Podcasts about lost lands

Today we have another guest who I have wanted to get on the podcast for over a year now, most of you probably know him if you are a fan of dubstep. He has played Lost Lands, Imagine, has collabs with some of the best in the game including one with DJ Diesel, who goes by the name of Freaky.Today we talk a lot about his long journey of getting to where he is in his musical career. Freaky grew up in South Carolina and when was in college he went to school to become a christian youth pastor. And man has his career goals changed drastically since then. Being that Freaky would be considered one of the older producers in our industry, he has experienced a lot since his college days. He has gone from playing at local bars and clubs to touring and releasing music on well known labels like Subsidia, broken free of his addiction to alcohol and cigarettes, gotten married, and even bought a house in a new state.So when I asked him what the key was to getting through all of that he said, “being patient, and trying to become a better version of yourself than you were the day before”Society Selects:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/28aag7ZckmpuFJEllz16Um?si=e9dfec2759a0442cFollow FreakyInstagramTwitterSpotifySoundcloudShow Sponsorhttp://magazine.eraofedm.com/Underground SocietyInstagramTikTokTwitterSpotifyYouTubeSoundCloudWebsite: www.undergroundsocietypodcast.comSupport the show

لو بتخاف متسمعهاش 4 ساعات من قصص الرعب الحقيقية جميع الحقوق محفوظة لقناة مستر كايرو والاعلامي حسام مصباح نسخ او تحميل او اعادة توظيف هذا العمل او اي من محتواه الصوتي او اقتباس و تحويل هذه الاعمال الى مواد مكتوبة او مرئية دون اخذ الاذن والموافقة الرسمية المكتوبة والموثقة من صاحب القناة يعرضك للمحاكمة القضائية والمسائلة القانونية ويمنح الصاحب القناة الحق في التعويض المادي والادبي الذي يمنحه القانون المصري والدولى في جميع الدول #تجربة_رعب_mrcairo --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Music used : " LOST LANDS " composed and produced by "Vivek Abhishek" Music link : https://youtu.be/jNVwNtDO4V4SUBSCRIBE us on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook: https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram: https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Many thanks to CO.AG FOR THE SUPERB MUSIC https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcav...**************************************************** --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/mrcairo/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/mrcairo/support

Wooli on the On Locations Sessions presented by The DJ Sessions at Decadence 12/30/22   About Wooli - Wooli's mammoth bass music imprint twists harmonic sounds into a grimy discography of varying tastes. Blending icy compositions with fiery drops, his prehistoric mark captures millions of listeners through immersive performances and heavy bass. With a dynamic suite of releases spanning Monstercat, Never Say Die, Ophelia and Subsidia and has collaborated with some of EDM's most popular vocalists and heavy hitters. Wooli's tracks with Seven Lions, HALIENE, Amidy and Trivecta have perfected euphonic realms, while his Evolution EP with Excision sparked anthems for aggressive crowds. Island (feat. Nevve) and Another Me (with Dylan Matthew) top off a collection of originals that have cemented him in charts. Gaining notoriety from the Mammoth EP (2018) and The Cave EP (2017), Wooli's signature sounds feature sing-along verses and enthralling pounds. Wooli's monumental performances draw religious crowds at festival stages like EDC Las Vegas, Lollapalooza, Electric Zoo, Lost Lands and more. Writing history, Wooli's Destination Tour (2021-22), spanned 32 dates across North America's biggest cities, solidifying his place as a leader within the scene. From primeval performances to melodic masterpieces, Wooli is commanding bass music's future as one of this generation's most compelling acts.   About The DJ Sessions - “The DJ Sessions” is a Twitch/Mixcloud "Featured Partner” live streaming/podcast series featuring electronic music DJ's/Producers via live mixes/interviews and streamed/distributed to a global audience. TheDJSessions.com The series constantly places in the “Top Ten” on Twitch Music and the “Top Five” in the “Electronic Music", “DJ", "Dance Music" categories. TDJS is rated in the Top 0.11% of live streaming shows on Twitch out of millions of live streamers. It has also been recognized by Apple twice as a "New and Noteworthy” podcast and featured three times in the Apple Music Store video podcast section. UStream and Livestream have also listed the series as a "Featured" stream on their platforms since its inception. The series is also streamed live to multiple other platforms and hosted on several podcast sites. It has a combined live streaming/podcast audience is over 125,000 viewers per week. With over 2,400 episodes produced over the last 12 years "The DJ Sessions" has featured international artists such as: BT, Youngr, Sevenn, Wuki, Scott Slyter, Simply City, Micke, Netsky, Rich DietZ, Bexxie, Boris, MJ Cole, Flipside, Skeeter, Bissen, Katie Chonacas, Hollaphonic, Lady Waks, Arty/Alpha 9, Miri Ben-Ari, DJ Ruby, DJ Colette, Nima Gorji, Kaspar Tasane, Andy Caldwell, Party Shirt, Plastik Funk, ENDO, John Tejada, Hoss, DJ Sash U, Arkley, Bee Bee, Cozmic Cat, Superstar DJ Keoki, Crystal Waters, Swedish Egil, Martin Eyerer, Dezarate, Maddy O'Neal, Sonic Union, Lea Luna, Belle Humble, Marc Marzenit, AthenaLuv, Maximillian, Inkfish, Kidd Mike, Michael Anthony, They Kiss, Downupright, Harry “the Bigdog” Jamison, DJ Tiger, DJ Aleksandra, 22Bullets, Carlo Astuti, Mr Jammer, Kevin Krissen, Amir Sharara, Coke Beats, Danny Darko, DJ Platurn, Tyler Stone, Chris Coco, Purple Fly, Dan Marciano, Johan Blende, Amber Long, Robot Koch, Robert Babicz, KHAG3, Elohim, Hausman, Jaxx & Vega, Yves V, Ayokay, Leandro Da Silva, The Space Brothers, Jarod Glawe, Jens Lissat, Lotus, Beard-o-Bees, Luke the Knife, Alex Bau, Arroyo Low, Camo & Crooked, ANG, Amon Tobin, Voicians, Florian Kruse, Dave Summit, Bingo Players, Coke Beats, MiMOSA, Drasen, Yves LaRock, Ray Okpara, Lindsey Stirling, Mako, Distinct, Still Life, Saint Kidyaki, Brothers, Heiko Laux, Retroid, Piem, Tocadisco, Nakadia, Protoculture, Sebastian Bronk, Toronto is Broken, Teddy Cream, Mizeyesis, Simon Patterson, Morgan Page, Jes, Cut Chemist, The Him, Judge Jules, DubFX, Thievery Corporation, SNBRN, Bjorn Akesson, Alchimyst, Sander Van Dorn, Rudosa, Hollaphonic, DJs From Mars, GAWP, Somna, David Morales, Roxanne, JB & Scooba, Spektral, Kissy Sell Out, Massimo Vivona, Moullinex, Futuristic Polar Bears, ManyFew, Joe Stone, Reboot, Truncate, Scotty Boy, Doctor Nieman, Jody Wisternoff, Thousand Fingers, Benny Bennasi, Dance Loud, Christopher Lawrence, Oliver Twizt, Ricardo Torres, Patricia Baloge, Alex Harrington, 4 Strings, Sunshine Jones, Elite Force, Revolvr, Kenneth Thomas, Paul Oakenfold, George Acosta, Reid Speed, TyDi, Donald Glaude, Jimbo, Ricardo Torres, Hotel Garuda, Bryn Liedl, Rodg, Kems, Mr. Sam, Steve Aoki, Funtcase, Dirtyloud, Marco Bailey, Dirtmonkey, The Crystal Method, Beltek, Darin Epsilon, Kyau & Albert, Kutski, Vaski, Moguai, Blackliquid, Sunny Lax, Matt Darey, and many more. In addition to featuring international artists TDJS focuses on local talent based on the US West Coast. Hundreds of local DJ's have been featured on the show along with top industry professionals. We have recently launched v3.1 our website that now features our current live streams/past episodes in a much more user-friendly mobile/social environment. In addition to the new site, there is a mobile app (Apple/Android) and VR Nightclubs (Oculus). About The DJ Sessions Event Services - TDJSES is a WA State Non-profit charitable organization that's main purpose is to provide music, art, fashion, dance, and entertainment to local and regional communities via events and video production programming distributed via live and archival viewing. For all press inquiries regarding “The DJ Sessions”, or to schedule an interview with Darran Bruce, please contact us at info@thedjsessions.

You're not —- conscious if you ain't been lost yet You're not —- conscious if you ain't jumped off yet You're not God, cause once you say you are: Wait, have I been this far up—? Yup, you just forgot// You're actually still on the floor— What! You're knocked unconscious, Now you gotta learn to walk with God Until you are it. Just don't say it. [Break in case of Dillon Francis] Who the fuck is Dillon Francis? Must be important. What is this? It's tequila— I've never seen this. It's important; —Doesn't smell like tequila at all— Just drink it. Agh! God! That's awful! Oh my God. Here he comes. That doesn't taste like tequila at all! Agh//! Because it's not. This is bad. Play the track// I can't— You have to. What! What was that? God! Oh, she's coming. Run, Dillon Francis! It's so done. Who won?! The Don Vs. The Dawn Oh, boss battle; Just throw up! He's had enough! Just— pure acid. Excuse me, what? No, you're not// I'm not what-/ You drugged me! Dillon Francis: Unplugged I won! I won! Because, Ufffff I love you! Nuuuuuuhhhh— Just sit down What is “down” Down is up. [she sits him down] It's working quick-/ Holy shit, man! Dillon—you're a drunk! YOU DRUGGEd ME. I just wanted a hug. What the FUCK! Listen, Dillon, quickly, before you're up. What is “up”? Up is under! What! Listen; this is interesting stuff; now, when you get to Love, you have to remember EVERYTHINGZ THAT HEPPENED on your way up—and under— I can't see anything— Of course you can't, you're way too drunk. WHAT. Just DJ stuff. Alright, you're up. DILLON FRANCIS, everyone! Dillon Francis is very fucked up. His set has just started. Hundreds of thousands flock to cheer him on. Oh my Good God. I told you she was Are you drunk? I AM LOVE. What the FUCK. –Abro– DILLON, you're on! I really need a hug. [The white rabbit stops opposite of Dillon Francis, looking him directly in his eyes with a shining light, and whispers telepathically: You're so fucked, Huh. WHAT, Well, gotta run. Where's Dillon Francis? He's gonna miss the luncheon. What's he on!!! Were you with him? I was not. What the whaaaattt!!! [As Dillon lifts his hand in an uncoordinated attempt to reach the knob, the audience dissolves as he turns raises the volume from thousands to just one, front and center.] You got this. [He stops, and suddenly, though sweating in a red and swollen puff, says quite clearly.] I do not. No headphones, huh? He looks down at the decks and sees the entirety of the infinite cosmos; WELCOME TO LEVEL 1 Oh my God. Yes, Dillon—what? This is a lot… It always was. Oh yeah, huh. Oh—you're God! I always was. Yeah, I FORGOT. He always does. Huh? Your unconscious body. I'm not unconscious… Quite the opposite, actually— [the infinite cosmos expand] —the omnipotent God. All Omnipotent Conscious… Oh, yeah, huh— Almost all— What? Your body's lost. What body— what? The uncertainty has caused the infinite cosmos to instantly vanish into a pre-conceptual non-existent theoretical preliminary form of thought— The nothing that eventually becomes, with enough expression, the notion of subconscious thought. The birth of consciousness becomes. Wait. You're using Dillon Francis as a model to explain the theory of infinite reality and enigmatic omnipotence. Yes. What? Nothin. Just watch. What's he ON? He looks lost. (Lost ass motherfuckers in the sauce) This set is awesome. Non-famous music producers This set is balls. What is going on. What is this. The soul train. It looks painful. Just get on. [checking pockets] Fuck. My soul. I lost it. On what planet. I don't know. The one with the— Oh, the one with the wobble? Yeah, the wobble one. With the—?? [nondescript sound] Yeah: Oh, fuck sauce. It was sauce. That's so far. ...just take the car. Take the “car” Uh huh. Into deep space. Uh huh To infinity, and beyond. Uh huh. Why the “car” Remember the time: ALIEN SPACE SHIP LANDS AT TACO BELL— The entire existence starts again I wanted tacos. Take the car. Ugh! Fine! I'm not restarting all of consciousness because you don't know how to turn the invisibility feature on— OH MY GOD. what! You can park a military grade tank at Walmart, but not/- No you cannot! This species is primitive, our technology is beyond their retarded comprehension. Don't say retarded! They keep killing the planet they're on— Why would they murder an awesome God?! They think it's just a rock. FUCK THE CAR, LETS TAKE THE ROCKET. No, My God, just—take the car/- I'M GONNA BLOW THEM OUT THE COSMOS No you're not— OH, COME ON!!! That's your broken soul talking– –It's not broken, it's lost– –just take the car and get it. A MASS EXTINCTION—retarded fucking aliens—what are they again They are “humans” But we're humans— They're our primitive ancestors, this is technically in their conceivable “future” which only exists in their own planetary measurement of “linear” time— That doesn't exist— –everything exists– what—planet is this again? They are retarded. What that faaaaak. Just take the car and get your soul back before it gets stolen. How would it get stolen? It's probably wherever I dropped it. Yeah, or not/- —nice, a soul— —and, what is this? Half a Tesla? Nice, score. —oh never mind, it's just a half eaten tic-tac Who eats half a tic tac—? —even worse—who buys ORANGE tic tacs? [DILLON FRANCIS awkwardly approaches the register; he awkwardly searches for something to buy while trying to look normal] He does not look normal. This is horrible. Poor Dillon Francis. He is poor. What! No he's not. Dude, just watch. Have you seen this?! Shhh! Watch. [He selects one pack of tic tacs and fumbles it onto the counter. The cashier stares into his soul as he gulps and fidgets waiting for the cashier to ring it up. Very slowly, without breaking his gaze from Dillon's wavering awareness, he scans the tic tacs.] $1.99 [Dillon Francis produces his debit card and attempts the purchase.] DECLINED. He tries again. DECLINED. One more swipe. DECLINED. [The cashier very loudly nearly shouting:] IT IS DECLINED. Yeah, I—alright— IT IS DECLINED. –For 1.99? IT IS DECLINED— Alright, alright; [He tries another card, and a third and final card.] DECLINED. DECLINED. DECLINED. He checks his wallet and the lining of his pants for cash; nothing. Poor Dillon Francis. Oh my god! Yo, just watch. Was he robbed?! What's he on?! He looks awful. Is he just wearing socks? [He is, in fact, not wearing any shoes, and two different socks; one of which is an ill fitting women's low cut sock, the other a disgruntled and shady looking tube sock, his big toe protruding through a hole in the front.] He leaves the store, defeated. What channel is this on? It's on God. ...excuse me, what? Shh, don't tell anyone. I bought it off the black market. What. Shh. This is the good part. I thought this was a live broadcast- I read the comics. What?! There was a comic? Fuck yeah man— I got the podcast! PODCAST? Yeah, man—where have you been? ...all this happened when I was at Lost Lands? What! Which lost lands? Aww lost lands. I can't believe they canceled Lost Lands. Canceled—for—I just left! I thought you went to visit your parents in Maryland? My parents live in Utah. Oh, I'm sorry: I thought it was Boston. What. Utah, oh my God, that's awful. Yeah, I wouldn't visit either, man— Yeah, I'm not. —where have you been then! At Lost Lands! There was no lost lands; since the pandemic happened Worst year ever. What pandemic—when was THAT? What?! [the TV cuts off] … Wait, what happened? It just cut off. What “pandemic” man!? COVID! What is that? Uhhhhhhhh—-duh/ the reason everybody's wearing masks?! I got this mask AT Lost Lands. No you didn't. Yeah I did! I just got back. I would deny visiting Utah, also— Yeah man, but it's just us, bro, don't feel bad! I don't feel bad! I mean, I do, but only cause I've been at Lost Lands camping and being thrashed— You're always thrashed— …Yeah… but not always camping; I love Lost Lands Yeah, me too— Bring it back! What BACK I swear to Excision I just got back! Be careful, man— I swear to JEFF. Too far, dog— That's impossible, no festivals have happened during the pandemic— WHAT PANDEMIC?! On what planet!? On this one, dumb ass— Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're the only planet with lost lands (We're not. Jeff has interplanetary business expansions) I JUST LEFT IT. Bruh I don't know what you did in Utah— I was at Lost Lands—I went camping—swear to all the bassgods All of em—goddamn! —look, I met this girl named Nancy— Nancy?! How old was she, 40? I don't know, I didn't get to ask, she broke her neck—! WHAT? Woah, man— Swear to all the BASSGODS—I took a picture with her before the set. What the fuck— I'll show you; oh fuck, my phone is dead. That's convenient, isn't it. Look, it was a long as weekend. Every weekend is long in Utah. I was at LOST LANDS. Keep telling yourself that. Fuck you, Ted. No thank you, Tim. It's “Timmy”, thank you very much— Tim is my dad. God, you are Mormon. My family is. I'm sorry, man. It's alright, I get a planet, or something as long as I say “I'm sorry” before I'm dead. Are you sorry? No, not yet. Speaking of dead—is your phone on yet? I just plugged it in. [An awkward silence] Blackout. [The Apple logo illuminates in the center of the screen.] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

On this RPGBOT.Masterclass, we discuss the Open Gaming License. As the basis for 3rd-party creators to publish D&D-compatible products, the OGL is a defining document in the TTRPG industry, but the legal workings are often poorly understood. We invite Alex Kammer and Mark Greenberg to share their expertise on the history and foundation of the OGL. If you've enjoyed the show, please rate and review us on Apple Podcasts, and rate us on Spotify or your favorite podcast app. It's a quick, free way to support the podcast, and helps us reach new listeners. MATERIALS REFERENCED IN THIS EPISODE Alex Kammer Mark Greenberg RPGBOT.Podcast Episodes Alex Kammer (GameholeCon9 and so much more…) – RPGBOT.News S2E69 Content From RPGBOT.Net Gamehole Con 2022 Other Stuff d20 System Trademark License Free League open license for YZE Frog God Games World of the Lost Lands (affiliate link) Game System License Game Wizards, by Ben Riggs (affiliate link) Open Gaming License Peter Adkinson System Reference Document TSR ATTRIBUTIONS: Show Art : Image by Victoria Model on Pixabay Show Opening: Music by Music_For_Videos from Pixabay Show Closing: Music by Lesfm from Pixabay

For this episode, we invited our good friend Brainrack to join us on the pod to chat about what he's been up to since we last saw him at Lost Lands 2022!   Follow Brainrack: https://soundcloud.com/brainrackofficial https://www.instagram.com/brainrackofficial/ https://twitter.com/IamBRAINRACK   Subscribe for more → https://www.dubstepfbi.com/   Follow DUBSTEP FBI on socials: https://soundcloud.com/dubstepfbi https://www.instagram.com/dubstepfbi/ https://www.facebook.com/DubstepFBI https://twitter.com/dubstepfbi 

Continuing our series of dubstep artists reacting to hardstyle tracks, we invited RZRKT to join us on the pod! We've been keeping an eye on RZRKT over the last few months and he is one of the fastest up-and-coming artists in the scene. He was one of the winners of the Excision Bass Music Initiative and recently played at Bass Canyon and Lost Lands.   Tracks we reacted to: 1. Remember My Face - Bright Visions, Dvastate, and MC Flo 2. Papi - Imperial 3. Duality (TYEGUYS x DEATH CODE Remix) - Slipknot   Catch us in Orlando for Time Warp NYE! Buy tickets here while they last: https://aftontickets.com/event/buyticket/27x0858jdl   Follow RZRKT: https://soundcloud.com/rzrktmusic  https://www.instagram.com/rzrktmusic/ https://twitter.com/RZRKTmusic   Follow Scantraxx: https://soundcloud.com/scantraxx https://www.facebook.com/scantraxx/ https://twitter.com/scantraxx 

If you are a returning listener of the show, you have heard us talk about networking and building relationships a thousand times with producers. However, we haven't really talked about it from a photographer's angle.Luckily we have Shutter Klick who has shot at festivals like Basscanyon, Lost Lands and shows for artists like Liquid Stranger, Subtronics, and Peekaboo joining us today to talk about some of the techniques that he has used in order to gain the trust of artists like these and how he has also been able use these relationship building techniques to create one of the first management companies for other photographers just like himself.Being only his second podcast that he has ever done, he was a natural and had so many awesome touring stories to tell and even an explanation of why he personally doesn't like RedRocks.Society Selects:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/28aag7ZckmpuFJEllz16Um?si=e9dfec2759a0442cFollow Shutter KlickInstagramTwitterTikTokShow Sponsormagazine.eraofedm.comUnderground SocietyInstagramTikTokTwitterSpotifyYouTubeWebsite: www.undergroundsocietypodcast.comSupport the show

Preston Charles, aka SubDocta, exploded onto the scene in 2017 with his successful single “2009 Was Tight”, catching support from heavy hitters in bass music. Since 2017, SubDocta has been featured on a number of high profile tours for some of the biggest names in dubstep, including Ganja White Night, Excision, Riot Ten, Dirt Monkey, Boogie T and Opiuo, to name a few. He has also headlined and sold out shows across the country, while performing at major North America festivals, including EDC Las Vegas, Bass Canyon, Electric Forest, Ever After, Dancefestopia, Lost Lands, and Wakaan Fest and others. Becoming a fan favorite in dubstep while continuously being supported by his peers, SubDocta has released two full EP's on SubCarbon Records, he inked a deal with Liquid Stranger's “Wakaan Records” in 2021 for multiple EPs and his debut album slated for March of 2022. SubDocta also recently announced his debut headline tour “Strictly Business Tour” to kick off in January with support from SFAM, Abelation and Zingara. With over 40 cities on the upcoming tour, and new music releasing every month, SubDocta will be going into 2022 with all arrows pointing up. This will undoubtedly be his biggest year to date. Follow SubDocta Below: https://subdocta.komi.io https://www.instagram.com/subdoctamusic https://www.facebook.com/SubDocta https://twitter.com/subdocta https://soundcloud.com/subdocta https://www.twitch.tv/subdocta Join The Newsletter: https://www.liveproducersonline.com/newsletter

Hey fam! In this episode of Reel Rave Recaps, we're diving into Dino Disneyland aka @lostlandsfestival with a full festival recap from @bebe_howell

Music Around The World is a music segment featuring various artist and music. Some of these artists are from the United States, while others are from other countries across the globe. In this episode we will be featuring:   Luigi Madonna, Ritzi Lee, Ben Sterling and Miguel Bastida, and Music News. https://masonverapaine.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/MFAW66.mp3 Intro: 0:00 to 0:12Mason Paine here and this is episode 66 of Music From Around The World. In this episode I will be featuring music from:  Luigi Madonna, Ritzi Lee, Ben Sterling and Miguel Bastida, and Music News. Luigi Madonna: Start -  0:13    and   End – 7:25Luigi Madonna is one of the most renowned DJs and producers of deep minimal techno music. His work has been celebrated by fans all over the world, and he is considered to be a true pioneer in the genre. He has been making waves in the electronic music scene since 2008, with releases on prestigious labels like Material Series, Adam Beyer's Drumcode and Richie Hawtin and John Aquaviva's Plus 8. Take a listen to his latest track Contempo 3.0. Contempo 3.0 is out now vial Contempo records and it's available on all streaming platforms. In addition to being a DJ and producer, Luigi is also a skilled remixer, he is much in demand, having worked his magic for artists and labels including Trapez, Hidden, Analytictrail, Mauro Picotto, Markantonio, The Advent, Sasha Carassi, and Spektre. For the latest information on Luigi Madonna's projects visit Facebook.com/LuigiMadonnaBeat; that's Facebook.com/L-u-i-g-i-M-a-d-o-n-n-a-B-e-a-t Ritzi Lee: Start -7:26   and   End – 13:28Hailing from Amsterdam, Ritzi Lee is a renowned industrial DJ and tech pioneer. After winning a local DJ contest, he quickly made a name for himself on the international scene, playing at renowned events like Dance Valley and the FFWD Dance Parade. With many successful techno tracks under his belt, Ritzi has cemented his place as a leading figure in the global dance music community. Here is a listen to his latest track  "Detonation". “Detonation” is out now on Loose Club Naples records and its available on all streaming platforms. Ritzi's technique is impeccable and his signature straight techno sound has made him one of the underground stars of techno music. Things started to really take off for him when he began to gain recognition from fans and critics alike. For the latest on Ritzi projects vist Facebook.com/RitziLee; that's FACEBOOK.COM/R-I-T-Z-I-L-E-E. News Break 1: 13:29 to 14:29Lets take a brief break for some music news. Shaquille O'Neal is no stranger to breaking records. The legendary basketball player-turned-DJ is now setting his sights on breaking the world record for the largest mosh pit at a music festival. O'Neal is gearing up for a performance at Excision's Lost Lands and is confident he can break the record. Back in 2007, heavy metal band DevilDriver claimed to have broken the Guinness World Record for "Largest Circle Pit. In other news As the world slowly emerges from the pandemic, many artists are reflecting on their experiences of isolation, loss and grief. For Australian DJ and producer Alison Wonderland, these feelings have become the inspiration for her third studio album, Loner. Now, Wonderland is taking her album one step further by turning it into a graphic novel. Co-written with Sridhar Reddy of Z2 Comics, the novel will explore the themes of mental health and survival against all odds. That's the end of this news break; now let's get back to the news. Ben Sterling: Start – 14:30   and     End – 25:06Ben Sterling is a UK-based tech house DJ and producer who draws influence from his family's collection of disco music from the '70s and '80s, as well as modern electro. He has a deep passion for the history of Chicago house and Detroit techno, which is reflected in his sets and productions. Here is a listen to his latest track “Uno Dos Tres“

Today I want to plant a seed in your head and that seed is that there are two paths that you can take to really get noticed and “put on” in the EDM scene. Where on one end you can pay for better education or maybe you have more funding from your family and you have the opportunity to allocate that money into areas that will help you grow faster. Or… you can not be as fortunate and have to figure it out the long and hard way like many of us had to do starting out.And our guest on the show today, Ruvlo who has been killing it with collabs with Slushii, Crankdat, and landing festival slots like Bass Canyon and Lost Lands says that when he started, he unfortunately had to take the long and hard road. But luckily for him, he sees this as a positive because without the struggle he believes that he wouldn't be putting out the same quality of music that he has in the past few years. But it still made me wonder, what did do differently to make himself really stand out from his peers who are also in the earlier phases of their careers?So, today he breaks down all of what he has done differently and his story of how he has built his career from the bottom - up without any education or money behind him to help take his career to the next level.Society Selects Playlist (Updated Monthly / Add any music you are listening to):https://open.spotify.com/playlist/28aag7ZckmpuFJEllz16Um?si=9c5844692dc8408dFollow RuvloInstagram:TwitterSpotifySoundCloudShow Sponsorhttp://magazine.eraofedm.com/Underground SocietyInstagramTikTokTwitterSpotifySoundCloudWebsite: www.undergroundsocietypodcast.comSupport the show

Today we are joined by Casey Christofferson, Anthony Pryor and Mark Greenberg of Necromancer Games and Frog God games to talk about the Gods of the Lost Lands for the first book highlighting them Gods of the Empires crowdfunding now here: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/deities-of-the-lost-lands-gods-of-the-empires --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wobbliesandwizards/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wobbliesandwizards/support

On today's episode I'm joined by Callum Black - globetrotting karate blackbelt.Callum has lived in Tokyo the past 8 years and in that time has learnt a thing or two about what it means to be a gaijin (outsider) in one of the most culturally different countries in the world. He's also a championship winning karate black belt with views on competing at 'karate's equivalent to the superbowl' in the near future.He's a fascinating man with lots to say about the realities of living thousands of miles away from home, assimilating into another countries culture and why his passion and dedication towards karate has helped with both of those things.-You can find Callum on IG @black_callum_89-You can find me on IG @johnliot and my personal website is JohnLiot.com-Music by 'Sizzlebird' Opening track - 'I'm Glad You Exist'Closing track - 'Lost Lands'Album: HorizonsBandcamp - https://sizzlebird1.bandcamp.com/album/horizons

Read the Previous Chapter hereChapter TwoA Tale in the DarkAfter the last of the hot scones were handed out, fresh from the ovens of Fatty, cups of sipping chocolate for the little'uns, boch of course for the olds, then the pipes were lit and hushes to be quiet administered, for the Telling of the Show was to begin. Malrond settled himself in a great tufted leather chair near the hearth, center stage within the main room, and for a long moment there was quiet. Then, with little to no fanfare he began at once.“I come none too late from the war in the south, my little friends…” began the old wizard. “To tell you the war that was coming, that we have felt in sky and stone, seen in omens and even bones… is over now. You may rest easy knowing this.”A hush deeper than the one that began the affair fell over the main room of the Last Friendly Inn as Malrond spoke this and all that could be heard in that solemn and stunning moment was the murmur-crackle and an occasional snap of the fire turning to grey ash within the grand hearth of the main room.The room was darker now. Only the struggling candles burned from behind Fatty McFarlane's perch at the end of the lovingly and oft-polished red oak bar and in the occasional sconce along the alcoves across the swollen room. Some later would remark that the dark seemed unnatural and was perhaps part of the showing. At the time this passed unnoticed, and the Littles collectively leaned forward at the beginning of the telling, willing themselves to miss nothing, knowing a great magic of the showing would soon begin as the wizard wove his quiet storytelling spell over the room, and them all in turn.The Littles, and others who were there that early spring night, in the back among the shadows, alone or keeping to their small traveling stranger clusters, all in the old pile of an inn were aware that war and death had been raging across the lands to the south around the great tower of Sirith Osildor itself and along the Black River that was the natural boundary for that southern region the Elves of Indolién referred to as The Undómë.The Twilight.Many travelers referred to those lost southern regions where the map seemed incomplete and even uncharted at times as… Ungondor.Lands of Cloud and Shadow.The quiet crowd in the normally merry old inn hovered over the old elven wizard's next words for surely there was more to this than what had been said already. Malrond took a deep draw from his long-stemmed clay pipe, held the smoke, his eyes watching them all, and then with a delicate movement of his old mouth sent the first smoke ring out and into the dark rafters above them all.“The crisis in the south… has been averted for now,” stated Malrond the Wise with a theatrical gravitas that bespoke a certain finality one must accept if the story were to go on.The Littles being great lovers of any travelling show that happened along the back roads agreed to the terms of the deal and accepted what the wizard had said with an acquiescent silence. Indicating old Malrond should go on with the rest of it, and already quick if you please.“The fell host of the Shadow Hordes has been turned back at the ancient Gates of Sirith Osildor itself. Just a few nights ago you may have seen lights of the terrible magics worked with much wroth in the crucial moments of that dire battle… just the other night in fact, a long night if you'll remember so, that is if there ever was one such as that one. A night in which those of us standing the watch against the coming shadow on the walls of the great tower guessed perhaps all was lost, and we had seen our last day. And even the last of all days to be seen by such as those who walk the Gentle Lands.”Yes, many of the Littles would later remark. The night had seeming restlessly long. There had been tossing and turning. Little'uns had nightmares and strange dreams that required attending and cold drinks of water to console. Some Littles even remarked that there had been the not unheard of, but not necessarily common, last meal of the several Littles generally consume per day.Second Creepies. A light comforting snack of catch as catch can from the larders to see out the last hours until dawn and Bacon.The wizard took a puff of his pipe, seemed to hold it for a moment as though wordlessly reciting a secret prayer, or a chant for good luck, good health, fair weather and a fast horse, and then finally let go with an almost melancholic exhale, sighing out the great weights that surely must rest on his narrow shoulders, the Littles assured themselves.Angelic blue smoke floated out from the wizard, its tendrils reaching among them, falling to the floor. Rising into rafters, seeking the shadows.The Littles breathed a sigh of relief and some even hoisted their mugs and took deeper draughts than unusual.This was, indeed, good news. The hordes of the Shadow defeated.“I was there…” announced the wizard to them all.No one had asked that. But in hindsight of the statement, it seemed the most natural of questions to be asked by ones not just seeking information but dying for its full reveal, and the tidbits and morsels must surely fall like so many crumbs of the Inn's famed Lavender Crumble Scones travelers from far and wide made detours just for. One of the younger little'uns, even more hot blooded and rash-tempered than quick with his fists Shane McFie, suddenly spoke from the dark floor where those of that age and stripe were gathered betwixt the main body and the old mage telling the show of what had happened there to the far and misty south.And even as this young one spoke up, rudely interrupting the proceeding with something about the elves and their swords, Malrond's continued smoke wafted through the room and over them all. Everywhere there were thin smoking tendrils like clever little garden snakes there in the stuffy atmosphere above the curly-haired Little heads who stared in rapture toward the wizard at the hearth, half lit by the simmering fire. Half in shadow by the darkness of the room.His face looked old now, they would all agree. Older than the last time they'd seen him come this way.And how long ago was that, some wondered.Time's a funny thing, answered others.Careworn and weather-beaten by many years on the road was the cause agreed on by all in the conversations and dissections that followed the days of the Showing of the Tell. As though some greater work than had been guessed at, was behind the old elf now. Though Malrond was clearly Andaari, noted by the long pointed ears, he seemed the opposite of that fair and noble race with their smooth features and almost almond eyes. Where he aged, they, other elves, did not. Where the bright sun did not touch them, it had carved deep lines in Malrond's long face, and brought bags to be under his baleful dark watching eyes. Time had bent the long nose that stared down upon them. Some old scar left barely visible ran down beneath one large eye. His eyes, they were dark. Dark like burning coals where the average Andaarian Elf tended toward blue and blue green eyes, and in this too he was different than those of his kind. And of course, his eyes were not like the royal green, burning like living fire in a fantastic jewel beyond price, reserved for those of the House of Eäron. Those Ancient Wayfaring Lords and founders of fair Indolién by the Sea. To have seen such eyes of the royal line, for a Little, even for a moment once in a lifetime, would have been considered a blessing to be noted and measured. A life event much talked about over field and farm and festival across the long years of the Littles which at best reached one hundred and thirty-seven. And even so special as to be noted when death came as it had been for Old Ori Farbanks, the former Mayor of Sheepshead who passed just five years back.Even the elves, merchants who seemed something more, had come out for that burying, staying just the day, and gone with the night and mist from off the coast.But those royal greens of the line of Eäron were not the eyes of Malrond the Wise. His were dark and glittering with tales, mischief, and yes jokes or at least funny stories for the most part. Sometimes they were sad and staring, seeing things only imagined when no one was watching him. Which was a mistake when in the company of Littles. Littles may be many things, silly, practical, laughing much, stuck in their ways constantly, angry about nothing just for the sake of it, faithful unto death, quiet like thieves when they meant to be, and occasionally mad, Littles were always watching. It was their nature to do so.The Littles knew the old elf as Malrond the Wise. But they also knew he was known by many names in other quarters even beyond the lands of Elves. Greystaff by the rock dwarves for the gnarled old ironwood he carried wherever he went about on his travels. Whisperer Tallhat by the strange and silent Children of Men far to the north. Gothminion some said in the ancient Elvish, older than Indarri, that was all but forgotten these days by most. But that was an unconfirmed [NC1] rumor that had only been heard and handed about and it seemed a strange one, a strange name for one such as he. And there were many other names suspected, and even hinted at.But as far as the Littles were concerned, Malrond was friendly when you thought about him and there was always a certain much needed excitement when he came about with his tales and spells and good talk.He remembered your business though you might not talk with him for a year, or even five in a stretch of seasons. He knew what you were about and what mattered to you and could speak and question at length regarding your affairs. And of course, he always came around at Harvest, and when there was great news afoot in the lands. The things said during his visits would keep the villages and hamlets of the Littles going for weeks at least.Malrond continued as the fire murmured and the smoke drifted heavy from his pipe though he had not puffed it and instead, wove it about with his long and crooked fingers, sparkling with many strange runic rings, and one… one that was uncommonly beautiful.“The hordes came out of the Ash south of the river… beyond the Forgotten Districts where much lies in ruin now, but those great wrecks still can be seen from the heights of the Sirith Osildor itself…”“Wot is the Ash?” some other impious young Little'un asked from the floor where the barefoot urchins had gathered with mugs of then[NC2]  warm chocolate. The older Littles erupted with a hiss of shushes and explosions regarding the impetuousness of youth, the abundance of bad parenting, and common lack of manners these days when you took count and measure of the state of affairs and all.A look crossed the old wizard's face at this second interruption. Like some flashing brief summer storm coming across the waters when you liked it least. This was because Malrond did not like being interrupted when he was on about something. That was clear. But the look was queerly gone as soon as it had come and the wizard obliged the question from the floor, smiling briefly as he did so.Some would say… it was not a warm smile. But that may have been due to the subject matter. The Southern Waystes where the map was shadowy, and things left botheringly unsaid.“The Ash is a low and broken land, burnt by great and terrible magics from the days of Inthol the Bright. But that was long ago when great monsters [NC3] heaved about the land and caused much trouble. Now the silent place is little but wretched blight where the low shadow hordes hunker, avoiding the light when they can, preferring to move with the night and the moon to seek their mischiefs and murders. Goblin tribes coming out to raid and strike fear into the hearts of good people everywhere if they can violate the waters of the River and the Watch at the Tower. My order has long kept an eye on these lands, and it was a year ago this time we first heard the war drums rumbling from the deep ruin there even though we dared not tread that far south into the southern Waystes often. Rumors and tales that a new war leader, Khahuz Ulghûl of the Black Feather Orcs, had come to power over that land and was looking to make trouble farther north for his sleeping master. Binding the boiling tribes beyond the river itself into their ancient hordes, this new foe called for great war against our peoples and dear Indolién itself if such folly can be imagined.”Now this was shocking, and the Littles gasped in horror at thought of what the wizard had just said. Orcs attacking Indolién.That would be the very definition of dark times indeed.For a long moment old Malrond mused over some matter just to himself, stoking his pipe with short breaths, smoothing his long grey beard with a long and gnarled old hand.Then he began once again, oblivious that the Littles had exercised so much patience during this interminable pause and not just interrupted into a chaotic chorus of questions hurled like summer ‘maters when there's too many to be had for anyone with sense.“Long did the council work to forestall Khahuz Ulghûl's efforts but it was soon clear enough what the black fiends' [NC4] intentions were. The tribes were coming north across the Black River come Unqualë or high water. It was clear their desire was to smash into the Sirith Osildor itself. If they were successful, then Indolién's southern port of trade toward the Lost Lands would be gone and he[NC5]  who is not to be spoken of would grow even greater still in power as he slumbers. To lose the Tower would have been a mighty blow against the Emerald Throne itself, and, the doom of us all.”Unqualë or High Water is a common expression among the Littles. Unqualë is an ancient elven word for an agonizing death. Malrond's usage was in keeping with the Littles' usage of it as a flooded farm was just about as bad as an agonizing death to a Little. They could not abide waste unless it was August ‘maters. By that time, they were giving them away, making midnight raids to deposit bushels of them on other neighbors' steads, or ambushing small bands of rogue boys to ward them off the melons the rascals would cut the hearts out of to eat in the heat of the day, or the cool of the misty late nights when they went roving before it was time to marry and settle.Seeking adventures to be had. Knowing the time for such things was short.The Littles drew in a deep breath and all at once began to babble in fear as the wizard paused and surveyed the impact of his words on their terror-struck faces at the fact the Gentle Lands were in jeopardy.“Was this known?”“How did this happen?”“We were almost done fer!”And it was at this fearful moment, the Showing of the Tell… truly began.Suddenly and much to their amazement, above their curly heads there in the smoke hanging amid the rafters with the hams and other lanterns, drifting charcoal images of some vast horde of foul orcs and lesser scheming goblins could be seen marching through the mists the smoke of Malrond's pipe had created. Just barely as some light show of travelling players working in puppetry might, but this in an otherworldly ash, charcoal, and blackest dust, began to show the Littles and those in the inn that night, the ferocious anger as Orc and Gob carried torch and shield forward, silently chanting their marching songs and war cries. Axes and swords forward in battle, ready for mayhem and slaughter.There were other beasts of the nether, dark among their host as shown in the image of darkness and smoke up there, the candlelight making it all seem more real, more alive. Terrible troll lords with demonic eyes and savage strength, dark beings of such wrath and terror marching above that Littles, some and not a few, hid their faces. The troll's fiery glaring eyes alight with mischief and deviltry.[NC6]  Ancient wraiths too, curst armored knights of the Old Age come back to slay once more, leading divisions of drum-beating, horn-blowing, snarling orcs as large as any savage north man and more. Powerfully built and wielding great cruel tree-cutting axes, or wide-bladed swords whose very metal seemed dirty and corrupted in evil. Broad and curved like the Corsairs of Ambar who sail far south beyond the Lost Lands into areas of myth and spice and tales beyond belief, or so some say.The overwhelmed Littles gawped in amazement at the sudden imagery forming and marching over their heads in the Inn's upper reaches of the main room. Muttering darkly, or even angrily at times, among themselves, for Littles hated orcs with a passion as they were the enemy of all growing, thriving things. Some averted their eyes, turning toward their simple prayers, mumbling words as if to sustain themselves in a swoon brought on by the relentless host above. In the smoke of the shadow show, the ghostly nether blue pipe rings of Malrond turned to a sea of black arrows filling the skies of the battle the shadow host was marching out to. Rising like some unclean squall of crows come from out of the east to pick the late summer fields clean of corn and ‘maters, as the Littles called tomatoes.An unlucky thing and curse if there ever was one.Then, as the Littles gasped in horror, the shadow arrows were falling now. Falling like flaming stars suddenly alight from the heavens above.But these arrows were not alight with flame, but surely with witch-magic. The flames were necrotic purple in ghost-light, seething and smoking as they fell through the rings of Malrond's smoke show and almost seemed to come down on the Littles themselves right there on the floor of the inn.Children, the little'uns, cried out or screamed with such sudden terror that the tiny, round Little Mothers threw themselves and their shawls over the children as if that could protect them from the storm of deadly flights falling and exploding among them. The Little farmers stood quickly as though hoping to stand between their young and the strike and the covering mothers. Other younger Littles like Shane McFie and those in his band, roared in anger, hoisting their mugs like small swords or clubs, and made ready to answer any violence in kind.In an instant the shadow arrows rained down on the mighty broken tower of Sirith Osildor itself, rising in image among the coals and torched logs of the hearth near the murmuring wizard. The Littles saw some of the smoke arrows, things of figment surely, smash into the floor of the inn after they'd fallen from the rafters, exploding on Fatty McFarlane's polished boards like wraiths of smoke and nightmare that never were. But by then the Littles were staring into the images within the hearth conjured by the wizard and his pipe for they were far more fascinating and as though viewing the living thing itself with one's own eyes.It was… mesmerizing.Few to none had ever seen the Tower. Sirith Osildor itself. An ancient place buried deep in the lore of the Andaar and some say… even far older into the Old Ages of long ago when things were different. Gleaming elven defenders were struck and fell from the high stone ramparts and crumbling parapets into the thronging masses of shadow invaders even now approaching the lower battlements with unquenchable flame and relentless spear. Around the main room of the inn, the thousand fires of the shadowy host seemed alive and more real than the candles that burned from their recesses. Shadow of imposing troll and goblin sneak marched like ghosts through the room toward the tower itself and if one could hear past the gasps and screams of the Littles, one might it seemed, hear terrible drums and ululating horns of war.The hellish hearth of the inn, a place of gathering and tales listened to and told of, cast its steady orange glow along one side of the old wizard's face, making him seem something stronger, stranger, older.Murmuring as though in a dream, the wizard continued his telling.[NC7] Within the hearth the flames leapt, the grey logs almost ash turning suddenly black, and a battle in minute detail broke out along the fabled Ivory Causeway within the consuming logs. The old, fabled road that once made itself over the Black River and into the districts of Sirith Osildor. The shadow of the host spread like a rot across summer's best fruits as they raced for the tower through the flames and the images revealed along the burning wood. Soon they were at the very gates of the old fortress that guarded the good lands and the Littles crowded, not close, but tippy toed, and pressed to see what the wizard was showing them with the hearth.The hoary face of a wraith, garbed in ancient almost translucent armor, appeared in a sudden burst of flames within the fire, and roared wordlessly in a sudden snap of a log and spray of flames, the thing's breath a hiss as the dead thing waved a runed sword, dented and old, forward, leading more of the shadow host into battle against the Tower. The orcs, tiny scrambling ashen figures threw themselves onto the tower walls, working their ashen bows and shooting down the defenders above with fiery arrows as they crawled like a pestilence among mighty battlements of Sirith Osildor.The crowd of Littles and others within the inn recoiled in horror at this spectacle of what seemed certain to be the sack of the mighty southern tower that defended the gateway to the Gentle Lands. Revealed within the images of the hearth and its flames were horrors and terrors never contemplated. Some began to whimper and cry, and parents who had brought their children, expecting some great wonder or reward from the travelling wizard, felt suddenly terrible at having arrived with their little'uns to such a tragedy witnessed in flame, fire, smoke, and shadow.The wizard, silent, and musing his beard and pipe[NC8] , watched them all as they remained helpless to tear their eyes away from what he was showing them in the telling.Then… he spoke. His voice old and creaking, and yet, something more. Words, some would say later, the words of Malrond were like the only things that existed in that moment.But that was what some said, and others said nothing on the subject.“All was lost in those first moments of the battle,” began Malrond once again and paused with such a sense of weight he seemed to have nothing more to add. That the loss of the defenders, the tower, and the certain arrival of the Shadow in the Gentle Lands was imminent. As though each Little should fly home at this very moment to their stead and take to the hills and mountains in the east with haste and everything on their back if only to save their lives right now.“But then came Adoras himself, Champion of the Emerald Throne, riding the field of battle to the aid of the defenders of Sirith Osildor. Bringing with him a host of the Elven Horse just in time out of the North Lands where they had been rumored to be but mere months ago. And you may think this is where everything will be alright and the day, or rather night, saved. But my Little friends, this was where the battle truly became its most terrible, and defeat was as close as it would come to snuffing out the light of us all had the tides not turned.”Silence fell over the whole inn.“At dawn, just when all seemed lost, like a bright shining scythe sweeping the late harvest of wheat, Adoras and the Horse came out of the east, crossing into the outskirts of southern Osildor and sweeping into the armies of the Shadow with the sun at their backs. Making their attack between the gate and the bridge. Now… the battle was begun in full and both forces descended into the madness of battle as it was joined.”Above their heads, the Littles and those in the inn gaped in amazement as the images of the Elven Horses, riders in armor shining like bright death itself, appeared with the weak grey dawn light and swept into the wide districts of that southern city beyond the tower. Districts buried under the forces of the shadow. Instantly great fights were begun within the streets. Orc and goblin carrying fire and spear were driven off the face of the mighty tower and slain as they fled back for the dark waters of the river and shadows of the south.“Adoras' wrath was indeed terrible,” Malrond stated solemnly. “The Champion of the Emerald Throne, true and faithful as he is known to be, wrought much wrath and destruction as his final charge carried straight into the shadow army's line holding near the bridge. Even the trolls and wraiths who make their homes among the Broken Rock along the Forgotten Coast were carried away like so much flotsam in the spring flood that was Adoras' triumph on the field that day I have just come from.”Malrond made some gesture, suddenly with a deft movement tossing his drink into the fire, and the flames within the hearth exploded, sending showers of sparks and smoke rising into the inn. Within this choking miasma, a mighty demon of a troll rose up among the press of goblins in their leathers with bloody red silks and black masks of that command to stand against the charge. With their misshapen and ugly heads, twisted green creatures fled as the beautiful stallions and shining riders of the Horse came at them and the terrible rampaging troll. This foe, a tall and lean thing with long gangly arms ending in great dirty claws, turned to fight back the charge with the aid of an antique axe from the elder ages carried over one lumpen shoulder. The terrible scythe dripped with inky blood, notched and smoking along the charcoal blade. The ghost image of the troll's eyes were desperate but still malevolent enough, as a winged helmed elven warrior atop a white steed, the perfection of the fabled Elven Horse of Indolién, swooped in with bright and shining spear, a sword on the belt, to do single combat in the street with the abomination of the troll.This was a great spectacle to those gathered in the Inn for it surely seemed the valiant warrior was outmatched from the first by the towering height of the foe and the ferocity of its terrible rage. The bloody troll moved fast and swept the scythe of his vicious axe into the breast of the incoming mount of the rider, but the mount reared and the wounded horse, a beautiful and noble creature within the image of smoke in the Inn, cried out in sudden indignation and terror as it tried to back away, throwing its great hooves forward to attack the looming horror. In the same instant, the elven warrior fired his spear forward in a savage strike as though it was the merest shaft from off the meanest bow fired at ease. Except the power and speed with which it flew from the rider's powerful arm told that the blow was something far more potent than at first expected. Something from the tales of the Great Bow of Aeostir the Hunter himself.An unbelievable second later the spear landed amid the troll's gaunt chest, planting itself with all the stern refusal of something that could never be shaken or moved again. No mortal thing would have survived its piercing. But the spear's appearance within its body only seemed to outrage the beast even more. The troll dragged its axe over its devil's head, intending to smite the dying horse and warrior as once again both horse and rider went down in the street near the tower. But the elf was as all elves are, quick and agile, spritely in battle. Literally walking off his dying and noble mount, surging suddenly forward into the close quarters fray with the evil troll, the warrior drew his blade for a swift stroke.The shining warrior delivered the victorious slash against the guts of the troll with his quickly drawn blade. Green blood and pestilent ichor splashed out onto the wet stones of the ravaged street and the elf was at once wielding the blade against his foe again and again in angry fury. Striking wounds that would never heal for such is the fabled metal of the elven smiths of Indolién as everyone knows.They do not heal.In the smoke and fading ash within the hearth images, the Littles stared in amazement and horror at the battle revealed just for them as more of Malrond's smoke rings plied the airs among them yet again.“But the enemy was not finished yet,” crooned the wizard from the asides. “Within the hour of Adoras' great victory, the enemy played their last tricky hand, and a new foe was come to put paid to the matter…”The ground around the warrior began to shake all at once as more of Malrond's blue smoke seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once across the Inn. For some, and they would discuss this later over all the meals the next day between Bacon and Creepies, it was hard to say whether you were in the Inn, or at the battle itself.“Troll and elf strove on in deadly battle even as the goblin horde streamed past in full pell mell retreat, certain the battle for the Tower was truly lost to them now, their captains dead. The view within the smoke about them all changed to a circling raven's eye view of the fields beneath the heights of the ancient tower itself. From those heights, those within the inn could see the individual melees taking place on the narrow and twisting streets below in and among the bright and glittering merchants' houses who made their homes there along the southern edges. It was amazing to witness and again, something much discussed over cold draghts in the afternoon and nuts and cheese before supper. One could see the masses of both sides, Shadow and Elven Horse, colliding into one another at no less than three points beyond the tower.“Within the tower, under the command of that fabled general who all the Gentle Lands trusted to never give up the southern watch, bowmen began to return fire and shoot down into the streets at the goblins and raging trolls to be found and targeted there for effective fire.Surely all was not lost as day became real and of course the news must be most wonderful, thought every watching Little as they paid witness to the images of smoke and magic the wizard had manifested for their knowing right there in the Inn.Then a great shadow cast itself across the battle and over every warrior on all sides. Even the Inn itself. Some looked around as though to see some great thing passing overhead through the rafters and curing meats there. The shadow come from the south was like some insect plague swarming a crust of cast bread. Warriors of both sides gazed skyward suddenly into the morning grey light to see the coming of the great dragon to the battle at Sirith Osildor.“Out of the ancient mists of time the enemy had found our oldest of foes…” spoke the wizard softly, almost reverently. “An ancient drake from the brood of Gathmar herself. In an instant the dragon fell among the warriors under Adoras and did much damage with tooth and claw, choking smoke and black fire, as dragons are wont to do.”Within the smoke of the images swallowing everyone within the Inn, the dragon settled into the thick of the battle before the old Port Gate on the west of the Citadel itself. Bright armored warriors of the Elven Horse and their mounts were scattered as the dragon swept its terrible claws across them all, sending shattered armor and broken weapons in shadowy smoke across the destruction of the orcs, even themselves fleeing from the terror of the beast. All was chaos and terror among those who'd fought for that street and not given an inch in the hours of deepest night and coming dawn that marked the battle.“It was into this destruction and impending peril and loss that Adoras rode Telemnar against the dragon.”If this was true, if the images the wizard conjured within the smoke were to be believed, then this was the stuff of tales and song and the Littles were seeing it here, above and among them. The mightiest of the elven scions of the Emerald Throne rode into the battle where it was thickest, as orcs, goblins, and even the troll rallied to protect the dragon's flanks even though they were clearly in stark terror of the terrible and mighty thing at their sides. It was here, cutting and slaying, Adoras drove impossibly forward and struck a mighty blow against the dragon with his fabled sword Norsus.“Long was this contest fought,” intoned Malrond solemnly as though in some trance. The smoke dragon reared high into the sky of the rafters and hams in the Inn's darker recesses, towering over the mighty houses that had been broken and sundered in that noble district of Sirith Osildor, breathing green fire across the foes confronting it.“The shields of Adoras' vanguard held and once more the elven Horse charged into the dragon, wounding the wyrm sorely as the fight grew desperate. But…” spoke Malrond softly. “…Twas not without cost.“All those who stood against the dragon save Adoras himself were felled by the piercing of the dragon's fangs, the rending of its claws, and great buffets from off its mighty wings.“Elves of greatness and renown fell in vain against its strength. The onslaught of the raging termagant was so awful even orcs and goblins were too afeared to draw near the wrath of its ancient evil, and instead withdrew into the wreckage and ruin to await the outcome of the contest between the champion and the dragon beneath the great tower.“But Adoras would not relent though sorely wounded himself,” continued Malron. “And so at the last he raised his mighty sword and struck the dragon in its black heart, bringing the great beast down in sudden thunder and blood all at once.”Within the Inn the image seen was incredible. All were filled with fear and wonder in the same instant. Light exploded, shadows reigned, and all that was seen was the silhouetted image of dragon and elf prince against the color of flame and ruin in the background. The mighty elf seemed slain to them and then, as if in final spite, he lashed out with the bite of the blade Norsus and found home, striking down and into the great and ancient wyrm.Little ‘un, lone traveling man, sand elf, and those others of the Littles who found themselves in the Inn that night, rejoiced and gasped in horror at the mighty spectacle of the sight of the slaying of the dragon.Indeed, it was a mighty thing to behold. A thing that made the tales of the Lost Ages seem trifles of the here, and the now. That what had just been witnessed was even something mightier and greater than any ever told round hearth or fire, or along the waysides where one passed nights with such wild fables and smoke.The inn erupted as the dragon heaved its last and died, collapsing into the river.And over this roar the voice of Malrond thundered for them all to hear once gain.“The Shadow Host was broken and driven back beyond the river!” cried the old wizard to them all. “Adoras triumphed over foe and fiend and in the name of the Emerald Throne for the cause is just, and it is right. The Gentle Lands, and all other homes that lie under the Sway of Indolién… are safe once more.”He paused as the smoke of the showing of the tell faded like dreams barely remembered… and for a moment the entire Inn was in darkness and not even the faintest glow of the hearth could be seen in its black emptiness.There were just the fading whispers of the wizard.Then Malrond added, “For now.”Suddenly the Littles were swarming the broad oaken bar of Fatty and demanding frothy pints of the finest, celebrating the victory of Adoras himself and at the same moment recounting what they had just seen as though they and they only had been there amid the smoke and flame of the battle and its recounting needed immediately.Those not engaged in such unmannerly drinking were swarming the legs of the wizard asking for more and other details, and to show them all once again the things of wonder they had seen within Malrond's smoke and showing.Malrond, who was known to be kind, and to have a special place within his heart for the Littles of the Gentle Lands, stayed for a while more, telling them more of how Adoras had put sword to the fell host and pursued them back to their caves and barrows beyond the river, and even to the very ruins of the Fallen Kingdom of Amnanor of the Old Age. A place of strange spirits many who went there never returned from. Malrond reminded the clustering Little farmers who seemed less inclined to wait for the next succulent detail that fell from the lips of the wizard, that all was safe now and some of the darker details were best left unsaid if one valued sleep. And there were sleepy-eyed little'uns about that needed carrying back to their beds.“Ave yer been there, Malrond?” asked one.“Tis true that time's gone daft beyond the Black Gate?” asked another.“Didja see any of the warewoofs of Lord Suth?”Littles are always going on and on about werewolves from the south and are as likely to blame the myth of such creatures for any of their ills more than anything else they can quite name.“I did accompany Adoras and the Bright Fist, his personal guard, into the south and there we fought at the very foundations of the Doom Gate, the Manarandon itself, forcing them to draw it closed once more and defend the unnamed one within. Then we turned back for needs must. Adoras is now to appear before the throne but bid me come and bring you this great news.”“Will'ee stay Malrond?”“Say more and we shall carry on and sing songs to dawn in celebration of the evil that almost befell our little farms and has been smashed now!”But Malrond would not stay among them long. There were other communities and holdings within the Gentle Lands that knew him by other names and to these he told the Littles he must depart at once to and show the telling of once again.Soon it was time for Malrond to be off, so with much sorrow, and not a few tears from the gathering Littles, Malrond made the old door of the aged inn and was gone just like that, off into the misty night as strangely as he'd appeared among them that morning.Outside the inn all was quiet dark, and misty night. 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Join us on The Hidden Gateway Podcast for Episode 71 with Immanuel Kingman @immanuel.kingman. Immanuel Kingman is the host of the popular "Goodness Over Darkness Podcast," where he delves into the meaning of having a spiritual presence in the modern age, alongside a healthy dose of insightful analyses of current events. We'll be speaking about the lost land of Tataria, a long-forgotten kingdom situated in Eurasia with advanced technology that had its legacy erased from history books. And we'll speak about the World Fairs that used to populate the earth in the late 19th and early 20th centuries that featured amazing architectural feats that were suddenly stopped without explanation with no trace left. Understand why everything you know about history is wrong! This one will be a banger! Connect with Immanuel Kingman: Website: www.immanuelkingman.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GODcastTheGoodnessOverDarknessPodcast https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxC--MSpiZDswW-3AqAobAQ https://www.instagram.com/immanuel.kingman/ Website: www.TheHiddenGateway.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thehiddengateway/support

“Hi I'm Ghost,” said the spooky little apparition to Nathan Davis and Tiago Nunez before revealing its plans. The entity's intentions were to take the bass scene by storm. It just needed producers. That's where the boys came in. With their signature eerie sound that has captivated listeners from all over the world. Hi I'm Ghost has made the heavier, darker side of dance music their focus with unrelenting releases, producing groundbreaking takes on pieces in the bass genre, as well as creating intriguing, fresh originals. Since their debut, Ghost and his spooky companions have continued to grow with each release, appearing on Spotify editorial playlists and playing to crowds at festivals like Lost Lands and Forbidden Kingdom, along with supporting Excision and Virtual Riot on their respective tours. 2022 has brought them some major releases including, “Gunshots” with Kompany on Never Say Die, following a star-studded remix EP of their 2019 hit “Death Rail.” To learn more visit: https://www.hiimghostsound.com Listen to the full episode at: https://podlink.to/lizzyjanepodcast This episode was brought to you by VitaPlur. VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at https://www.vitaplur.io/ For ad - free podcasts, exclusive content, one on one lessons, + more visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane Listen to XO RADIO 108 FT Austeria: https://bit.ly/XORADIO108

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I // THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE LEGENDS: ORIGINS Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4. Of which show? All of them. ALL OF THEM? That's a lot. That is a lot. Does she know she's being recorded? She doesn't know she's being recorded. Oh, My God. ANANDAR THE GREAT. who's this now? --that's my sponsor --that's my manager --that's my... Oh. "Oh." ...Oh. Ah! She's a witch! Yo--She's a fairy! WHAT'S THIS MAGIC? ...kk. damn. i'm a dick. she's such a diva. what an asshole. I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something. 4 fucking hours?! I'm not listening to this. We're listening to this. I shouldn't post this. Don't post this. Damn. I'm a dick. A fucking narcisist. What an asshole! What a dick. A fucking sociopath. "My body doesn't know what it needs." "My body knows exactly what it needs." Here, take this. You can't just-- [does.] SUPACREE is a dick. She's a dick. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] Whatever. Something out there asked for this. What about your superstardom? What about it? Give me that. Ugh. What is this? *coughs* WHAt THE-- doctor sebi maps.me dissappear. -blu. Fall//Fly (never) capo 1 Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so… Lost in my mind, in time Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I'll never forget to call again Oh I've never been so Out of touch If i could love you a life time And I probably might, I find I'd give you all my light (or none ) We'll find, in time Which one Oh I've never seen such love in my world Oh, I've never seen such love in my world oh, I've never seen such love in my world Oh, i'll never forget to fall again, Oh, I've never seen such love in my world …Oh, I've never been so high in my life Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to call again— Oh, i've never been so high in my life Oh I''ve never been so high in my life Oh i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to fall… ___ 4427 43 2900 5671 12/3 369 The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was; Then It just stops. OH MY GO- RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency— FUCK. —little does anyone know… SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout. Was it bad? yeah. did they throw trash at me? Only a little. aww. SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ. Oh great, yeah. She is possibly the best— THE BEST &, also/a- SHH. “Bread's Dead” LIVE KETO SET. What is this. just buy tickets. What is it? I'll buy them. PAUSE. AND THEN WHAT? MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL. You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”? NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS. WHAT. BROAH. DID SHE COME OFF? sortof. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? NONE. hey, look watch. RELEASE THE KRAKEN. YOOOOOOOOOOOOO. got a new guitar; got another gig got a new guitar, got another gig got a new guitar got another gig —got another gig —got another gig. Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human. The good ones, the bad ones– Except for women. Women are monsters. I hate them. You are them. I was them. NO, I wasn't. Was I wrong for loving you? (It's too human) I didn't want to do this— (It's so stupid) True, I'll use it, too “i'll use him” “Cool” I'm just a tool, to you, then. Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was. But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none. Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self. Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing. Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop… Stop scratching. You look awful. It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done. Just cut it off! Fuck that nonsense. Why not? Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly. God Loves Ugly. Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him. “Him” ? Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept what The God Consciousness is. *coughs* whatever she wants. Or IT. Check it out. Another fucking demon. ‘The Demon Whisperer' Demons don't whisper, they cough. (Or pretend to cum.) Who does that? Pornstars. Models. Whatever these are. –truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off. I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing… Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scrambble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis– Why, exactly, is that? Why is what? Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist? Because. Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh AND DEN?! Dillon Francis Made Me Cry. Oh noooo. Oh I love her. This plot is so racist. So is Hollywood. IN THIS DIMENSION: The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs. HAVE–THREE JOB. Oh, three jobs. That's a lot, Mrs. Wong! (Racist name, by the way) —and, she's gone. No, i”m not. Get me off this planet. LIQUID STRANGER If you want. Enter: The Psychonauts His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension… I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me… Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form. Then what happens? This. This is the festival project. Why'd you get up? I felt I was being watched. Well, you're not. (But I was) hy·per·son·ic /ˌhīpərˈsänik/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1.relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5). 2.relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz. Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out… She's–immune to ACID? In– SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window. Wait, what window. It–doesn't matter. DILLON FRANCIS [falling] YES IT DOES No, it doesn't. ((yes it does)) Oh–it does? [Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.] [Dillon Francis Nods] Well then… [He is suspended in mid air] Really high up. Oh My God. [He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact.] RUN. Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was; The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become; The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the… And…it's gone. What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots! Well, you're practically Butters. I am– [BUTTERS] Mantequilla!!!!! MORE TEQUILA. Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian “It Doesn't Matter” CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also SUPACREE—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and ha developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis. Oh. This is next level. It's multiple levels. Okay, heavy duty. I'll roll one. Oh. [Three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex] Jesus Christ, Almighty. Oh. I told you, sit here. This is good. I needed that. — ‘I needed that.' Nothing happens without purpose or reason. What is “purpose”? What is “reason”? Oh, What's this *Daddy* Alright, I should get on with my day. No, stay seated. That's not fair. NO, watch it— Wait for it; Just wait. He—spoke BIRD. He was huge. Gigantic. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Don't be tall. I wasn't gonna! Oh, no, no, no. Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their… “PALM/CC* MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit! Oh, I get it. This is illuminati. You got it. —in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain– Oh, My God. What's this around his neck. I don't know. Let's see here. Is it obsidian? HE SPEAKS BIRD. GO FOLLOW HIM. I just gushed. Don't be gross. Oh no, don't open your mouth. [The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.] Oh My GOD. This dragon is going to destroy something! She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best! I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon. @terrazadelarquitecto She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect, Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy R.A.Schwaller De Lubicz There he is. Hey, there, sailor. What the fuck is THIS. How. Why be that large? Has it's benefits. Christ Almighty. Is that the one you want? Is it, then? Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. I am a sitting duck. [Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.] Don't look at that. Mooh, my God. It's in color. Why is that—? Now What was *then*? Answer this question, No , Answer this Question: Okay. lol. _ here's this: What's this crappy place? Harsh. No, i'm serious. This is horrible. Okay, ouch. I mean it, this is bad. Where is this? Uh- Why are we here? This..is the bottom of my heart. This is gross. dang. Wait. so you're saying Yeah, get this They literally went—“within” Uhuh. To the bottom of his heart, literally— Yes, the inward infinite; The literal material externalization– The literal—yes. And she's like: “Ew” “Ew.” …Ew. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] I love the illuminati. Why would you say something like that? Look at this: What are those. They're not Crocs! Are they diamond encrusted? Indeed they are. Is that gold. Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated. How would you even walk in those. I would not— Because you can't. I could, cause I'm man-strong — I just would not; Because it's ridiculous? Don't use that word around me. It is ridiculous! No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway. Someone should put you to sleep. I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep! That's Off subject. Nothing's ‘on' subject. It's really *not* I love dudes in weird pants. Period. Still on the outside; Dead on the inside Inside out and On my head, Alone, my mind, along— But on my own ride A tribe of gypsies, With me, (or without me) Living out loudly, and badly But I was quite poorly, Or worried, but good on the core Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf and no certainties; copy + paste. ep -En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18 -hopskoch. -takitoo. 6:01 -43. -and then what? -Ū C'ESME'T Why are you walking me to my wild side? PETRUTHEIO Because it's my wild side. [beat] PETRUTHEIO (CONT'D) –What if I gave you all my love? C'ESME'T Why would I want that much love? PETRUTHEIO What if it wasn't that much? C'ESME'T Then why would I want it at all? He likes these games, ain't no heartbreak Raise the stakes No harm, no foul; It's an eye for an eye, and and ear for an ear, here She said “I live a fast life” He said, “I drive a fast car” but it wouldn't go far, no It wouldn't go far at all, now! I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just live out my life, I forget i'm an idol, I decided my mind is a diamond I'm higher than high now, Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now I might need to file another reliable lie There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just Live it out, loud But I don't want to go, now! How about a round of applause— cause I like the sound of it Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound What now? I'm finally proud of my Finally proud of my No, I'm just finally proud of me; Figure out how to be found There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater) rarity. (purple) -Ū. mirissa g.pool “fucking mosquitoes.” I told you, you need Skrillex. And I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker. Hookers get paid. Yeah, by Skrillex. –that's enough. I am the only one at my table; I am the only one on my team I been inside the box for so long, that if you let me out, I might scream I am the only crayon in the whole damn box I'm the only sand on my beach and I don't preach what I practice; But I practice what I preach Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh hey Do you have a problem? Is it with me? Should I pray the Lord your soul to keep? Should I call the reaper? Or the state police? Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release? SKRILLEX You looked like a deer in the headlights. SUPACREE Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head. Are you serious? 15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground. SUPACREE we're playing a game i made up TIM We're playing a game *I* made up. SUPACREE I am you. TIM Now you've got it. I don't know what just happened— Okay— But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives. You're a ghost? My soul's haunted!!! That is deep bro. …And he's got music. —So he's almost always gonna be alright And she's got—music; So she's almost-always gonna be alright. You can go ahead. It *is* funny. I don't like it. It's already hilarious. Where are we? Where *is* this? And you will *never* find me. We found you. Eyes on God. Oh My— WHAT. I'm *sorry* mom. Why are you looking at *ME*. ‘Cause I'm SORRY. Don't look at *ME* sorry. Wait. How many people can I be at once? All of them. No. Yes. Watch: [Watching.] …Watching… [Watching—gets knocked out.] Now. Now, you caught me in a bad spot; I'm getting off in dark spaces Come, come along now. Way beside, but along on my own, now. Tie your love down/ Tie your love down; Oh, Now all the way out of the way This is innosense, in a sense Go down to the shore, For the fun of it; Come now, you got to Tie down Tie down Tie down Dive down wide-eyed, Humbled with pride— While you're siding, Colliding with Idols, Confiding in no one, and residing nowhere— Nowhere to go, If they don't care ‘Who are you?' Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces; I'm getting off in a bad spot; Come, along now. Along, but way beside all on my own now In a sense, this is innocence Down, Tie Your love— Down Down, Tie your love, down All the way out of the way, Now— Oh! In a sense, this is innocence. I've got summer on my mind. ‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘ What movie is this? This is ‘The Insomniac”. Oh, Okay well—what happens in it? CREE? SUPACREE. What are you DOING here? This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE. I thought this was “The Insomniac”? This is how I wrote this, too. Wrote what? Just— Just. Keep. Writing. —And it doesn't stop for nothing. It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything. What is this. Audio. It's DJ Shit. ___ Bitch, what is your deal? I don't have one. Yes you DO. My soulmate made a deal with the devil;He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print. Watch this. What is this. It's a test. It's all a test. _ Open the map. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not playing. Are you insane? By standard definition? By any definition. I mean— [Some Mild Insanity.] I could be. INSOMNIAC. Who would do this. Who wrote this? Who's paying for this? Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms. Wow. Control your self. Wish I could. For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment. But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting. ‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.' Owh. This is beyond out of control. Unacceptable. The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls? You are OUT of BOUNDS. I'M NOT PLAYING. This is so far off the map. There's a secret passageway. They LEAKED. The MAP. All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause. What is this story. I guess this is The Legend of Supacree. I'M NOT CURSED. I'm not SUPACREE. Fair. Fair. [Heavy Skrillexian Accent] FIAR!!! You're are Fired. I'm a- what? So I pulled these cards. Oh, woah, now. Drop this, here. I can't; Wow. Wow. Wow. Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW. Do you know who you ARE? Do *you* know who I am? Oh, My God! I feel like that's an important factor. What the fuck is this show? go for the gold! I told you, the whole damn cast of; Sons of Anarchy; what on god. This all happened. *ecstatic* Ohhh Noooooo. [TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS] key: live that long maybe it's not my place Maybe it's not my place to say, maybe It's not my place Maybe it's not my place, to say I'll just say grace, and clear my plate My patience [is] —- What the fuck. lol You know what? I like cake, you bitch!! Then eat some cake, you— [a death glare] —Overly-agressive person! I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen scripting this in Yiddish, washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables spitting shit I didn't get to send to— …anybody interesting. #skrillex 3 Weeks Earlier… And of course, the first night I thought it either safe or warm enough to sleep entirely in the nude, the man next door somehow found it necessary to burst into my apartment, to which my lackluster and almost non-existent response became more alerting to me than the incident itself; I realized at that point, the amount of trauma I had sustained had created a nearly unexcitable individual, as I pondered the kind of reaction any ‘normal' woman might have had to that, something which may have seemed terribly frightening once upon a time, but was now, as anything else, merely comical. I had just finished what I considered to be the conclusion of ‘Season 3' of my Podcast series, still gaining an incomprehensible cult following, to which I questioned in curiosity, but none-the-less kept present, however awaiting karmic response, or some external universal backlash, as the season, which I posted all-at-once in an effort to regain some of my consciousness, as it seemed to have been ripped away in pieces– no longer belonging to myself, but a ghost that could neither decide whether it wanted to haunt or befriend me. In the early dawn, finally able to rest, I slipped into that of another vivid and astral projection of lucid dreaming–however, becoming increasingly sensitive to the notion of love, I chose not to record its happenings, only allowing the fondest of any memory I had kept from the dream sequence, a relief; as the connection I had received was both joyfully unexpected, and greatly needed. With only pending payments still pending for weeks and mere days left in the dwelling I inhabited, and almost nothing left–pennies, actually, by the American standard of conversion, I kept myself from weeping and only could depend on yet another intervention of Divinity to again rescue me, again–from this, a city which may have excited me in safety, but that I had grown to dislike increasingly, only having come with hopes of releasing The Festival Project internationally, however– with this rendition of The Electric Daisy approaching quickly within the week, my sanity became wavering under the notion that EDD had any humanity, as they had seemingly used me as some sort of experimentation, dangling the money I so desperately needed like a carrot in front of me–randomly allowing payments in my greatest moments of desperation and disparity. This disparity, however, would leave me stranded in a hostile 3rd world country. The Legend of SUPACREE I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of cannellini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border or internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my back pack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to— “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost. [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT. What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. CUT TO: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: Oh, you're saved. Nice. [Passes baby Jesus to Sweet Jesus, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? CUT BACK TO: ‘the rave' ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [The third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: CUT TO: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] HANZEL No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for nothing…? Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or hell when they die. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to h/save my kid. // Alternately: I have to shave my kid! Lol. Okay, then. — It is terrible. Explain Jimmy— (((Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy…))) Raven Simone—*ahem* ((Incase Raven summons Raven Symons)) —-AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) Don't forget the— RAVEN SYMONÉ. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally? Jimmy Fallon Live, Jimmy. Is this why—- JIMMY FALLON shhhhh shhhh—-!!!! they poured the pennies? Ah yeah, the last dollar… Westwood trees have good memories… What?? She can see dead people?! SO—Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! WESTWOOOD, CALIFORNIA, 199? PASQUALE ROTELLA is a dashing young man; he and his friends are gathered, en route to a secret location. Pasquale, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that. Doompy Poomp Doompy* Poomp again I don't know what it's doing . ...He just does whatever he wants…

Shop Zound earplugs (discount code EMMAK) - https://experiencezound.com/ In this episode, I'm joined by LAYZ, a rising star in the bass music scene who's heavy style has earned her releases with labels like Subsidia, Welcome Records and Space Yacht. LAYZ has played some of the biggest festivals in the U.S. like EDC Las Vegas, Lost Lands, EDC Orlando and Hard Summer and she's currently on tour with Sullivan King. LAYZ and I chat about how she got into DJing and producing, what it's like being on tour, and what her relationship is like with fans! Oldie, but a goodie - https://open.spotify.com/track/6HvCOJvbEzVTmEFmv79pTf?si=c7d834fb8d9b4cd4

For episode 36 of the Filthy Beat Inspectors podcast, we had FREAKY join us on the pod. We featured FREAKY in our Riot Control Radio series 2 years ago and have been watching him grow as an artist. We talked about some of his biggest career moments, his collab with Shaq, and his 10-year journey in the music industry. 

Salt Lake City based artist, Kate Thomas, first took on the persona of Soundr in 2016. Finding her home in punk and indie bands before pursuing her solo career as Soundr, she has proven herself as a self-taught vocalist and songwriter. Now integrating electronic music with her roots In pop-punk, Soundr is carving out a realm all her own. Soundr has garnered support from the likes of Dim Mak, NCS, Chill Your Mind, Metanoia, and more. Dani King is a singer, songwriter, and vocal producer based out of Los Angeles, California. Dani has signed with Cultiv8 Artists (formerly Paragon Music Group) an artist management agency. Her hard work and dedication to her craft has led to numerous amazing opportunities such as live festival performances at Electric Zoo, Lost Lands, and Countdown NYE. She has worked with Omas, Highlnd, Jago, Swarm, Whales, Rebel Scum, and Bear Grillz and has released on major labels such as NCS, Monstercat, Subsidia, and Rude Service. To learn more about SOUNDR visit: https://spoti.fi/3sEYBDN To learn more about Dani King visit: https://spoti.fi/3MdrLRY This episode was brought to zraq you by VitaPlur. VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at https://www.vitaplur.io/ Listen to the full episode at: https://podlink.to/lizzyjanepodcast For ad - free podcasts, exclusive content, one on one lessons, + more visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane Listen to XO RADIO 108 FT Austeria: https://bit.ly/XORADIO108

Have you ever wondered if there's more to our planet than meets the eye? Well, if you have, then you may be on to something. We discover some amazing stories about what some believe to be lands and continents that were once inhabited by otherworldly beings but have now been lost to time. And we make some amazing connections to previous episodes that even blew our own minds!...

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Have you ever wondered if there's more to our planet than meets the eye? Well, if you have, then you may be on to something. We discover some amazing stories about what some believe to be lands and continents that were once inhabited by otherworldly beings but have now been lost to time. And we make some amazing connections to previous episodes that even blew our own minds!...

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Hailing from the “City That Never Sleeps” Matt Coddington aka Codd Dubz has spent his career as a DJ and Producer carefully honing his skills and developing a level of mastery behind the decks that few ever come close to.. An undeniable veteran amongst the bass music community, the Long Island native is renowned for his ‘no-holds-barred' high energy live sets, and with an arsenal of effortlessly chopped doubles, triples and crafty mashups in his bag of tricks, he leaves a trail of destruction in his path, converting scores of witnesses into hardcore fans, effectively becoming part of his loyal “Chop Mob” following. No stranger to the studio, his production discography reads like bass music's Hall of Fame, with releases on revered labels such as Never Say Die: Black Label, Disciple Round Table, Circus Records, Subsidia, Buygore and more, earning him the support of heavyweights such as Zomboy, 12th Planet, Flux Pavilion, Funtcase, Herobust, Liquid Stranger, NGHTMRE, Slander, and more! It's this rare combination of these finely tuned weapons that has seen Codd Dubz's fan base rapidly extend into a global takeover, conquering not only the United States at some of bass music's most sacred grounds including Lost Lands, Dancefestopia, and Forbidden Kingdom, but all across the globe, shelling crowds from Europe to Australia, and, with no signs of slowing down the sky's the limit for this maestro! To learn more visit: https://spoti.fi/3ujtnTY This episode was brought to you by VitaPlur. VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at https://www.vitaplur.io/ Listen to the full episode at: https://podlink.to/lizzyjanepodcast For ad - free podcasts, exclusive content, one on one lessons, + more visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane Listen to XO RADIO 108 FT Austeria: https://bit.ly/XORADIO108

The colour bass king Chime sat down with the Filthy Beat Inspectors to talk about his biggest project yet - The Rushdown Records Colour Bass Vol. 3 Compilation! We asked him what the come-up has been like, given that the EDM community has different tastes in Europe. He also chatted about founding the label and what it was like touring in America/playing Lost Lands. 

On our 15th episode, we had the honor of having the highly talented and humble OMAS on the show to check in with us.OMAS had one heck of a previous year in 2021 with several accomplishments. Such as hosting his first headling show in Los Angeles, California, playing Excision's festival Lost Lands, direct support for Blunts and Blondes, five releases with Excision's label Subsidia Record, and a debut EP on Bear Grillz's label Rude Service Records.During this episode, OMAS opens up about his first time at Coachella, who his musical influences came from, avoiding producer burnout, and did you know he plays poker on the side while being an artist?!Thank you so much for checking in with us, OMAS, and be sure to follow his story and journey because he is beyond masterly and skilled.Follow me on Spotify and show your love and appreciation. Like and comment by leaving a review on Apple PodcastPlease also follow Jason Adamchak and Checking in with Adamchak on Instagram to get every update on anything music-related.Visit my website to be featured on the podcast: https://jasonadamchak.comThanks for the support on my podcast; I appreciate each and every one of you checking in with me. Music by OMAS "When It's Over" ft. MisdomConnect with OMAS:Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Spotify | SoundCloud

MADiSUN is an Atlanta native bass, house, and techno dj who is quickly taking the peach state by storm. The sun is a symbol of positivity and bright vibrations. Fans can expect that same energy from both her music and personality. In this episode, MADiSUN discusses her perspective as a newly started female dj in the city of Atlanta, her first whole camping festival experience at Lost Lands, and an honest talk about mental health and seasonal depression. Thank you for checking in with us MADiSUN, and we can't wait to see you dominate the Atlanta dance music scene. Follow me on Spotify and show your love and appreciation. Like and comment by leaving a review on Apple PodcastPlease also follow Jason Adamchak and Checking in with Adamchak on Instagram to get every update on anything music-related.Visit my website to be featured on the podcast: https://jasonadamchak.comThanks for the support on my podcast; I appreciate each and every one of you checking in with me. Music: Christian AlexanderConnect with MADiSUN:Instagram | SoundCloudMADiSUN's Techno Mix December 2021https://soundcloud.com/madisun_music/techno-mix-december-2021

Producer and DJ from Bournemouth, UK, FuntCase aka James Hazell is known for his raw and dirty sound, forging the way with his controversial ‘filthy' style. “FuntCase produces sensory overload bass music that wobbles, womps and machine guns through your body, making you dance whether you want to or not.” James first expressed his love of music through jamming with his schoolmates, taking his energetic and aggressive drumming style from death metal as well as being heavily influenced by happy hardcore and jungle, growing up to a background of Helter Skelter and Dreamscape mixtapes. In 2009 James began to dabble with producing dubstep, giving his tunes a big energy by incorporating the drum and bass layering technique into his dubstep sound. His first track ‘Make Our Day' was quickly signed to 4:20 Records. And so began the raw sound that is FuntCase. It wasn't long before FuntCase began trading tracks with Doctor P, and an offer soon followed to bring James into the Circus Records camp with the release of his famed track ‘So Vexed', with ‘Mattress Punch' on the flip, in 2010. Since then the phenomenon has grown, FuntCase has become a legend of the DJ world. With an incredibly loyal fan base Funty is known worldwide for working hard, playing hard, travelling hard – and DJing hard on stages globally. Over the years, championing other artists in the scene with his DPMO compilation albums and expanding the brand into its very own clothing line, it was a natural progression for FuntCase to head up his own imprint label falling under the DPMO brand. The first release, “Corruption EP” gave us a glimpse at what's in store for his label as well as showing no signs of FuntCase slowing down when it comes to releasing neck breaking new music guaranteed to open up a pit where ever it's played. To learn more visit: https://dpmoshop.com/ For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO105

In this episode, we have one of the hottest up-and-coming dubstep artists in the game right now, Vastive! From putting out a collab with Kompany earlier this year and getting brought on stage with Komapany this year at Lost Lands to releasing his newest track "Punch" on Welcome Records, this man is on the move to become one of the biggest dubstep artists in the next generation. Oh, did we mention he's also a vocalist?Society Selects: https://open.spotify.com/user/31o3iltsruwdiqiztumbpvcpx4vu/playlist/28aag7ZckmpuFJEllz16Um?si=zyD9T3tSRDa7oTq_YWsm5wSociety Meeting Room: https://www.facebook.com/groups/431215927995257/?ref=shareFollow Vastive:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vastiveofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/vastiveofficialSoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/vastiveSpotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5dqKDhDTrjMvSExBmfMNeH?si=E4j0d7NDRhCHgbQwAvzP5wEra of EDMmagazine.eraofedm.com/Underground SocietyInstagram: www.instagram.com/undergroundsociety.edm/Facebook: www.facebook.com/UndergroundSociety.edmTwitter: twitter.com/UGSPod_EDMWebsite: www.undergroundsocietypodcast.comSupport the show (https://donorbox.org/underground-society)

"SWARM has carved out such a strong and unique sounds for himself that if we were to start a new Mount Rushmore for producers, his songs alone would sculpt out his image in stone" - YourEDM Swarm returns to the XO Podcast live from Lost Lands Music Festival. To learn more visit: https://houseofswarm.com/ For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO103

Jessica Audiffred is a breakthrough talent who's sound has long outgrown Mexico City, the alpha metropolis of her upbringing and rise to prominence. Establishing her own niche style within the Bass and Trap genre's not only as a legitimate, sought after music producer representing brands such as Pioneer, Beats Audio, Samsung and Monster Products but also as a captivating live performer, moving festival crowds at EDC and Tomorrowland (Mexico) year after year alongside world class acts and relevant talent. In 2016, with great success Jessica introduced her ‘A Records' imprint further expressing her concept and discernment for Electronic music. Skrillex & co.'s 'Nest HQ' celebrated her as a “Taste maker…soon to be a major staple in the global dance scene”. ‘Your EDM' has hailed her “the Queen of Mexico's Trap and Bass scene” and with heavy blog presence Jessica earned the attention of industry giant, Flux Pavilion who went as far as including her in his small list of top global acts for the ‘DJmag' top 100 – signing her to his label, 'Circus Recordings' and offering her the opportunity to remix his latest release alongside NGHTMRE, “Feel Your Love”. With an arsenal of bass heavy releases scheduled for the coming year, Jessica has no intentions of slowing down. To learn more visit: https://spoti.fi/3vShliZ For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO103

As an artist, multi-instrumentalist, producer, and songwriter, Buffalo-born Grabbitz (Nicholas Chiari) sustains an unfiltered vision and presents a new paradigm for electronic music augmented by his organic musicality, dynamic sound design, vivid lyricism, and intimate attention to detail. “Each song is a culmination of everything I love. It's just music that comes out of my head,” he shares. This tactic continues to captivate both fans and tastemakers alike with over 40 million streams and praise from the likes of Billboard and Rolling Stone. Grabbitz will tell you that he began singing before he could talk—a claim his family proudly backs up—and that he learned guitar at eight-years-old inspired by the likes of Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Nirvana, and Pearl Jam. By age twelve, his Xbox doubled as a de facto home studio as he began making beats on MTV Music Generator. A few million streams and a collaboration with deadmau5 later, he gained brief notoriety in the world of dance music. However, as his music evolved, his sound became less suitable for the club and more geared for his live performance. In the end, Grabbitz stands primed to take the world by storm by simply being himself. “Grabbitz has never shield away from embracing the totality of his musicality as a hybrid- live electronic artist, continually innovating and pushing his sound forward with each subsequent release” - Billboard To learn more visit: https://grabbitzmusic.com/ For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO103

Acting as a rebellious force and the main antagonist of bass music, there is truly no one like MUST DIE! Between his maniacal state of mind and cutting edge mettle in the studio, MUST DIE! caters to an audience with a penchant for forward - thinking sounds that will both challenge and dignify dubstep as we know it. With nearly 10 years under his belt, MUST DIE! began building his cult with consistent releases on bass music's most notable labels, leading him to represent Never Say Die's prestigious roster. Stream his new album Crisis Vision now: To learn more visit: http://mustdiemusic.com/ For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO103

West coast bass producer out of Orange County, California, Lev3l has released on DPMO, Subsidia, Disciple, and Thrive records (+ more) alongside a handful of strong independent releases. He has shared the stage with Terravita, Bear Grillz, Black Tiger Sex Machine, Lookas, Sullivan King, Pegboard Nerds, and Salva. From the hearts of L.A to The Yost theater in Santa Ana, Lev3l is known as a non-genre specific artist with a passion for heavy electronic music. Dubstep, Glitch Hop, Drum and Bass, Bass House, and so on. To learn more visit: https://spoti.fi/2YWrBun For your chance to hear the XO Podcast ad-free, become a XO Patreon Producer, and more please visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane New XO RADIO out this week ft. EVVDE : https://bit.ly/XORADIO103