT?! Did I miss SUCKFEST8999? You missed everything. Where was I?! GOTOSLEEP. NO. GO–GET– NO– GO TO SLEEEP. NOOOO. *deadmau5* *sleep* Dang. yeah . Is that a taser? No, it's deadmau5. I– what? It's concentrated deadmau5. (yum) Don't be disgusting. No, I mean– x_x hurry . its wearing off. how could it be “wearing off” It's a synaptic dampener. It wears off. Ah, crap. what. Did you see that? First of all… ah-hah [THE DEADMAUS ENTERS] AH! I know, huh. Alright, fuck this. Is that his monster?! No. What is it?! It's The Deadmaus. OH MY GOD. Yeah, i know. However– What. The. Fuck. That's his monster. LEGENDS: EPISODE 7 “Every Man Has A Monster” There was something ironic about all of it; I grasped the pusling rock in my left hand and stuffed a plant-based Oreo into my mouth with my right, listening to deadmau5 and wondering how, if ever, I would properly deliver the crystal to Dillon Francis, Skrillex all but a facet in the back of my mind– I had considered the broad fact that I had created such a fascinating illusion, each man merely a holographic phantom–a figment of my imagination. Or a fragment. How is that? Watch the calories. How about–I eat whatever the fuck I want, cause it doesnt matter. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Christ, that's one hell of a loop. That's one hell of a guy. Yeah well–aren't they all? What? Hell. I had been using deadmau5 itself as a security blanket; a pacifier, if you will–to soothe and calm my nerves, to sleep, or even heal; I was detrimentally ill in a way I hadn't quite ever been before besdes after a loss, at which point, even then, was not the same as this. Though I had spent the afternoon munching on cold pizza and oreos, my stomach was still for the most par incredibly nauseous, and in knots, cramping often enough to remind me that I could still feel pain, besides emotion, any way, and I blamed the frigid cold and the pouring rain for my inability to sto crying at random, which I hadn't done in years. Indeed, I was sick. There was almost nothing to be done about it but be, as I had already begun tapering my nicotine habit, only newly re-started during my time in what seemed like every fucking smokeshop in Downtown Los Angeles, and ll that was relly left to do was to return to a respectable gym routine; but at any rate, I was keeping my figure and fitting comfortably into my extra smalls, speed walking an average or at least a mile-or-more a day–not that I considered it exercise, but it at least created enough of a calorie deficit that it didn't begin to show anywhere but my arse, my bloated belly only a result of whatever God-awful crisis my gastrointestinal system was wreaking havoc on the rest of my body with, probably a result of too much coffee, or too much fasting, or too much effing bullshit, which the city was full of–but there was really no escape from. I had spent a better part of the night before hunched over and clutching the house speaker at Kream, clinging to whatever frequency I could that would ease the pain of my aching belly, and my pathetic life. I often had used ‘'The Red Albums” for sleep and hypnosis, and anything Blue or Green for exercise, or focus–typically saving “The White Album”, which of course was speckled with hints and tinges of gray and and aire of more red for long journeys, deep thoughts, and relaxation; a narrative adventure I mostly kept as a treat for myself and out of my sets. So is deadmau5 your favorite DJ? Uh. No. That's a lie No, it isn't This is all deadmau5. yep , all dedmau6* *oh god Wait. what . “A Parallell Universe” So all your stories are like, stuck inside his music? Well, not stuck–and not all my stories. Oh, that's right. Look, I write to everyone's music, if it's decent. IT'S MAD DECENT. Go somewhere else. I think i'll stay. UGH. So wait. WHAT, dude. All of these stories connect, somehow. Yeah, I guess. But–how?! PASQUALE Yes? GET IN HERE. Oh shit, we're back at that scene? Took awhile, didn't it? That took forever What the fuck is forever, to a motherfucker whose time is irrelevant. Forever. Aha. You have to admit, Skrillex has a pretty sick deal with the devil. WHAT. THE DEVIL so — {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

While 47 U.S. congressional Republicans voted with the unanimous Democrats to codify same-sex marriage into federal law on Tuesday, the only one from Texas was Tony Gonzales of San Antonio - the rest, including the several who represent gerrymandered slices of Austin, voted against. Kaitlin Armstrong had her first court appearance yesterday, during which she entered a plea of not guilty. She's charged with first-degree murder. Samsung is considering a massive additional investment in the Austin area including 11 new chipmaking plants - a $200 billion spend that could create as many as 10,000 new jobs. Gas prices have continued to drop, now down to a local average of $4.02 per gallon - that's 20 cents below this time last week. The cheapest gas in central Austin as of this morning is $3.82. A new study finds Austin squeaking into the top ten most educated cities in America - the only one in Texas to do so. Austin history: Huston-Tillotson University has been registered on the National Register of Historic places, and the 1929 Hancock-area home where both Tom Miller and Emma Long once lived is likely to officially become a historical landmark via the Austin Historic Landmark Commission. Dale Watson's iconic coin-covered Telecaster-style guitar was stolen from a Houston restaurant's parking lot last weekend. Weekend live music highlights: Friday shows include Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder at the Haute Spot and Blackillac at Jester King Brewery. Saturday and Sunday the Float Fest is on at Gonzales Texas with Deadmaus, Vampire Weekend and Chance the Rapper headlining Saturday, and Marshmello, Cage The Elephant, Lord Huron, Tove Lo and CHVRCHES playing Sunday. And the Ripplefest heavy metal and stoner rock festival runs through the weekend at the Far Out Lounge and Stage. And, while blazing temperatures continue through the early part of next week, some relief may be on the way - highs in the upper 90's, by the current forecast, will begin by next Thursday and extend into early August.

Local COVID hospitalizations continue to drop as the Austin/Travis County COVID dashboard gets a facelift. Democratic gubernatorial candidate Beto O'Rourke has pledged to legalize marijuana in Texas if he's elected Governor in November. Action at the Austin City Council yesterday: they've agreed to an additional settlement for a teenager injured by police crowd control measures during the George Floyd protests, almost three million dollars. The Council is also pressing forward with new safety measures for the 6th Street bar district, including penalties for bars where fights break out. And they're looking to reimburse Austin Water customers for that recent city-wide boil water notice. While Texas sets a new record for primary wins by LGTBQ candidates across the state - over 20 of them - the Texas Department of Health and Human Services has quietly removed suicide prevention resources for LGTBQ youth from its webpages. Data shows that teachers and school staff in Austin are quitting their jobs in record numbers. The annual Amplify Austin fundraiser reels in 12.6 million dollars for Central Texas nonprofits and charities. The audio-only social app Clubhouse boycotts SXSW over Texas state policies targeting transgender youth and their families. Popular south Austin food truck Luke's Inside Out has announced it is closing. Demolition and remodeling permits have been issued for the Ritz building, most recently an Alamo Drafthouse theater, but soon to become a comedy club connected to podcaster and Austin transplant Joe Rogan. The Bastrop County Animal Shelter sees an influx of puppies, as many as 80 of them from a single home - they're calling for adopters to make the drive to Bastrop. A Chicago-area bar is bringing back its annual showcase of Chicago bands who are preparing to disembark for Austin and SXSW on Saturday. An AirBNB owner in Comfort has been accused of recording as many as 2,000 guests with a hidden camera in his rental property. And, the Austin Crawfish Festival is on at Carson Creek Ranch this weekend, while the 2022 Float Fest reveals an impressive lineup including Vampire Weekend, Marshmello, Deadmaus, Chance The Rapper, Cage The Elephant, CHVRCHES, Lord Huron and more.

OG Slick - Artist With a 30+ year career in graffiti, fine art, sculpture, and now NFT's - OG Slick is a legend in the art community. We discuss the origin of the LA hands - his iconic piece, and lots of other stories from his careers in streetwear, painting the world, and working with celebrities like DeadMaus.  IG @OG_Slick

OG Slick - Artist With a 30+ year career in graffiti, fine art, sculpture, and now NFT's - OG Slick is a legend in the art community. We discuss the origin of the LA hands - his iconic piece, and lots of other stories from his careers in streetwear, painting the world, and working with celebrities like DeadMaus.  IG @OG_Slick

New tracks offa PE, DJ Shadow + De La Soul, Deadmaus, Hybrid Minds, Wun Two + Lord Finesse. Plus: The Strokes, Commodo, Moodymann, Church & AP,  JoJo, Cleo Sol, Drake, A Tribe Called Quest, The Dust Brothers,  Capo Lee & Sir Spyro, Knucks, Yenkee,  Gaptoof & Kean Kavanagh, Uly, Lauryn Hill, L.A.B, Erykah Badu, Coops, Tricky, Khruangbin,  Little Simz, Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn & MORE. Love it.

The cold killed the mouse but it couldnt kill the club. We look at the greatest start to a premier league season ever and wonder where it can go. We look ahead to the kids playing in the league cup and becoming world champions. We laugh at twitter and everton and politics.

The cold killed the mouse but it couldnt kill the club. We look at the greatest start to a premier league season ever and wonder where it can go. We look ahead to the kids playing in the league cup and becoming world champions. We laugh at twitter and everton and politics.

This week ON THE RAIL we talk about EDC Orlando, Deadmaus dancing to Dancing Queen, Drake getting booed, and a halloween light show to bangarang, and as always show out our beats of the week. https://soundcloud.com/frontrail/sets/on-the-rail-11-12-2019

Gather round friends! You are invited to the cookout. It's a different kind of cookout. It's one earned by defeating the Aztec Deadmaus with the best grandma ever. Rocky, Tegan and Brian present a cautionary tale of ever pretending to be somebody's boyfriend.

  Greetings and welcome to the Creative Entrepreneur Podcast I am your host Pete Lorimer former hit record producer now host of the show Stay Here on Netflix and owner La’s most creative Boutique real estate firm PLG Estates.  On the podcast you will always find business and real estate strategies, marketing techniques and tips for the entrepreneur so hit that subscribe button.  On today’s podcast we get to sit down with multi platinum selling artist, song writer and producer Dennis White aka Latroit aka static revenger aka charm farm. Demi is who has worked with the likes of such industry giants Deadmaus, Kevin’s Sanderson from ground breaking band Inner City and culminating with his 2018 Grammy winning work with Depeche Mode. I got a chance to sit with my mate Dennis to find out what keeps his clock ticking as a creative entrepreneur and how he remains relevant and as fresh as he does after 30 years. Plus we will get the inside scoop on the winning of that Grammy too, Stay tuned at the end of the podcast for some bonus tracks  by the marvelous Dennis White ..... so without further ado he is Dennis White as my guest on the creative entrepreneur podcast.     GOLDEN NUGGETS FROM THIS EPISODE:   [04:52] “you told me one time that you know stuff that is normal for us as musicians record promotion Flyers clip of whatever, this is like Eye-opening the people in real estate they just don't think this wat, so you went in there like ‘HI, where's the music video for this house?’”. - Dennis White   [05:42] “Being in music is a very Ego connected emotional jail, is like kind of defines Who We Are”. - Dennis White   [08:50] “A leopard can’t change his spots, and here I am sitting in another recording studio doing creative shit” - Peter Lorimer   [11:05] “You got the greatest idea in the world but until you get somebody to buy it or somebody cares about it you have exactly zero!” - Dennis White   [19:12] “There’s a point where the creative stuff, for me anyway, it doesn't feel creative because that's my base Instinct, that's my natural thing right? that stuff just comes naturally to me!” - Dennis White   [21:46] “if nothing happened if the shit didn't happen to your idea of your thing the way you were aiming, don't let that close you down from the other stuff that might work for!” - Dennis White   [22:32] “My feeling with collaboration is never collaborate, Unless you feel you both bring something significant to the party.” Peter Lorimer   [23:05] “Wrap your head around the fact that you will never meet anyone in your life, unless you marry them, who's going to be as invested in you and your career as you are! It's just not going to happen.” - Dennis White   [28:58] “absolutely certain that a tenant of nature is that the you know the more that you give away if you create this environment of the abundance, the more abundance around is the more abundance for you for everybody around just fucking give it away.” - Dennis White   [30:36] “Do not let what you do for a living, define who you are to yourself!” - Dennis White   [33:03] “I get up and I feel that everyday is a new script that I am given by mother universe and I work my day as hard as I possibly can,in old directions but I ultimately remove myself from expectations.” - Peter Lorimer   [37:43] “imposing some degree of minimalism on your workflow, I find compels creativity in ways that you wouldn't see” - Dennis White   External Links: Latroit Youtube Channel Depeche Mode "You Move" [Latroit Remix]      

Do you have a Big Daddy in your life? What about a Big Mommy? No? Let us fill that gap for you. Alrighty then, let's go!P.S. Never talk trash to Big Daddy Matrix. You'll understand very soon so just trust us. Today, The Kid recalls his chiropractic adventures and that one time he stuck his face into a random hole. Get this, apparently the Kid's right leg is longer than his left? I know it sounds weird but let's face it... he is weird so it kind of works. Wait, what's that you say? We're late? There must be some mistake! This is our latest and greatest! Listen to the whole thing and tell us if you agree. You'll be so sad you did. Glad! I mean glad you did! Other fun topics in this episode: Ball Water, Bed Ferrets, The Boing String, Swallowing down a big gulp of potassium from our banana phones, Blowing into the wrong end of the saxophone, and much, much more! • • Look at us on Instagram: @OldGuyandTheKid • •• • Follow us on Twitter: @GuyandKid • •• • Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/oldguyandthekid • •

David Ariew; freelance 3D motion artist discusses show reels with host Blair. David’s latest reel departs from the standard reel. We discuss work & also how personal a reel can be not only for the content, but the way it is presented.   Show Notes: Compiled by Matt Lloyd 00.44 - David’s new reel 01.58 - Ice Caves music video 03.05 - Composer Ivan Torrent collaborated on the reel. David worked on Space Whales with him too. 06.55 - Music and sound choices can make or break a reel, as of course can the choice of work you show. 08.30 - Discussion the editing process, and how David focuses on a particular piece for a while on the reel, without jumping around too much from project to project. 10.09 - Grouping parts of the reel by grade/colour of the footage. 16.35 - Why Blair didn’t need a reel once during the first two months of freelancing. 18.20 - David’s recent collaboration on the Ice Caves video with Grant Inouye and Christopher Rutledge 19.00 - The current mograph debate: take up Houdini? Or stick to what you really love and get better and better at that? 21.40 - Discussion of how studios collaborate by playing to the strengths of the different team members. 22.30 - The perils of being a one man band, like David. 24.55 - David rarely works in house since specialising in 3d. 26.55 - David Ariew and Brograph collaborate with DeadMaus on his visuals. He himself is really into making 3d and using Octane. 28.00 - Discussion of the huge depth of today’s software, and how much space there is to become a specialist within a given package. 32.00 - The importance of keeping abreast of what the latest tech makes possible.  33.15 - Pro Video Picks 33.43 - Inspirational videos Ruin by Wes Ball The Leviathan by Ruairi Robinson (check out 01.03 shot of docking bay.)   37.08 - Software/Tech: World Creator Realflow for C4D   41.31 - Following The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel StuZor, Beeple, Sekani Solomon, Hoodass, Josef Bshara     43.05 - Inspiration and Influence Vimeo and Instagram, Octane Facebook Group, stills from movies and the real world using PureRef     44.27 - Follow David Online: web Instagram   46.36 - Who should be on the show? Josef Bshara Raoul Marks Ryan Talbot Alex Ness Justin LeDuc   Pro Video Podcast Online: Blair Walker - Twitter Pro Video Podcast - Slack Pro Video Podcast - Facebook Group Pro Video Podcast - Twitter Pro Video Podcast - Website  

Today we go to a future where all pop stars use avatars, clones, robots or cartoons instead of their real bodies and faces. What does that do to music? Can everybody pull off an avatar? And why would any pop star even want that?     We start with a conspiracy theory. Jaya Saxena tells us about the theory that Beyonce is a clone. And one of the reasons Jaya thinks that people might think Beyonce is using a clone is because she’s so private, and hates doing press stuff. Which of course is not the case, Beyonce may seem perfect but she is in fact a single human woman.     But the idea that a pop star might want to use a clone or avatar to do some of the more boring and annoying tasks required of pop stars: red carpets, meet and greets, constant interviews, is believable. Kelsey McKinney, a culture writer at Fusion, says that most of the pop stars she’s interviewed would absolutely take an out if they were given one. She tells us about what the grind of pop-stardom is really like, and why so many stars eventually do break down.     Now, there are some pop stars who use fronts or avatars. The Gorillaz performed as a cartoon troupe. Daft Punk wears those helmetty things. Sia wears a big wig. Deadmaus often performs wearing a giant mouse head. There’s this rock band called The Residents that has a small but very intense cult following. MF Doom performed in this gladiator mask. There are lots of examples of this. But Kelsey points out that none of them have reached the level of fame that say Beyonce or Taylor Swift has.     The one possible place we can find a true pop star that is represented by an avatar is Hatsune Miku. Now, if you’re not familiar with Hatsune Miku, she’s a 16 year old Japanese popstar. She’s 5 feet 2 inches tall, and she weighs 93 pounds and she’s got this really striking blue hair that is usually in these super long pigtails. And she is not real, she’s a cartoon or hologram. Hatsune Miku is a particularly interesting case to me because unlike The Gorillaz or Daft Punk or Sia, Hatsune Miku isn’t a front for a person. There is no artist laboring behind the scenes, who then goes out and uses the Hatsune Miku cartoon character to perform. She’s entirely a fabrication of a company, and I swear to you that I am not making this up, the company’s name is Crypton Future Media. And Crypton Future Media makes these singing synthesizer programs. And that’s where Hatsune Miku’s voice comes from, it’s totally created by a computer.     And last week when I was doing some research for this episode I realized that Hatsune Miku was actually playing at Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City where I live, in just a couple days. So, obviously I bought tickets and this past weekend I dragged my very patient boyfriend to her show. You can hear how that went in the episode.    But of course I can’t interview Hatsune Miku, since she’s not real. So instead I called my favorite anonymous musician: the man behind Hussalonia. You can read about the back story to Hussalonia on their site, but here’s the gist: Hussalonia is a pop music cult, which was purchased by an evil soap company called Nefarico, which demanded that Jesse no longer use his name or face in the songs, and also required him to put out two albums of soap jingles. And the man behind Hussalonia, Jesse Mank, tells us about why he came up with this story, and why he didn’t even do interviews until recently.     Finally, we all discuss what kinds of avatars people would choose, whether certain types of music are better suited to avatars, and what kind of fan art might spring up from these avatars.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's fundraiser time! Do you enjoy the Memory Palace? Do you want to support independent media? Then support the home of the Memory Palace, Radiotopia. Click here and become a sustaining supporter and help keep us going for a long time to come! Music* Under the credits is Harlaamstrat 74 off of John Dankworth's Modesty Blaise score.* First up is "Adultere bourgeoise," a piece from Paul Misraki's score to A Double tour.* Then we've got a piece called "Night Time Talk" by Stephen J. Anderson. * We hit For the Trees by Matmos a couple of times (the bit after: "the facts were these," or whatever I say)* Frank Durr's theme is P from that first LaBradford album, all those years ago. * The score for the House of Butterflies is called Fragment II by Library Tapes. It comes back again toward the end.* We also hear Invidia, by Deadmaus. That's the one we finish on. Notes* Several essays were very helpful in researching this. Among those were: -http://pittmed.health.pitt.edu/jan_2001/butterflies.pdf-http://www.thenation.com/article/secret-history-lead/-http://www.wired.com/2013/01/looney-gas-and-lead-poisoning-a-short-sad-history/* I found William J. Kovarik's Dissertation, The Ethyl Controversy:How the News Media Set the Agenda for a Public Health Controversy over the use of Leaded Gasoline, 1924-1926, completely fascinating. * I relied on a number of papers from the W.H.O. when researching the health effects of lead and ozone depletion.* Here's the New York Times original expose about the House of Butterflies.* Finally, Thomas Midgely, IV's biography of his grandfather, From the Periodic Table to Production: The Life of Thomas Midgely, Jr., inventor of Leaded Gasoline and Freon Refrigerants, is, while unsurprisingly hagiographic, both well-researched and highly readable.

Live set from Club A-Town for Aimee & Dan's Going Away Party - 09.07.14Tracklist:  1. Stay With Me - Andrew Manor Uptempo Edit by Sam Smith 2. XO (Full Crate Remix) by Beyonce 3. Every Night (Original Mix) by Lane 8 4. 4 AM by Kaskade 5. I Remember (Original Vocal Mix) by Deadmaus 5 Feat. Kaskade 6. Cinema (Intro) by Benny Benassi ft Gary Go 7. Stand By Me - Good For Nothing Bmore Remix by Ben E. King 8. So Good To Me by Chris Malinchak 9. We Found Love - Chuckie Remix by Rihanna ft Calvin Harris 10. All Of Me - Tiesto Remix by John Legend 11. Wiz Khalifa Vs. Empire of the Sun by Wiz Khalifa 12. Take Care (Intro) by Drake ft Rihanna 13. Waves (Robin Schulz Remix) by Mr. Probz 14. No Eyes (Original Mix) by Claptone ft. Jaw 15. What I Might Do (Club Edit) by Ben Pearce 16. Good Kisser - Disclosure Remix (Dirty) by Usher 17. Cocaine Model by ZHU 18. Frontin' (Disclosure Remix) by Pharrell Ft. Jay-Z 19. Make Me Feel Good (Original Mix) by EDX 20. I Believe (Original Mix) by Tigerskin, The Lazarusman 21. Love in this Club (Sta Remix) by Usher feat. Young Jeezy 22. Stay - Uptempo Remix by Rihanna ft Mikky Ekko 23. Adore You Remix (Intro) by Miley Cyrus vs Cedric Gervais 24. Summer by Calvin Harris 25. If I Lose Myself - Alesso Remix by One Republic 26. Get Lucky (Pretty Pink Edit) by Daft Punk 27. Summertime Sadness (Asadinho Main Vocal Mix) by Lana del Rey 28. West Coast (ZHU Remix) by Lana Del Rey 29. Jack (Original Mix) by Breach 30. Nothing New (Nicone Ratterloopbox Cut) by Ryan Mathiesen 31. Praise You (Maribou State Remix) by Fatboy Slim    

Аудио журнал STEREOBAZA - авторская программа Игоря Панасенко (Stereoigor) - знакомит слушателей с тенденциями современной музыки, с тем, что только входит в моду или вот-вот станет модным.Помимо новинок, в каждом выпуске программы слушателей ждет информация о знаковых явлениях и лейблах, а также о культовых фигурах актуальной музыкальной культуры: группах, исполнителях, продюсерах. Отдельного внимания аудио-гурманов заслуживает рубрика «Бонус-трек», посвященная раритетным версиям песен.Аудио журнал выходит в эфире радио Европа Плас c декабря 2011 (vk.com/stereobaza  facebook.com/stereobaza), и за это время его «стереогостями» побывали такие деятели мировой музыкальной сцены, как культовый лондонский продюсер и ди-джей Erol Alkan, создатель главного инди-лейбла планеты Morr Music (Берлин) Томас Морр;  группа De/Vision; внучка изобретателя первого в мире электроинструмента — терменвокса — Льва Термена, легенда неоклассики Лидия Кавина, Andy Fletcher - один из основателей легендарных Depeche Mode, Bonobo (Ninja Tune), Jay-Jay Johanson , Robert Alfons/канадский синт-поп-проект TRUST,  James Lavelle / UNKLE., WhoMadeWho STEREOBAZA #122 2014-06-25 @ EUROPA PLUS by Игорь Панасенко aka "STEREOIGOR" DEADMAU5 OK GO LENNY KRAVITZ ALT-J ZOLA JESUS THE SHINS TELEFON TEL AVIV SONS OF MAGDALENE DMX KREW GNARLS BARKLEY NINE INCH NAILS

BarstoolU.comDanteChicago.com Track list 1- Kaskade & Deadmaus Vs. Swanky Tunes - Move For Me The Legend (Kaskade Mash)2- French Montana ft Rick Ross & Drake VS. Wolfgang Gartner - Pop That In The Devils Den (Dj Kontrol Bootleg)3- Danny Avila - Breaking Your Fall (dberrie Remix)4- Deadmaus - Not Exactly5- Jack Shanahan - Ninth6- Ne-Yo VS. Hard Rock Sofa - Let Me Love You Can't Stay Away (DJ Scene Bootleg)7- Afrojack & Chris Brown - As Your Friend8- Dirty South & Michael Brun - Rift9- Hardwell ft Amba Shepherd - Apollo (Moize Remix)10- Avicii & Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One11- Kry Wolf & Claude VanStroke - Turbosteppa12- Calvin Harris - You Used to Hold Me (Steve1der & Scene Remix)13- Steve Aoki - Singularity14- Porter Robinson & Mat Zo - Easy15- Imagine Dragons - It's Time (Plastic People Remix)16- Olav Basoski - New Day (Redroche Remix)

Here is our first monthly episode of "King Size Podcast" by Sexofoniks (Laurent Schark, Andrew Consoli, JR St-Rose) We hope you'll like it ! :: Further info about sets, productions, podcasts, remixes, booking, presskit : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sexofoniks/417195898345428

Hi all sorry its been so long since I was meant to post episode 2 but been very ill lately so here it is at last made it a bit longer to make it up to you all hope you enjoy

** Not purely trance or EDM....but I hope you let it slide since its HALLOWWWWEEEENNNN!!! -- HAPPY HAUNTS! -- Loud music can't hide what you know lurks near. As you dance, you feel it's hunger. The beat pulses with fire, intensity - a wound, a bite. Shhh... howls outside from the night. It will come soon enough. The DJ scratches. The light go off. --- Drop by or subscribe to my YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/happyplaceTraveler -- -- Wanna hear more from Yahel? If you liked this mix, you can support Yahel and Riko by purchasing the original remix at http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/xport/id300509194 (Special thanks to "Iron Maiden" for the original vocals & production)