Podcasts about Skrillex

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

In this episode of Poducer at Sound Haven 2024, we link up with Tree Gaud and Ozztin — two close friends and rising names in the underground bass scene. From throwing down original edits on the UFO stage to geeking out about lasers at a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert, this convo covers it all. We get into their unique approaches to performance, like Tree Gaud's “Flip God” set packed with bootlegs and bass, and Ozztin's genre-blurring style that lands somewhere between weird and heavy. They talk about growing up on Grateful Dead, Weird Al, and Adventure Club, and how those early shows shaped their path into electronic music. We also hear the full story of a surprise backstage moment with Skrillex at Soul Quest, and why that night was a turning point. From dreadlock maintenance to military stories and festival bromance, this one's full of wild memories, unexpected tangents, and pure Sound Haven energy.

I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic endings Waiting on your every scent and center Don't disintegrate just yet And now we enter impact Stand for circumstances Do work faster Horror horror Do you know the motive of her Former engines? Motive, motive Steer the plot or rear the message m Fritter fritter Audiences get disinterested So effing quickly. Would you mild or would you mold Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon, Bread, and then tomato— Would you fear her message? Would you quick forget you're on her planet? Surely safe to know But know but knots And no but not again You bought it with your faux and auctions Hallmark cards And feathers fauxes Don't you know The faucet's only running water Oh you're hard predictable And chlorinated Oh the poison Dripping at your ways And wilting at your guilt The James The reckon gestures Reckon, Avery Severed by the check Or just the ever ending Never get there Message to a friend To just keep going When she ends it It is just another death You'll get on with it In the end Never friends. Never. Good I hate you Could you maybe Find me ugly? That's your money in my Every reaching corner Every angling cent And harsh presentations of Skin that's aging and Wages which haven't Coverage to front the Expenses, Crash diets Go broken Ugly cause you're course Everything fits But still empty on the inside I live in shredded Shambles of service But there's no gratitude My breath is only your own And this bread is my headache I haven't a sermon Or diamond Or unworthy Sex appeal And really only Ever off when Only ever on You're still demolishing the board You're still diminishing the severs Yet you neglected Each and every Crevice of this Never ending friendship— But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper For each and every person ever Just to wish one? Did it ever occur to you The circumstances you are under r Live for it Or get lost There's really only porridge in her oven If the gas or turning off or over Don't turn over now The resin's covered in the Corvette. Only cause I had to Sense when is it Blood sense. Get laid Don't flinch Get paid Gold finch Get reckless I call spirits north for dinner South for lunch And up for porridge at breakfast I've passed on I've been awake You're mortal girl The one you're on is Really only such a small pond That I should think To cover up With dirt. Start over. —and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games. Worst dream ever. But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me? I'm guessing he always was! He's people are just like that All conservative, conformed— Again, it's not your fault It's just uncomfortable! Again I only ever approached it wanting to know If the l broach l fits But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her— Probably don't even got the right number Code of arms Or helm of awe, huh. Fuck, man. When's Tonight Show in hiatus Need you off the island, off In Prague And out my anus, Don't remind me I've been Jamie Lee Curtis Just recently enough That I miss it. Ugh. I know, I resent that. Find a line to draw Or fly a kite past I'm past my reckoning Just for tonight, The suffering ends Surely not enough to past the time Before my electrolytes fly in But tonight Just tonight I want to dine in my mind Or die alone Without trying to find the light— The neighbor simply seems to follow it. (At least I got her ought to not slam the door now, Police interventions, There really are cause for those.) What is a warfare! Buy me a checkmark! My question mark seems to go off a lot All for it God, You're remarkable I gift a heart or though I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis? There those eyes are again; I hate to hurt you North; But I'm no mother board Or mother ship Or Mother Earth Broke my focus long enough to call you up, But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious. Nothing's safe for us, you know. One one to call; No code of conduct– No safety in numbers, or color guard No home, and no love in our times For our kind– We're all here now And the wrong time Is all time. {Enter The Multiverse} Do you see me? I don't not see you. Well. Well. I thought there'd be more having to say. There's nothing to say. Not nothing… Nothing. Huh. —unless you say it. I've nothing to say. Then say nothing. The frog croaks, The oak leafs, The custard leaves its corridors The hark leaps The oath melts, The sworn have sworn To never mark. To no remose, To no remark; The carrier, and carry her— The fierce need, For Vegabonds, For every caper read Amen. All is spoken; And all in thought also in words All is listened And all has heard not in her form Stiff. You're horrified. You're horrifying. Sure, but— Brother— Broken— Nothing that I've never heard before Capable. Half-friend. Northerner. Cape cod. Hamptons. Fair straights. Ancient. Sacred. R I T U A L S LEGENDS: R I T U A L S OH GOD. No! NO! NO! It just keeps going! Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over. You were invoked. I was implicated. Fun fact: Here's the thing. You were murdered. Ah, gains. Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens? Cause you don't. This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of— STEPHEN COLBERT enters. *shattered. Shithead. STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered. —I was shattered when I heard about it. What's that? Never you mind. I didn't— I just— asked. He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided. Capable. And still there's nowhere In here The city we share I can go To make the sound Eager to leave my soul As how I know you. Awkward! Just wait. You've been betrayed! I— know that already. Is this your card? {Enter The Multiverse} GET OFF THE TRAIN. — Lil bitz Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty. Why. You never look innocent at all. If something went down — I know it was you. Hide a lie; Can't hide a lie Can't tell a tell Can't roll the ball Can't bowl the strike Can't run at all Can't fool the hare Can't skin the cat Can't dance a bit Don't row the boat Can't play the role Don't know the tune Can't trim the tree Can't hold the bowl Can't kill the fowl Don't tell the tale. Hide a lie. Run a mile Taste the bile Fill the basket Now you're moron Now you're mortal That's immoral Jimmy Fallon —that's a turtle. Tell the lie. Hide the fold. Kill the curse; Sail the ark Fill the void Hate the gap Kill the king Tell the tale Tell a lie Hide the [The Festival Project ™] knife. In for life, or what? Info wars at most. Live to tell the tale? Learn to spike the punch Learn to punch the wall Lean up on the door Learn to most of all Shut the fuck up Keep your mouth shut I love New York Give the bad news Put a smile on Oh you gotta love it I get close to nothing once a month And then come back To pull the puffer out the dragon Goddammit what you want me for I learned another lesson Don't devour her All I wanted was Just a sour odor Give the last call I go heroin blind For heroine times And by the time it all gets darker I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in Permanent marker. ugh. Fuck you. Fuck The Doors. Fuck your chorus. Fuck your archer. Fuck, you found I. I all for her, Shoot the wombat; —But the door shuts on its own Without it getting harder, now. Don't it? Donut. i don't— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Okay. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Can I contour? Not even one episode Or epicenter Even for a lonely I got the warning For your magnitude before So what you want It's just a test Pacific coast Or night crawler Nightmare or Nightfall You swore you won't I do desire not a lover But a hand to hold And father for my own So. Shove it up your Probably want a I don't need disaster warning What you wanted Limoncello Light waves And light gave a damn I have a dance I cave to for And there you are Just a horrible oar, Now I row the boat But you don't disaster Nor could you decide to divorce her Even if I ever worked At Art gallery Organizers God, you wore her sweater Just to make it all seem rather backwards If perchance I ran my hand just over All the soft Love in the world Are you not a dozen roses? To far my flames I gave you my heart Flower Done moving Don't moon Did you really pay the neighbor Just to hate me Haven't you heard On our earth There's turf war? So far, white doves But no lost wolves, Poor pigeons, following Of course you were hard wired I hate not once But all times the hurt Each time I struck Sure I want for California And Equinox saunas And then no more do I run the tub! But for now as I soak and the roach prowls, I get my motion under the water, Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk? Likely or lite brawl Sire, You care to hard work But you desire awful I was right in all forms Now I die here Your knife and all you are Feels right as blood pours out I want but only suffer Your call could only burden My tie to fall a lark Cries Out In To Her Arms you fall and I desire I desire I now Have a heart to cry I died, sir. You won. How awful. Just a nugget of truth, This window of lies, A mask so broken And yet in the cracks there, my mirror My shadow My hard times Out to work And off to war And what you wanted No, not outside Inside love But nevermind that Now the blood pours out and sweet, I thank to this relief and finally Rest, I. No longer shall I mourn your love to not And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood And dear far cry, Dear boy you, Wait to know me in again another There came and withered and your force Now knows mine, Never end and tethered, There I wait, then Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in Your pure, Decency. I have strike and so wait my end; And you, go on, Now without my voice. A harp. Welcome to Ecuador. What are you doing here? I grow bananas. Every once in awhile I have you over For a cocktail Or five. Every night I tighten my eyes on you, Thoughts. Every space in time Is just a collar Dog A bark. Every time you call I still come over Though you do not want, I opposite. You see, You are time. I see you now, God. I feel your heart, I Can involve My lips quaking Your worried me My fall, right? Why— I belong in your eye, Why, Heart my home, I, Never go. Never not. Bullet to a gun For to wish I'm not awake And to dream though seek, I call And to worry Wishes swimming Thunder rolls and Hard I fall So wait and weather Weather storm And feather. You know I'm locked, and fault Too consumed by news cameras Noise tied around my, Neck your beck and call My battered back And there is she All I am not And movement, You controller Red and virtuous Are thy neither my friend, Nor foe, Nor narrow and the neck, dripping The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow Your wish is my make her I make thy for glory She the golden trophy, Truth, you will not with, These, you will decanter Encounter; or I slay you in my motion I say your name and sheild thy slain And there you are, a force And here she comes, a brain My greying matter; Your Tuesday, Wednesday She fears me not One, two, four blue eyes I'm nothing now Six blondes, four heartaches I rung, you wanted I eat, you shatter I starve, you know me Then in the waste My waist till not your honor And so, I go And she And she And she And she Eighty five and one divine But all are yours And yours are mine So then. We have killed her. And there, she lay slain, And ye, we rejoice And yet, we became To seize, none has not To breathe, yet remains— The truth comes our time, As body decays. Fuck. I don't think that was it. Nevermind. *fixed it . {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic endings Waiting on your every scent and center Don't disintegrate just yet And now we enter impact Stand for circumstances Do work faster Horror horror Do you know the motive of her Former engines? Motive, motive Steer the plot or rear the message m Fritter fritter Audiences get disinterested So effing quickly. Would you mild or would you mold Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon, Bread, and then tomato— Would you fear her message? Would you quick forget you're on her planet? Surely safe to know But know but knots And no but not again You bought it with your faux and auctions Hallmark cards And feathers fauxes Don't you know The faucet's only running water Oh you're hard predictable And chlorinated Oh the poison Dripping at your ways And wilting at your guilt The James The reckon gestures Reckon, Avery Severed by the check Or just the ever ending Never get there Message to a friend To just keep going When she ends it It is just another death You'll get on with it In the end Never friends. Never. Good I hate you Could you maybe Find me ugly? That's your money in my Every reaching corner Every angling cent And harsh presentations of Skin that's aging and Wages which haven't Coverage to front the Expenses, Crash diets Go broken Ugly cause you're course Everything fits But still empty on the inside I live in shredded Shambles of service But there's no gratitude My breath is only your own And this bread is my headache I haven't a sermon Or diamond Or unworthy Sex appeal And really only Ever off when Only ever on You're still demolishing the board You're still diminishing the severs Yet you neglected Each and every Crevice of this Never ending friendship— But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper For each and every person ever Just to wish one? Did it ever occur to you The circumstances you are under Live for it Or get lost There's really only porridge in her oven If the gas or turning off or over Don't turn over now The resin's covered in the Corvette. Only cause I had to Sense when is it Blood sense. Get laid Don't flinch Get paid Gold finch Get reckless I call spirits north for dinner South for lunch And up for porridge at breakfast I've passed on I've been awake You're mortal girl The one you're on is Really only such a small pond That I should think To cover up With dirt. Start over. —and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games. Worst dream ever. But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me? I'm guessing he always was! He's people are just like that All conservative, conformed— Again, it's not your fault It's just uncomfortable! Again I only ever approached it wanting to know If the l broach l fits But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her— Probably don't even got the right number Code of arms Or helm of awe, huh. Fuck, man. When's Tonight Show in hiatus Need you off the island, off In Prague And out my anus, Don't remind me I've been Jamie Lee Curtis Just recently enough That I miss it. Ugh. I know, I resent that. Find a line to draw Or fly a kite past I'm past my reckoning Just for tonight, The suffering ends Surely not enough to past the time Before my electrolytes fly in But tonight Just tonight I want to dine in my mind Or die alone Without trying to find the light— The neighbor simply seems to follow it. (At least I got her ought to not slam the door now, Police interventions, There really are cause for those.) What is a warfare! Buy me a checkmark! My question mark seems to go off a lot All for it God, You're remarkable I gift a heart or though I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis? There those eyes are again; I hate to hurt you North; But I'm no mother board Or mother ship Or Mother Earth Broke my focus long enough to call you up, But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious. Nothing's safe for us, you know. One one to call; No code of conduct– No safety in numbers, or color guard No home, and no love in our times For our kind– We're all here now And the wrong time Is all time. {Enter The Multiverse} Do you see me? I don't not see you. Well. Well. I thought there'd be more having to say. There's nothing to say. Not nothing… Nothing. Huh. —unless you say it. I've nothing to say. Then say nothing. The frog croaks, The oak leafs, The custard leaves its corridors The hark leaps The oath melts, The sworn have sworn To never mark. To no remose, To no remark; The carrier, and carry her— The fierce need, For Vegabonds, For every caper read Amen. All is spoken; And all in thought also in words All is listened And all has heard not in her form Stiff. You're horrified. You're horrifying. Sure, but— Brother— Broken— Nothing that I've never heard before Capable. Half-friend. Northerner. Cape cod. Hamptons. Fair straights. Ancient. Sacred. R I T U A L S LEGENDS: R I T U A L S OH GOD. No! NO! NO! It just keeps going! Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over. You were invoked. I was implicated. Fun fact: Here's the thing. You were murdered. Ah, gains. Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens? Cause you don't. This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of— STEPHEN COLBERT enters. *shattered. Shithead. STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered. —I was shattered when I heard about it. What's that? Never you mind. I didn't— I just— asked. He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided. Capable. And still there's nowhere In here The city we share I can go To make the sound Eager to leave my soul As how I know you. Awkward! Just wait. You've been betrayed! I— know that already. Is this your card? {Enter The Multiverse} GET OFF THE TRAIN. — Lil bitz Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty. Why. You never look innocent at all. If something went down — I know it was you. Hide a lie; Can't hide a lie Can't tell a tell Can't roll the ball Can't bowl the strike Can't run at all Can't fool the hare Can't skin the cat Can't dance a bit Don't row the boat Can't play the role Don't know the tune Can't trim the tree Can't hold the bowl Can't kill the fowl Don't tell the tale. Hide a lie. Run a mile Taste the bile Fill the basket Now you're moron Now you're mortal That's immoral Jimmy Fallon —that's a turtle. Tell the lie. Hide the fold. Kill the curse; Sail the ark Fill the void Hate the gap Kill the king Tell the tale Tell a lie Hide the [The Festival Project ™] knife. In for life, or what? Info wars at most. Live to tell the tale? Learn to spike the punch Learn to punch the wall Lean up on the door Learn to most of all Shut the fuck up Keep your mouth shut I love New York Give the bad news Put a smile on Oh you gotta love it I get close to nothing once a month And then come back To pull the puffer out the dragon Goddammit what you want me for I learned another lesson Don't devour her All I wanted was Just a sour odor Give the last call I go heroin blind For heroine times And by the time it all gets darker I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in Permanent marker. ugh. Fuck you. Fuck The Doors. Fuck your chorus. Fuck your archer. Fuck, you found I. I all for her, Shoot the wombat; —But the door shuts on its own Without it getting harder, now. Don't it? Donut. i don't— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Okay. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Can I contour? Not even one episode Or epicenter Even for a lonely I got the warning For your magnitude before So what you want It's just a test Pacific coast Or night crawler Nightmare or Nightfall You swore you won't I do desire not a lover But a hand to hold And father for my own So. Shove it up your Probably want a I don't need disaster warning What you wanted Limoncello Light waves And light gave a damn I have a dance I cave to for And there you are Just a horrible oar, Now I row the boat But you don't disaster Nor could you decide to divorce her Even if I ever worked At Art gallery Organizers God, you wore her sweater Just to make it all seem rather backwards If perchance I ran my hand just over All the soft Love in the world Are you not a dozen roses? To far my flames I gave you my heart Flower Done moving Don't moon Did you really pay the neighbor Just to hate me Haven't you heard On our earth There's turf war? So far, white doves But no lost wolves, Poor pigeons, following Of course you were hard wired I hate not once But all times the hurt Each time I struck Sure I want for California And Equinox saunas And then no more do I run the tub! But for now as I soak and the roach prowls, I get my motion under the water, Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk? Likely or lite brawl Sire, You care to hard work But you desire awful I was right in all forms Now I die here Your knife and all you are Feels right as blood pours out I want but only suffer Your call could only burden My tie to fall a lark Cries Out In To Her Arms you fall and I desire I desire I now Have a heart to cry I died, sir. You won. How awful. Just a nugget of truth, This window of lies, A mask so broken And yet in the cracks there, my mirror My shadow My hard times Out to work And off to war And what you wanted No, not outside Inside love But nevermind that Now the blood pours out and sweet, I thank to this relief and finally Rest, I. No longer shall I mourn your love to not And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood And dear far cry, Dear boy you, Wait to know me in again another There came and withered and your force Now knows mine, Never end and tethered, There I wait, then Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in Your pure, Decency. I have strike and so wait my end; And you, go on, Now without my voice. A harp. Welcome to Ecuador. What are you doing here? I grow bananas. Every once in awhile I have you over For a cocktail Or five. Every night I tighten my eyes on you, Thoughts. Every space in time Is just a collar Dog A bark. Every time you call I still come over Though you do not want, I opposite. You see, You are time. I see you now, God. I feel your heart, I Can involve My lips quaking Your worried me My fall, right? Why— I belong in your eye, Why, Heart my home, I, Never go. Never not. Bullet to a gun For to wish I'm not awake And to dream though seek, I call And to worry Wishes swimming Thunder rolls and Hard I fall So wait and weather Weather storm And feather. You know I'm locked, and fault Too consumed by news cameras Noise tied around my, Neck your beck and call My battered back And there is she All I am not And movement, You controller Red and virtuous Are thy neither my friend, Nor foe, Nor narrow and the neck, dripping The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow Your wish is my make her I make thy for glory She the golden trophy, Truth, you will not with, These, you will decanter Encounter; or I slay you in my motion I say your name and sheild thy slain And there you are, a force And here she comes, a brain My greying matter; Your Tuesday, Wednesday She fears me not One, two, four blue eyes I'm nothing now Six blondes, four heartaches I rung, you wanted I eat, you shatter I starve, you know me Then in the waste My waist till not your honor And so, I go And she And she And she And she Eighty five and one divine But all are yours And yours are mine So then. We have killed her. And there, she lay slain, And ye, we rejoice And yet, we became To seize, none has not To breathe, yet remains— The truth comes our time, As body decays. Fuck. I don't think that was it. Nevermind. *fixed it . {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic endings Waiting on your every scent and center Don't disintegrate just yet And now we enter impact Stand for circumstances Do work faster Horror horror Do you know the motive of her Former engines? Motive, motive Steer the plot or rear the message m Fritter fritter Audiences get disinterested So effing quickly. Would you mild or would you mold Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon, Bread, and then tomato— Would you fear her message? Would you quick forget you're on her planet? Surely safe to know But know but knots And no but not again You bought it with your faux and auctions Hallmark cards And feathers fauxes Don't you know The faucet's only running water Oh you're hard predictable And chlorinated Oh the poison Dripping at your ways And wilting at your guilt The James The reckon gestures Reckon, Avery Severed by the check Or just the ever ending Never get there Message to a friend To just keep going When she ends it It is just another death You'll get on with it In the end Never friends. Never. Good I hate you Could you maybe Find me ugly? That's your money in my Every reaching corner Every angling cent And harsh presentations of Skin that's aging and Wages which haven't Coverage to front the Expenses, Crash diets Go broken Ugly cause you're course Everything fits But still empty on the inside I live in shredded Shambles of service But there's no gratitude My breath is only your own And this bread is my headache I haven't a sermon Or diamond Or unworthy Sex appeal And really only Ever off when Only ever on You're still demolishing the board You're still diminishing the severs Yet you neglected Each and every Crevice of this Never ending friendship— But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper For each and every person ever Just to wish one? Did it ever occur to you The circumstances you are under r Live for it Or get lost There's really only porridge in her oven If the gas or turning off or over Don't turn over now The resin's covered in the Corvette. Only cause I had to Sense when is it Blood sense. Get laid Don't flinch Get paid Gold finch Get reckless I call spirits north for dinner South for lunch And up for porridge at breakfast I've passed on I've been awake You're mortal girl The one you're on is Really only such a small pond That I should think To cover up With dirt. Start over. —and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games. Worst dream ever. But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me? I'm guessing he always was! He's people are just like that All conservative, conformed— Again, it's not your fault It's just uncomfortable! Again I only ever approached it wanting to know If the l broach l fits But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her— Probably don't even got the right number Code of arms Or helm of awe, huh. Fuck, man. When's Tonight Show in hiatus Need you off the island, off In Prague And out my anus, Don't remind me I've been Jamie Lee Curtis Just recently enough That I miss it. Ugh. I know, I resent that. Find a line to draw Or fly a kite past I'm past my reckoning Just for tonight, The suffering ends Surely not enough to past the time Before my electrolytes fly in But tonight Just tonight I want to dine in my mind Or die alone Without trying to find the light— The neighbor simply seems to follow it. (At least I got her ought to not slam the door now, Police interventions, There really are cause for those.) What is a warfare! Buy me a checkmark! My question mark seems to go off a lot All for it God, You're remarkable I gift a heart or though I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis? There those eyes are again; I hate to hurt you North; But I'm no mother board Or mother ship Or Mother Earth Broke my focus long enough to call you up, But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious. Nothing's safe for us, you know. One one to call; No code of conduct– No safety in numbers, or color guard No home, and no love in our times For our kind– We're all here now And the wrong time Is all time. {Enter The Multiverse} Do you see me? I don't not see you. Well. Well. I thought there'd be more having to say. There's nothing to say. Not nothing… Nothing. Huh. —unless you say it. I've nothing to say. Then say nothing. The frog croaks, The oak leafs, The custard leaves its corridors The hark leaps The oath melts, The sworn have sworn To never mark. To no remose, To no remark; The carrier, and carry her— The fierce need, For Vegabonds, For every caper read Amen. All is spoken; And all in thought also in words All is listened And all has heard not in her form Stiff. You're horrified. You're horrifying. Sure, but— Brother— Broken— Nothing that I've never heard before Capable. Half-friend. Northerner. Cape cod. Hamptons. Fair straights. Ancient. Sacred. R I T U A L S LEGENDS: R I T U A L S OH GOD. No! NO! NO! It just keeps going! Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over. You were invoked. I was implicated. Fun fact: Here's the thing. You were murdered. Ah, gains. Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens? Cause you don't. This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of— STEPHEN COLBERT enters. *shattered. Shithead. STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered. —I was shattered when I heard about it. What's that? Never you mind. I didn't— I just— asked. He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided. Capable. And still there's nowhere In here The city we share I can go To make the sound Eager to leave my soul As how I know you. Awkward! Just wait. You've been betrayed! I— know that already. Is this your card? {Enter The Multiverse} GET OFF THE TRAIN. — Lil bitz Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty. Why. You never look innocent at all. If something went down — I know it was you. Hide a lie; Can't hide a lie Can't tell a tell Can't roll the ball Can't bowl the strike Can't run at all Can't fool the hare Can't skin the cat Can't dance a bit Don't row the boat Can't play the role Don't know the tune Can't trim the tree Can't hold the bowl Can't kill the fowl Don't tell the tale. Hide a lie. Run a mile Taste the bile Fill the basket Now you're moron Now you're mortal That's immoral Jimmy Fallon —that's a turtle. Tell the lie. Hide the fold. Kill the curse; Sail the ark Fill the void Hate the gap Kill the king Tell the tale Tell a lie Hide the [The Festival Project ™] knife. In for life, or what? Info wars at most. Live to tell the tale? Learn to spike the punch Learn to punch the wall Lean up on the door Learn to most of all Shut the fuck up Keep your mouth shut I love New York Give the bad news Put a smile on Oh you gotta love it I get close to nothing once a month And then come back To pull the puffer out the dragon Goddammit what you want me for I learned another lesson Don't devour her All I wanted was Just a sour odor Give the last call I go heroin blind For heroine times And by the time it all gets darker I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in Permanent marker. ugh. Fuck you. Fuck The Doors. Fuck your chorus. Fuck your archer. Fuck, you found I. I all for her, Shoot the wombat; —But the door shuts on its own Without it getting harder, now. Don't it? Donut. i don't— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Okay. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Can I contour? Not even one episode Or epicenter Even for a lonely I got the warning For your magnitude before So what you want It's just a test Pacific coast Or night crawler Nightmare or Nightfall You swore you won't I do desire not a lover But a hand to hold And father for my own So. Shove it up your Probably want a I don't need disaster warning What you wanted Limoncello Light waves And light gave a damn I have a dance I cave to for And there you are Just a horrible oar, Now I row the boat But you don't disaster Nor could you decide to divorce her Even if I ever worked At Art gallery Organizers God, you wore her sweater Just to make it all seem rather backwards If perchance I ran my hand just over All the soft Love in the world Are you not a dozen roses? To far my flames I gave you my heart Flower Done moving Don't moon Did you really pay the neighbor Just to hate me Haven't you heard On our earth There's turf war? So far, white doves But no lost wolves, Poor pigeons, following Of course you were hard wired I hate not once But all times the hurt Each time I struck Sure I want for California And Equinox saunas And then no more do I run the tub! But for now as I soak and the roach prowls, I get my motion under the water, Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk? Likely or lite brawl Sire, You care to hard work But you desire awful I was right in all forms Now I die here Your knife and all you are Feels right as blood pours out I want but only suffer Your call could only burden My tie to fall a lark Cries Out In To Her Arms you fall and I desire I desire I now Have a heart to cry I died, sir. You won. How awful. Just a nugget of truth, This window of lies, A mask so broken And yet in the cracks there, my mirror My shadow My hard times Out to work And off to war And what you wanted No, not outside Inside love But nevermind that Now the blood pours out and sweet, I thank to this relief and finally Rest, I. No longer shall I mourn your love to not And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood And dear far cry, Dear boy you, Wait to know me in again another There came and withered and your force Now knows mine, Never end and tethered, There I wait, then Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in Your pure, Decency. I have strike and so wait my end; And you, go on, Now without my voice. A harp. Welcome to Ecuador. What are you doing here? I grow bananas. Every once in awhile I have you over For a cocktail Or five. Every night I tighten my eyes on you, Thoughts. Every space in time Is just a collar Dog A bark. Every time you call I still come over Though you do not want, I opposite. You see, You are time. I see you now, God. I feel your heart, I Can involve My lips quaking Your worried me My fall, right? Why— I belong in your eye, Why, Heart my home, I, Never go. Never not. Bullet to a gun For to wish I'm not awake And to dream though seek, I call And to worry Wishes swimming Thunder rolls and Hard I fall So wait and weather Weather storm And feather. You know I'm locked, and fault Too consumed by news cameras Noise tied around my, Neck your beck and call My battered back And there is she All I am not And movement, You controller Red and virtuous Are thy neither my friend, Nor foe, Nor narrow and the neck, dripping The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow Your wish is my make her I make thy for glory She the golden trophy, Truth, you will not with, These, you will decanter Encounter; or I slay you in my motion I say your name and sheild thy slain And there you are, a force And here she comes, a brain My greying matter; Your Tuesday, Wednesday She fears me not One, two, four blue eyes I'm nothing now Six blondes, four heartaches I rung, you wanted I eat, you shatter I starve, you know me Then in the waste My waist till not your honor And so, I go And she And she And she And she Eighty five and one divine But all are yours And yours are mine So then. We have killed her. And there, she lay slain, And ye, we rejoice And yet, we became To seize, none has not To breathe, yet remains— The truth comes our time, As body decays. Fuck. I don't think that was it. Nevermind. *fixed it . {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

This week, Scott sat down with his Lawfare colleagues Natalie Orpett, Kevin Frazier, and Tyler McBrien to talk through the week's big national security news stories, including:“Feeding Frenzy.” The crisis in Gaza has reached a new, desperate stage. Months of a near total blockade on humanitarian assistance has created an imminent risk, if not a reality, of mass starvation among Gazan civilians. And it finally has the world—including President Donald Trump—taking notice and putting pressure on the Israeli government to change tack, including by threatening to recognize a Palestinian state. Now the Israeli government appears to be giving an inch, allowing what experts maintain is the bare minimum level of aid necessary to avoid famine into the country and even pursuing a few (largely symbolic) airlifts, while allowing other states to do the same. But how meaningful is this shift? And what could it mean for the trajectory of the broader conflict?“Hey, It Beats an AI Inaction Plan.” After months of anticipation, the Trump administration finally released its “AI Action Plan” last week. And despite some serious reservations about its handling of “woke AI” and select other culture war issues, the plan has generally been met with cautious optimism. How should we feel about the AI Action Plan? And what does it tell us about the direction AI policy is headed?“Pleas and No Thank You.” Earlier this month, the D.C. Circuit upheld then-Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin's decision to nullify plea deals that several of the surviving 9/11 perpetrators had struck with those prosecuting them in the military commissions. How persuasive is the court's argument? And what does the decision mean for the future of the tribunals?In object lessons, Kevin highlighted a fascinating breakthrough from University of Texas engineers who developed over 1,500 AI-designed materials that can make buildings cooler and more energy efficient—an innovation that, coming from Texas, proves that necessity really is the mother of invention. Tyler took us on a wild ride into the world of Professional Bull Riders with a piece from The Baffler exploring the sport's current state and terrifying risks. Scott brought a sobering but essential read from the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace about how synthetic imagery and disinformation are shaping the Iran-Israel conflict. And Natalie recommended “Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead,” by Olga Tokarczuk, assuring us it's not nearly as murder-y as it sounds.Note: We will be on vacation next week but look forward to being back on August 13!To receive ad-free podcasts, become a Lawfare Material Supporter at www.patreon.com/lawfare. You can also support Lawfare by making a one-time donation at https://givebutter.com/lawfare-institute.Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/lawfare. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week, Scott sat down with his Lawfare colleagues Natalie Orpett, Kevin Frazier, and Tyler McBrien to talk through the week's big national security news stories, including:“Feeding Frenzy.” The crisis in Gaza has reached a new, desperate stage. Months of a near total blockade on humanitarian assistance has created an imminent risk, if not a reality, of mass starvation among Gazan civilians. And it finally has the world—including President Donald Trump—taking notice and putting pressure on the Israeli government to change tack, including by threatening to recognize a Palestinian state. Now the Israeli government appears to be giving an inch, allowing what experts maintain is the bare minimum level of aid necessary to avoid famine into the country and even pursuing a few (largely symbolic) airlifts, while allowing other states to do the same. But how meaningful is this shift? And what could it mean for the trajectory of the broader conflict?“Hey, It Beats an AI Inaction Plan.” After months of anticipation, the Trump administration finally released its “AI Action Plan” last week. And despite some serious reservations about its handling of “woke AI” and select other culture war issues, the plan has generally been met with cautious optimism. How should we feel about the AI Action Plan? And what does it tell us about the direction AI policy is headed?“Pleas and No Thank You.” Earlier this month, the D.C. Circuit upheld then-Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin's decision to nullify plea deals that several of the surviving 9/11 perpetrators had struck with those prosecuting them in the military commissions. How persuasive is the court's argument? And what does the decision mean for the future of the tribunals?In object lessons, Kevin highlighted a fascinating breakthrough from University of Texas engineers who developed over 1,500 AI-designed materials that can make buildings cooler and more energy efficient—an innovation that, coming from Texas, proves that necessity really is the mother of invention. Tyler took us on a wild ride into the world of Professional Bull Riders with a piece from The Baffler exploring the sport's current state and terrifying risks. Scott brought a sobering but essential read from the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace about how synthetic imagery and disinformation are shaping the Iran-Israel conflict. And Natalie recommended “Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead,” by Olga Tokarczuk, assuring us it's not nearly as murder-y as it sounds.Note: We will be on vacation next week but look forward to being back on August 13!To receive ad-free podcasts, become a Lawfare Material Supporter at www.patreon.com/lawfare. You can also support Lawfare by making a one-time donation at https://givebutter.com/lawfare-institute. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

¿Qué es eso de dejarte las emociones en casa? Cuando tienes un trabajo tan guapo como enseñarle música a la gente, quieres aprovechar cada oportunidad para enseñar cosas que abarquen todo el rango de emociones. Y hoy le ha tocado a la mala leche, así que empezamos con un poco de hardcore para soltar un poco... Ojo, que luego nos ponemos más palatables. Mira, mira:Turnstile - SLOWDIVESlope - 9/5Deez Nuts - I Hustle EverydayStray From The Path - Goodnight Alt-RightRise Of The Northstar - Sound Of WolvesRage Against The Machine - War Within a BreathGilipojazz - Relaciones MediantesHigh Fade - GossipFelix Martin - PajarilloSnarky Puppy - What About Me?Vulfpeck - Animal Spiritsunderscores - Locals (Girls like us) [with gabby start]Sum 41 - Underclass HeroNeck Deep - Take Me With YouBring Me The Horizon - MANTRALas Petunias - B0mb4Axolotes Mexicanos - EstanqueroAiko el grupo - ToroAlavedra - No me devuelvas la palabraElla La Rabia - YrueneBlowfuse - WishÀnteros - EspectrosBala - EquivocarmeBrigade Loco - Aurrera DoaNogato - Al otro lado del andénJeff Rosenstock - LIKED U BETTERPUP - ConcreteHot Mulligan - *Equip Sunglasses*saoirse dream - the lichKorn - Narcissistic Cannibal (feat. Skrillex & Kill the Noise)Pendulum - Crush - Devin Townsend RemixEscuchar audio

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

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

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

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

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

This is a preview — for the full episode, subscribe: https://newmodels.io https://patreon.com/newmodels https://newmodels.substack.com In advance of their new album SISTER—out Sept 12 via True Panther and Dirty Hit—EDM emo pop punk crunkcore electroclash dubstep screamo trance DJs, producers, and siblings Angel and Lulu AKA the @FrostChildren join NM to talk about making music in a memetically driven age. For more: https://frostchildren.xyz https://frostchildren.ffm.to/sister https://instagram.com/thefrostchildren Names cited: Above & Beyond, Adam Curtis, Addison Rae, Afrojack, All Time Low, Blood on the Dance Floor, Breathe Carolina, BryanStars, Brokencyde, Celine, Charli XCX, Fall Out Boy, Gerard Way, Gracie Abrams, Harmony Korine, I Set My Friends on Fire, Isabella Rossellini, Jane Remover, Jimmy Buffett, Kate Bush, Kim Petras, Lana Del Rey, Mac DeMarco, Marc Jacobs, margø, The Medic Droid, Mission of Burma, Miu Miu, Model/Actriz, Monstercat, Montez Press Radio, MTV Cribs, My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Oklou, Olivia Rodrigo, Owsla, Panic! At the Disco, Paper Magazine, Peter Gabriel, Pitbull, Porter Robinson, Sabrina Carpenter, Skrillex, The Smashing Pumpkins, Spring Breakers, The Sound, Stüssy, The 1975, True Panther, Vans Warped Tour, Virtual Riot, Vivaldi

Episode 81: Kevin Lyman. The Vans Warped Tour is the longest-running touring music festival in North America, drawing over 750,000 fans every summer at its peak. And it all started with one guy — Kevin Lyman. In this episode, we sit down in person with the man who turned parking lots into punk rock playgrounds, helped break some of the biggest names in music, and built a generation-defining cultural movement. Warped Tour was the first concert I ever went to at 13 years old, and a few years later, I was lucky enough to play the tour multiple times, including full runs, and again in 2010 with Skrillex. It was a big contributor in shaping my life. In this conversation, I finally got to ask Kevin everything I've wanted to know for years. We dive deep into: - How Kevin started Warped Tour from scratch - How he landed the sponsorship deal with Vans - The behind-the-scenes details that kept it running for 24 years - How he gave stages to artists like Sublime, No Doubt, Blink-182, Eminem, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore, Deftones, Katy Perry, The Used, Good Charlotte, New Found Glory, Sugar Ray, and MXPX - How legends like NOFX, Bad Religion, Rancid, Pennywise, and Less Than Jake helped anchor the tour - Why set times changed daily, were never announced in advance, and who set them - Working with Sublime, what Brad Nowell was like, and how Brad's death led Kevin to focus on helping people with recovery - Kevin's personal mission, values, and work ethic behind it all This 90-minute deep dive is the ultimate Warped Tour tell-all. We recorded it right after the first Warped Tour returned in Washington D.C. in July 2025 — with Long Beach and Florida still to come. Kevin Lyman is a punk rock pioneer, a cultural architect, and one of the most influential figures in live music. I'm honored to share this one with you. Here's my conversation with the amazing Kevin Lyman. Let's go!! ‘Go with Elmo Lovano' is a weekly podcast where Elmo interviews creatives and entrepreneurs in music on HOW they push forward every day, got where they are in their careers, manage their personal lives, and share lessons learned and their most important insights. (0:00:00) INTRO (0:05:04) WARPED TOUR 2025 D.C. (0:09:12) WARPED TOUR 1998 (0:12:30) WHY KEVIN CREATED WARPED TOUR (0:15:54) VANS (0:16:30) WARPED TOUR YEAR ONE (0:19:29) BLINK-182 (0:19:56) HOW VANS GOT INVOLVED (0:26:10) BECOMING PROFITABLE (0:28:06) CREATING DAILY SET TIMES (0:29:35) SET TIME LOTTERY (0:32:28) HOW TO SETUP WARPED TOUR (0:34:34) MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY (0:35:33) BRINGING FRIENDS ON STAGE, SKRILLEX (SONNY MOORE) (0:39:35) LEGENDARY BANDS (0:41:32) THE PUNKS (0:44:51) BLINK-182, TOUR BUS STORIES (0:50:06) KEVIN'S WARPED TOUR DAILY ROUTINE (0:54:16) SUBLIME (0:55:39) KICKING OUT SUBLIME IN 1995 (1:00:22) BRADLEY NOWELL (1:03:30) 2019 WARPED TOUR, BRINGING IT BACK IN 2025 (1:05:24) NOFX (1:07:19) NO DOUBT 1995 (1:08:23) CRAZY STORIES (1:10:05) KEVIN'S DREAM WARPED TOUR BILL (1:12:04) LONG BEACH 2025 (1:13:04) BIGGEST WARPED TOUR MOMENT, BECOMING A PROFESSOR (1:14:13) HOW TO WALK AWAY (1:17:53) HANDLING HEALTH (1:19:21) L.A. WILDFIRES (1:21:44) HOW TO SKIP THE 2025 WARPED TOUR LINE Please SUBSCRIBE / FOLLOW this podcast to catch new episodes as soon as they drop! Your likes, comments and shares are much appreciated!   Listen to the audio form of this podcast wherever you get your podcasts: https://elmolovano.komi.io/ Follow Mike: https://www.instagram.com/mikecaren/ Follow Go With Elmo: https://www.instagram.com/gowithelmo/ https://www.tiktok.com/@gowithelmo https://x.com/gowithelmopod Follow Elmo Lovano: https://Instagram.com/elmolovano https://x.com/elmolovano Follow Jammcard: https://www.youtube.com/@jammcard jammcard.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

01. Vini Vici - ID 02. Vini Vici - ID 03. W&W x Vini Vici - Chakra [MAINSTAGE (ARMADA)] 04. Fred again.. & Skrillex & Four Tet ft. Lil Baby - Baby Again.. [OWSLA] w/ Knock2 - dashstar*(Vini Vici Remix) [NIGHTMODE] 05. The Prodigy - Omen(Vini Vici Remix) [TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL] w/ Galantis - Runaway (U & I)(Acappella) [BIG BEAT (ATLANTIC)] 06. Hardwell & Vini Vici & MR.BLACK ft. Liquid Soul - Crazy People 07. Wiz Khalifa ft. Charlie Puth - See You Again(Vini Vici Remix) [ATLANTIC (WARNER MUSIC)] 08. Vini Vici - ID 09. Somnia x Prime Punk x DJ Wish - Takami [ALTEZA (SMASH THE HOUSE)] 10. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike & Vini Vici - Get In Trouble (So What) [SMASH THE HOUSE] w/ Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike & Vini Vici - Get In Trouble (So What)(LNY TNZ Remix) [SMASH THE HOUSE] 11. KAAZE ft. Alina Pozi - Papi(Vini Vici Remix) [SMASH THE HOUSE] 12. Space Frog feat. The Grim Reaper - X-Ray (Follow Me)(Vini Vici Remix) [TRIPOLI TRAX] 13. Gala - Freed From Desire [DO IT YOURSELF] 14. Vini Vici & Alien Project & G.M.S - ID 15. Vini Vici - The Tribe [IBOGA] w/ Darude - Sandstorm [NEO RECORDS] w/ Vini Vici - The Tribe [IBOGA] 16. Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody(Vini Vici Remix) [EMI UK] 17. Steve Aoki x Vini Vici - Wild [DIM MAK] 18. Tigerblind - Wildstyle(MR.BLACK Remix) [MAHOOL] 19. Giorgia Angiuli & Volcano On Mars & Vini Vici - All One [ALTEZA (SMASH THE HOUSE)] 20. Hi Profile vs. Armin van Buuren vs. Vini Vici ft. Hilight Tribe - The Ghost vs. Great Spirit(Vini Vici Mashup) [IBOGA] 21. Armin van Buuren vs. Vini Vici ft. Hilight Tribe - Great Spirit [ARMIND (ARMADA)] 22. Hi Profile - The Ghost [ALTEZA (SMASH THE HOUSE)] 23. Vini Vici & Tristan & Avalon - Music Is The Answer [ALTEZA (SMASH THE HOUSE)] w/ Igda & A.N.I. - Little Rave Planet 24. Travis Scott ft. Kendrick Lamar - Goosebumps(Vini Vici Remix) [EPIC] 25. Snap! - The Power(Vini Vici Remix) [ARISTA] 26. ID - ID w/ The Chemical Brothers - Block Rockin Beats(Acappella) [ASTRALWERKS (UMG)] 27. Kid Cudi ft. MGMT & Ratatat - Pursuit Of Happiness(Steve Aoki Remix / Vini Vici Edit) [REPUBLIC (UMG)] 28. ID - ID 29. W&W & Vini Vici - Rave Mozart [RAVE CULTURE] w/ W&W & Vini Vici - Rave Mozart [RAVE CULTURE]

In this episode of The XLNT Show, we sit down with Getter — the dubstep icon, genre-bending producer, and all-around creative force who's officially back and better than ever.We dive deep into his artistic evolution — from early viral bangers to the dark, emotional world of Visceral and the gritty rap persona Terror Reid. Getter opens up about the mental health struggles that led him to walk away from EDM, how he rediscovered his passion through rap, and why he's finally ready to return to heavy bass music with a new mindset and a new sound.Oh, and we also go full Chiliad mystery mode. Like… conspiracy-doc-level deep.⭐️ SUPPORT THE POD ⭐️ ➡️ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://bit.ly/thexlntshow⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⭐️ #1 Sample & Preset Packs [Use code "THEXLNTSHOW" for 10% off your next purchase] ⭐️ ➡️ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠bit.ly/XLNTSOUNDPACKS⭐️ BROSTEP VOL.1 OUT NOW! ⭐️ ➡️ https://bit.ly/XLNTBROSTEPInside the episode:The real reason Getter walked away from EDM — and what finally pulled him back inBuilding Terror Reid from scratch — and the strategic choices that made it a cult projectVisceral, backlash, and burnout — what really happened behind the scenesSkrillex, Suicideboys, and studio sessions that shaped his comebackWhy rap production saved his creativity — and what EDM producers can learn from itReconnecting with fans, mending old beefs, and planning the ultimate Getter × Terror Reid Red Rocks showThe Mount Chiliad mystery — yes, GTA V has a hidden storyline and Getter might be the only person who actually knows how to crack itIf you're a bass music fan, producer, or just someone who's followed Getter's wild ride through EDM and beyond — this one's for you. One of our most honest, hilarious, and mind-blowing episodes yet.Listen now and subscribe.

Eli Keszler joins me this week to talk about rethinking sound, space, and what it means to create music in an uncertain world. A lifelong percussionist, Eli's work has often explored the edges of rhythm and texture—dismantling traditional approaches and rebuilding them into something uniquely his own. Eli isn't just a percussionist who produces great albums though. A visual arist and a creative mentor who has collaborated with everyone from Oneohtrix Point Never to Laurel Halo to Skrillex. We talk about how his relationship with the studio has shifted over time, how working in film has expanded his compositional approach, and how speed and density in performance can create a strange kind of stillness. His new self-titled album on LuckyMe marks his eleventh solo release and reflects years of process, reflection, and experimentation.The conversation also opens out into something I‘m currently really interested in asking artists‘ opinions on: how the function of music itself is changing. As digital culture reshapes how we interact, consume, and listen, Eli reflects on the possibility that music might be returning to something more spiritual, more tactile—more connected to personal and communal practice than product. We talk about the idea of a “humanist retreat” from the frictionlessness of tech, and how creative work might serve as a space to resist or reimagine that drift.Listen to Eli Keszler's music:BandcampListen to Eli Keszler (2024):BandcampFollow Eli Keszler on Instagram: @eli_keszlerIf you enjoy Lost and Sound and want to help keep it thriving, the best way to support is simple: subscribe, leave a rating, and write a quick review on your favourite podcast platform. It really helps others find the show. You can do that here on Apple Podcasts or wherever you like to listen.Lost and Sound is sponsored by Audio-Technica – makers of beautifully engineered audio gear. Check them out here: Audio-TechnicaWant to go deeper? Grab a copy of my book Coming To Berlin, a journey through the city's creative underground, via Velocity Press.And if you're curious about Cold War-era subversion, check out my BBC documentary The Man Who Smuggled Punk Rock Across The Berlin Wall on the BBC World Service.You can also follow me on Instagram at @paulhanford for behind-the-scenes bits, guest updates, and whatever else is bubbling up.

I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Dying I woke up like this I woke up like this I woke up like this But a little different But a little different I woke up a star I woke up a star I woke up a star Then became a planet Then became a planet! I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird But I don't like flying dissappear. Set list Out West Nothing Left High Red Dawn Noah Apocalypse! Girl code code music A very petite Asian woman gets on the train I'm CHARLIEZE THERON Uh. Okay. CHARLIZE THERON, a shapeshifter has entered the multiverse. | yo why is Skrillex back in this show. SUNNI BLU YO FUCK YOU SKRILLEX I TOOK YOU OFF MY SHOW, YOURE NOT IN THIS SHOW. I am this show. Look, I'm Skrillex. But why. I k ow l Right. {Enter a the Multiverse} Yo where the fuck is this. this is “eventually” How did I get to ‘eventually' Everything always gets to eventually… “Eventually” I get it. Yeah. Better than “if” Yes it is. Okay. A general lack of emotion stifled I already learned to know you Want to know more But can't smile At all No Building your creative assets directly feeds into your larger vision. Let's adjust your schedule to account for this. This will make July 1st and 2nd your core focus on recordings, and we'll factor in your necessary two hours of exercise before heading into Manhattan. Revised Schedule Focus: July 1st & 2nd (Sound Collective & Exercise) Morning (Focus: Personal Well-being & Prep for Sound Collective) * 6:00 AM - 6:30 AM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 6:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Exercise Block (2 hours total) * 6:30 AM - 7:30 AM: Peloton (minimum 1 hour) * 7:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Run (1.15 miles), Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills) – combine these to hit your 2-hour target. * 8:30 AM - 9:00 AM: Shower, Quick Breakfast, & Prep for Manhattan Trip Late Morning / Afternoon (Focus: Sound Collective Recordings) * 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Travel to Sound Collective (Factor in travel time to Manhattan from Brooklyn). * 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM: Sound Collective Recordings (7 hours of focused work) * Dedicate this entire block to collecting as many sounds and recordings as possible from the instruments you don't have at home. This is your core mission for these two days. * Be efficient: Have a clear plan for what you want to record, set up quickly, and maximize your time on each instrument. * Bring any necessary hard drives or recording devices to capture everything. * Brief lunch/snack break built-in during this period to maintain energy. * 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Travel back home. Evening (Focus: Wind Down & Light Tasks) * 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner & Decompress from intense day. * 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Light Tasks / Flex Time (2 hours) * This is where you might fit in a bit of social media content creation/scheduling (since you're collecting new sounds, you'll have new material to tease). * Brief email check (focus on urgent items only, don't get sidetracked). * Organize recordings from the day: Quickly backup and label your new audio files. * 9:00 PM - 9:30 PM: Plan for the next day, particularly your Sound Collective objectives. * 9:30 PM - 10:00 PM: Wind Down * 10:00 PM: Bedtime Re-Prioritizing Beyond July 2nd: Once July 1st and 2nd are complete, your schedule will shift immediately to tackle the other critical priorities: * July 3rd, 4th, 5th (and potentially 6th & 7th if needed): Podcast Series Archiving (Hard Deadline: July 11th) * This becomes your absolute top priority immediately after Sound Collective. You have a tight window to get this done. Dedicate minimum 6-8 hour blocks to this daily until it's finished. * As discussed, meticulous documentation of dates and descriptions is crucial here. * Post-July 7th (or when podcast is done): Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment * As soon as the podcast archiving is complete, pivot to this. Prioritize securing that safe, quiet space outside your apartment to work on these sensitive documents. * Block out those 2-3 dedicated days for assembling the packets, going to the police station, and the Comptroller's office. * Ongoing Concurrent Tasks (Once Primary Deadlines are Met): * Finding a Stable Job: Dedicate 1-2 hours daily to applications, networking, and tailoring your resume. This is a consistent, foundational effort. * Assembling Pitch Packets for Series: Allocate specific blocks (e.g., 1-2 hours, 2-3 times a week) for research, outlining, and drafting core materials. * Rebranding -Ū.: Fit in 15-30 minute bursts for research into Apple Music visibility, name change analysis, and developing your rebranding strategy. * Mixtapes & DJ Sets: Once your core deadlines are met and you have your new Sound Collective recordings, you can integrate your 1-2 hours for this back into your daily routine. * Podcast Creation (daily 1 hour): This can also be reintroduced once the archiving is done and the legal packets are in progress. This revised plan ensures you hit your critical Sound Collective recording window while keeping your overall ambitious goals in sight. Remember to fuel yourself adequately and prioritize sleep during these intense days. You're tackling a lot, and your ability to adapt and prioritize is a strength. Here's your revised 7-day graveyard schedule, incorporating two 1-hour Peloton sessions daily: one after waking up and another low-impact session before bed for reviewing your sunrise mixtape. Important Notes for the Week: * Vary Gym Times: The 1-hour run and training slot between 11 PM and 3 AM remains flexible. Adjust it daily based on your assessment of when the gym is truly empty and when you feel safest. * Safety First: Given the stalking concerns, please continue to be highly vigilant. Vary your routes, be aware of your surroundings, and consider any additional safety measures recommended by the authorities or support organizations. Documenting incidents is crucial. * Amazon Fresh Delivery: I've kept the 2-hour Amazon Fresh delivery slot on Saturday. The exact timing might need slight adjustment based on Amazon Fresh's real-time slot availability. * Podcast Archiving Deadline: Keep the July 11th deadline for podcast archiving firmly in mind. This is your primary focus during the main "Core Music & Podcast Block." Graveyard Shift Schedule: July 3rd - July 9th Sunrise Times for NYC (approximate): * July 3rd: 5:29 AM * July 4th: 5:30 AM * July 5th: 5:30 AM * July 6th: 5:31 AM * July 7th: 5:31 AM * July 8th: 5:32 AM * July 9th: 5:33 AM Daily Template (July 3rd - July 9th) * 7:00 AM - 3:00 PM: Sleep * Prioritize deep, uninterrupted sleep. Use blackout curtains, earplugs, white noise. * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * Slowly wake up, drink water, have a light meal. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning - 1 hour) * Get your blood flowing with a Peloton session. * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Flex Time (1.5 hours) * This is your block for tasks like legal documents (Noise/Harassment packets - as soon as podcast archiving is done), organizing, emails (urgent only), job applications, assembling pitch packets. These tasks can tolerate some apartment noise. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner & Decompress * Prepare and eat a substantial meal. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Prep for Night / Mental Wind-Up (2 hours) * This is a flexible buffer before your intense creative work. You could use it for: * Planning for the night's music/podcast work. * Light social media content creation/scheduling. * Brief research for rebranding -Ū. (15-30 min bursts). * On grocery shopping day, this might overlap with delivery/unpacking. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Core Music & Podcast Block (2.5 hours) * Podcast Series Archiving: This is your absolute top priority. Dedicate significant time here. * Work on sound design, recording (if applicable at home), or Mixtapes/DJ sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM (or flexible between 11 PM - 3 AM): Gym (1 hour) * Run (1.15 miles) & Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills). * Crucially, vary this time daily within the 11 PM - 3 AM window. Assess the gym's emptiness and your safety each day. * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM (or immediately after gym): Shower & Post-Workout Fuel * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Extended Core Music & Podcast Block (3.5 hours) * Continue Podcast Series Archiving (this is where the bulk of your 6-8 hour daily archiving will happen). * Dive deep into Mixtapes & DJ Sets preparation. * Focus on other creative music work that requires quiet. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set * Gather your equipment and head to the rooftop/lounge. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set at Sunrise (1 hour) * Utilize this time for your DJ sets while the rooftop and lounge are most likely empty, catching the sunrise. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact - 1 hour) * A low-impact session to wind down and review your sunrise mixtape. * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down & Prep for Bed * Tidy up, put away equipment, and prepare for sleep. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime Specific Day Adjustments: Thursday, July 3rd: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning) * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet Review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Plan for Podcast Archiving, brief Rebranding research. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (main push). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Friday, July 4th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Job applications (1-2 hours). * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., slightly later). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Saturday, July 5th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Amazon Fresh Grocery Delivery & Unpacking (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (ensure you're making major progress towards July 11th). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Sunday, July 6th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Job applications / Networking. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Flex Time (Rebranding, light social media). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 12:00 AM - 1:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., later end of window). * 1:00 AM - 1:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Monday, July 7th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet work. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving (last full day before the 11th). * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (final push here if not done, or transition to Legal Packets). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Tuesday, July 8th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment (if podcast archiving is done). If not, continue podcast archiving. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Job applications. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Other core tasks. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Wednesday, July 9th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Rebranding -Ū. / Flex Time. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Half a mile at 5.4 miles per hour was harder on my little pink treadmill—but it was better than nothing and I still hadn't climbed upon the Peloton. The half hour or so episodes of The Studio seemed excruciatingly somehow longer than an hour of listening to my own voice to enjoy the ride— and though it was my second time watching it through, it was like watching it with different eyes and ears; rather than the spectacle of seeing something I absolutely loved for the first time, it was dissecting it, and taking it apart, much like I had spent my final hours at the sound collective doing so with music that I loved, or admired, I respected— taking a nearly $4,000 mixer and pulling sounds I liked apart, and namingly, Skrillex once again had set himself apart, because even in slowing down to nearly a stop and pitching to the absolute lowest frequency, there was a clear reminisce of the song in entirety actually seeming to even sit in another dimension itself— the highs, lows, and mids couldn't be filtered out at all; there was always some sort of shadow or projection of the complete song intact that seemed to be in another space. That alone almost sent me crawling back just to listen to the greatest of times as far as Skrillex was concerned or even mattered; actually, in fact, in reality, or in waking life on whatever planet I was on, and wherever realm I lived, he almost didn't; I almost actually thought more of the tiny and petite women that were constantly surrounding him than he himself; and actually, moreso, when I did think of him at all besides musically— It was instantly a sudden hell of women and perfect bodies and luxury culture than it was about whoever had been inside once, flitting away at these monumental catophronic sonic masterpieces only to be nibbled at and eaten away by what fame monster lurks for he who stumbles upon it— the narrow mindedness of it, in fact, they I will still a shallow soul, and a jealous woman, and so besides musically, Sonny didn't fit into the Skrillex for much more than a moment, especially as I was reverse engineering the equation with the answer given first and calculating by removing the algebraic quantities— still gasping for air at how, which I was sure we all were, only known to the world in the ways he very much never did share or teach the concept that would blossom this sort of anomoly in his craft, and thereby creating this power over all of us who dare to call ourselves producers, or engineers, and nevermind the flocks pretending to be or ever-reaching toward becoming that. In my listening back to my newly acquired sound banks, I realized this as the impossible. Anyhow, there remained galaxies of space and time between the words and the ways I myself stuck upon gold as subtle genius, but only in these ways and not the other and in that sense I was sure I'd been consumed by not one monster, but a family of them— swallowed whole by a rabbit hole of sorts that seems to split into a cosmic and gaping black one, sweeping everything with it that was and wasn't which remained to be a subtle force of waking doom; the reality that I was both all of these things, and also— wasn't. What are you drawing? Conclusions. Classic. Did you feast on the blood of your enemies today? No. Did you look into the face of danger? No. Well— what did you do today? I'm actually just waiting on this Amazon order. Wreckage! [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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Dying I woke up like this I woke up like this I woke up like this But a little different But a little different I woke up a star I woke up a star I woke up a star Then became a planet Then became a planet! I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird But I don't like flying dissappear. Set list Out West Nothing Left High Red Dawn Noah Apocalypse! Girl code code music A very petite Asian woman gets on the train I'm CHARLIEZE THERON Uh. Okay. CHARLIZE THERON, a shapeshifter has entered the multiverse. | yo why is Skrillex back in this show. SUNNI BLU YO FUCK YOU SKRILLEX I TOOK YOU OFF MY SHOW, YOURE NOT IN THIS SHOW. I am this show. Look, I'm Skrillex. But why. I k ow l Right. {Enter a the Multiverse} Yo where the fuck is this. this is “eventually” How did I get to ‘eventually' Everything always gets to eventually… “Eventually” I get it. Yeah. Better than “if” Yes it is. Okay. A general lack of emotion stifled I already learned to know you Want to know more But can't smile At all No Building your creative assets directly feeds into your larger vision. Let's adjust your schedule to account for this. This will make July 1st and 2nd your core focus on recordings, and we'll factor in your necessary two hours of exercise before heading into Manhattan. Revised Schedule Focus: July 1st & 2nd (Sound Collective & Exercise) Morning (Focus: Personal Well-being & Prep for Sound Collective) * 6:00 AM - 6:30 AM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 6:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Exercise Block (2 hours total) * 6:30 AM - 7:30 AM: Peloton (minimum 1 hour) * 7:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Run (1.15 miles), Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills) – combine these to hit your 2-hour target. * 8:30 AM - 9:00 AM: Shower, Quick Breakfast, & Prep for Manhattan Trip Late Morning / Afternoon (Focus: Sound Collective Recordings) * 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Travel to Sound Collective (Factor in travel time to Manhattan from Brooklyn). * 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM: Sound Collective Recordings (7 hours of focused work) * Dedicate this entire block to collecting as many sounds and recordings as possible from the instruments you don't have at home. This is your core mission for these two days. * Be efficient: Have a clear plan for what you want to record, set up quickly, and maximize your time on each instrument. * Bring any necessary hard drives or recording devices to capture everything. * Brief lunch/snack break built-in during this period to maintain energy. * 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Travel back home. Evening (Focus: Wind Down & Light Tasks) * 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner & Decompress from intense day. * 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Light Tasks / Flex Time (2 hours) * This is where you might fit in a bit of social media content creation/scheduling (since you're collecting new sounds, you'll have new material to tease). * Brief email check (focus on urgent items only, don't get sidetracked). * Organize recordings from the day: Quickly backup and label your new audio files. * 9:00 PM - 9:30 PM: Plan for the next day, particularly your Sound Collective objectives. * 9:30 PM - 10:00 PM: Wind Down * 10:00 PM: Bedtime Re-Prioritizing Beyond July 2nd: Once July 1st and 2nd are complete, your schedule will shift immediately to tackle the other critical priorities: * July 3rd, 4th, 5th (and potentially 6th & 7th if needed): Podcast Series Archiving (Hard Deadline: July 11th) * This becomes your absolute top priority immediately after Sound Collective. You have a tight window to get this done. Dedicate minimum 6-8 hour blocks to this daily until it's finished. * As discussed, meticulous documentation of dates and descriptions is crucial here. * Post-July 7th (or when podcast is done): Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment * As soon as the podcast archiving is complete, pivot to this. Prioritize securing that safe, quiet space outside your apartment to work on these sensitive documents. * Block out those 2-3 dedicated days for assembling the packets, going to the police station, and the Comptroller's office. * Ongoing Concurrent Tasks (Once Primary Deadlines are Met): * Finding a Stable Job: Dedicate 1-2 hours daily to applications, networking, and tailoring your resume. This is a consistent, foundational effort. * Assembling Pitch Packets for Series: Allocate specific blocks (e.g., 1-2 hours, 2-3 times a week) for research, outlining, and drafting core materials. * Rebranding -Ū.: Fit in 15-30 minute bursts for research into Apple Music visibility, name change analysis, and developing your rebranding strategy. * Mixtapes & DJ Sets: Once your core deadlines are met and you have your new Sound Collective recordings, you can integrate your 1-2 hours for this back into your daily routine. * Podcast Creation (daily 1 hour): This can also be reintroduced once the archiving is done and the legal packets are in progress. This revised plan ensures you hit your critical Sound Collective recording window while keeping your overall ambitious goals in sight. Remember to fuel yourself adequately and prioritize sleep during these intense days. You're tackling a lot, and your ability to adapt and prioritize is a strength. Here's your revised 7-day graveyard schedule, incorporating two 1-hour Peloton sessions daily: one after waking up and another low-impact session before bed for reviewing your sunrise mixtape. Important Notes for the Week: * Vary Gym Times: The 1-hour run and training slot between 11 PM and 3 AM remains flexible. Adjust it daily based on your assessment of when the gym is truly empty and when you feel safest. * Safety First: Given the stalking concerns, please continue to be highly vigilant. Vary your routes, be aware of your surroundings, and consider any additional safety measures recommended by the authorities or support organizations. Documenting incidents is crucial. * Amazon Fresh Delivery: I've kept the 2-hour Amazon Fresh delivery slot on Saturday. The exact timing might need slight adjustment based on Amazon Fresh's real-time slot availability. * Podcast Archiving Deadline: Keep the July 11th deadline for podcast archiving firmly in mind. This is your primary focus during the main "Core Music & Podcast Block." Graveyard Shift Schedule: July 3rd - July 9th Sunrise Times for NYC (approximate): * July 3rd: 5:29 AM * July 4th: 5:30 AM * July 5th: 5:30 AM * July 6th: 5:31 AM * July 7th: 5:31 AM * July 8th: 5:32 AM * July 9th: 5:33 AM Daily Template (July 3rd - July 9th) * 7:00 AM - 3:00 PM: Sleep * Prioritize deep, uninterrupted sleep. Use blackout curtains, earplugs, white noise. * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * Slowly wake up, drink water, have a light meal. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning - 1 hour) * Get your blood flowing with a Peloton session. * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Flex Time (1.5 hours) * This is your block for tasks like legal documents (Noise/Harassment packets - as soon as podcast archiving is done), organizing, emails (urgent only), job applications, assembling pitch packets. These tasks can tolerate some apartment noise. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner & Decompress * Prepare and eat a substantial meal. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Prep for Night / Mental Wind-Up (2 hours) * This is a flexible buffer before your intense creative work. You could use it for: * Planning for the night's music/podcast work. * Light social media content creation/scheduling. * Brief research for rebranding -Ū. (15-30 min bursts). * On grocery shopping day, this might overlap with delivery/unpacking. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Core Music & Podcast Block (2.5 hours) * Podcast Series Archiving: This is your absolute top priority. Dedicate significant time here. * Work on sound design, recording (if applicable at home), or Mixtapes/DJ sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM (or flexible between 11 PM - 3 AM): Gym (1 hour) * Run (1.15 miles) & Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills). * Crucially, vary this time daily within the 11 PM - 3 AM window. Assess the gym's emptiness and your safety each day. * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM (or immediately after gym): Shower & Post-Workout Fuel * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Extended Core Music & Podcast Block (3.5 hours) * Continue Podcast Series Archiving (this is where the bulk of your 6-8 hour daily archiving will happen). * Dive deep into Mixtapes & DJ Sets preparation. * Focus on other creative music work that requires quiet. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set * Gather your equipment and head to the rooftop/lounge. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set at Sunrise (1 hour) * Utilize this time for your DJ sets while the rooftop and lounge are most likely empty, catching the sunrise. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact - 1 hour) * A low-impact session to wind down and review your sunrise mixtape. * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down & Prep for Bed * Tidy up, put away equipment, and prepare for sleep. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime Specific Day Adjustments: Thursday, July 3rd: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning) * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet Review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Plan for Podcast Archiving, brief Rebranding research. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (main push). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Friday, July 4th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Job applications (1-2 hours). * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., slightly later). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Saturday, July 5th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Amazon Fresh Grocery Delivery & Unpacking (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (ensure you're making major progress towards July 11th). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Sunday, July 6th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Job applications / Networking. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Flex Time (Rebranding, light social media). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 12:00 AM - 1:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., later end of window). * 1:00 AM - 1:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Monday, July 7th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet work. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving (last full day before the 11th). * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (final push here if not done, or transition to Legal Packets). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Tuesday, July 8th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment (if podcast archiving is done). If not, continue podcast archiving. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Job applications. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Other core tasks. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Wednesday, July 9th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Rebranding -Ū. / Flex Time. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Half a mile at 5.4 miles per hour was harder on my little pink treadmill—but it was better than nothing and I still hadn't climbed upon the Peloton. The half hour or so episodes of The Studio seemed excruciatingly somehow longer than an hour of listening to my own voice to enjoy the ride— and though it was my second time watching it through, it was like watching it with different eyes and ears; rather than the spectacle of seeing something I absolutely loved for the first time, it was dissecting it, and taking it apart, much like I had spent my final hours at the sound collective doing so with music that I loved, or admired, I respected— taking a nearly $4,000 mixer and pulling sounds I liked apart, and namingly, Skrillex once again had set himself apart, because even in slowing down to nearly a stop and pitching to the absolute lowest frequency, there was a clear reminisce of the song in entirety actually seeming to even sit in another dimension itself— the highs, lows, and mids couldn't be filtered out at all; there was always some sort of shadow or projection of the complete song intact that seemed to be in another space. That alone almost sent me crawling back just to listen to the greatest of times as far as Skrillex was concerned or even mattered; actually, in fact, in reality, or in waking life on whatever planet I was on, and wherever realm I lived, he almost didn't; I almost actually thought more of the tiny and petite women that were constantly surrounding him than he himself; and actually, moreso, when I did think of him at all besides musically— It was instantly a sudden hell of women and perfect bodies and luxury culture than it was about whoever had been inside once, flitting away at these monumental catophronic sonic masterpieces only to be nibbled at and eaten away by what fame monster lurks for he who stumbles upon it— the narrow mindedness of it, in fact, they I will still a shallow soul, and a jealous woman, and so besides musically, Sonny didn't fit into the Skrillex for much more than a moment, especially as I was reverse engineering the equation with the answer given first and calculating by removing the algebraic quantities— still gasping for air at how, which I was sure we all were, only known to the world in the ways he very much never did share or teach the concept that would blossom this sort of anomoly in his craft, and thereby creating this power over all of us who dare to call ourselves producers, or engineers, and nevermind the flocks pretending to be or ever-reaching toward becoming that. In my listening back to my newly acquired sound banks, I realized this as the impossible. Anyhow, there remained galaxies of space and time between the words and the ways I myself stuck upon gold as subtle genius, but only in these ways and not the other and in that sense I was sure I'd been consumed by not one monster, but a family of them— swallowed whole by a rabbit hole of sorts that seems to split into a cosmic and gaping black one, sweeping everything with it that was and wasn't which remained to be a subtle force of waking doom; the reality that I was both all of these things, and also— wasn't. What are you drawing? Conclusions. Classic. Did you feast on the blood of your enemies today? No. Did you look into the face of danger? No. Well— what did you do today? I'm actually just waiting on this Amazon order. Wreckage! [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Dying I woke up like this I woke up like this I woke up like this But a little different But a little different I woke up a star I woke up a star I woke up a star Then became a planet Then became a planet! I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird I'm a hummingbird But I don't like flying dissappear. Set list Out West Nothing Left High Red Dawn Noah Apocalypse! Girl code code music A very petite Asian woman gets on the train I'm CHARLIEZE THERON Uh. Okay. CHARLIZE THERON, a shapeshifter has entered the multiverse. | yo why is Skrillex back in this show. SUNNI BLU YO FUCK YOU SKRILLEX I TOOK YOU OFF MY SHOW, YOURE NOT IN THIS SHOW. I am this show. Look, I'm Skrillex. But why. I k ow l Right. {Enter a the Multiverse} Yo where the fuck is this. this is “eventually” How did I get to ‘eventually' Everything always gets to eventually… “Eventually” I get it. Yeah. Better than “if” Yes it is. Okay. A general lack of emotion stifled I already learned to know you Want to know more But can't smile At all No Building your creative assets directly feeds into your larger vision. Let's adjust your schedule to account for this. This will make July 1st and 2nd your core focus on recordings, and we'll factor in your necessary two hours of exercise before heading into Manhattan. Revised Schedule Focus: July 1st & 2nd (Sound Collective & Exercise) Morning (Focus: Personal Well-being & Prep for Sound Collective) * 6:00 AM - 6:30 AM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 6:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Exercise Block (2 hours total) * 6:30 AM - 7:30 AM: Peloton (minimum 1 hour) * 7:30 AM - 8:30 AM: Run (1.15 miles), Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills) – combine these to hit your 2-hour target. * 8:30 AM - 9:00 AM: Shower, Quick Breakfast, & Prep for Manhattan Trip Late Morning / Afternoon (Focus: Sound Collective Recordings) * 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Travel to Sound Collective (Factor in travel time to Manhattan from Brooklyn). * 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM: Sound Collective Recordings (7 hours of focused work) * Dedicate this entire block to collecting as many sounds and recordings as possible from the instruments you don't have at home. This is your core mission for these two days. * Be efficient: Have a clear plan for what you want to record, set up quickly, and maximize your time on each instrument. * Bring any necessary hard drives or recording devices to capture everything. * Brief lunch/snack break built-in during this period to maintain energy. * 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Travel back home. Evening (Focus: Wind Down & Light Tasks) * 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner & Decompress from intense day. * 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Light Tasks / Flex Time (2 hours) * This is where you might fit in a bit of social media content creation/scheduling (since you're collecting new sounds, you'll have new material to tease). * Brief email check (focus on urgent items only, don't get sidetracked). * Organize recordings from the day: Quickly backup and label your new audio files. * 9:00 PM - 9:30 PM: Plan for the next day, particularly your Sound Collective objectives. * 9:30 PM - 10:00 PM: Wind Down * 10:00 PM: Bedtime Re-Prioritizing Beyond July 2nd: Once July 1st and 2nd are complete, your schedule will shift immediately to tackle the other critical priorities: * July 3rd, 4th, 5th (and potentially 6th & 7th if needed): Podcast Series Archiving (Hard Deadline: July 11th) * This becomes your absolute top priority immediately after Sound Collective. You have a tight window to get this done. Dedicate minimum 6-8 hour blocks to this daily until it's finished. * As discussed, meticulous documentation of dates and descriptions is crucial here. * Post-July 7th (or when podcast is done): Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment * As soon as the podcast archiving is complete, pivot to this. Prioritize securing that safe, quiet space outside your apartment to work on these sensitive documents. * Block out those 2-3 dedicated days for assembling the packets, going to the police station, and the Comptroller's office. * Ongoing Concurrent Tasks (Once Primary Deadlines are Met): * Finding a Stable Job: Dedicate 1-2 hours daily to applications, networking, and tailoring your resume. This is a consistent, foundational effort. * Assembling Pitch Packets for Series: Allocate specific blocks (e.g., 1-2 hours, 2-3 times a week) for research, outlining, and drafting core materials. * Rebranding -Ū.: Fit in 15-30 minute bursts for research into Apple Music visibility, name change analysis, and developing your rebranding strategy. * Mixtapes & DJ Sets: Once your core deadlines are met and you have your new Sound Collective recordings, you can integrate your 1-2 hours for this back into your daily routine. * Podcast Creation (daily 1 hour): This can also be reintroduced once the archiving is done and the legal packets are in progress. This revised plan ensures you hit your critical Sound Collective recording window while keeping your overall ambitious goals in sight. Remember to fuel yourself adequately and prioritize sleep during these intense days. You're tackling a lot, and your ability to adapt and prioritize is a strength. Here's your revised 7-day graveyard schedule, incorporating two 1-hour Peloton sessions daily: one after waking up and another low-impact session before bed for reviewing your sunrise mixtape. Important Notes for the Week: * Vary Gym Times: The 1-hour run and training slot between 11 PM and 3 AM remains flexible. Adjust it daily based on your assessment of when the gym is truly empty and when you feel safest. * Safety First: Given the stalking concerns, please continue to be highly vigilant. Vary your routes, be aware of your surroundings, and consider any additional safety measures recommended by the authorities or support organizations. Documenting incidents is crucial. * Amazon Fresh Delivery: I've kept the 2-hour Amazon Fresh delivery slot on Saturday. The exact timing might need slight adjustment based on Amazon Fresh's real-time slot availability. * Podcast Archiving Deadline: Keep the July 11th deadline for podcast archiving firmly in mind. This is your primary focus during the main "Core Music & Podcast Block." Graveyard Shift Schedule: July 3rd - July 9th Sunrise Times for NYC (approximate): * July 3rd: 5:29 AM * July 4th: 5:30 AM * July 5th: 5:30 AM * July 6th: 5:31 AM * July 7th: 5:31 AM * July 8th: 5:32 AM * July 9th: 5:33 AM Daily Template (July 3rd - July 9th) * 7:00 AM - 3:00 PM: Sleep * Prioritize deep, uninterrupted sleep. Use blackout curtains, earplugs, white noise. * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * Slowly wake up, drink water, have a light meal. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning - 1 hour) * Get your blood flowing with a Peloton session. * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Flex Time (1.5 hours) * This is your block for tasks like legal documents (Noise/Harassment packets - as soon as podcast archiving is done), organizing, emails (urgent only), job applications, assembling pitch packets. These tasks can tolerate some apartment noise. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner & Decompress * Prepare and eat a substantial meal. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Prep for Night / Mental Wind-Up (2 hours) * This is a flexible buffer before your intense creative work. You could use it for: * Planning for the night's music/podcast work. * Light social media content creation/scheduling. * Brief research for rebranding -Ū. (15-30 min bursts). * On grocery shopping day, this might overlap with delivery/unpacking. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Core Music & Podcast Block (2.5 hours) * Podcast Series Archiving: This is your absolute top priority. Dedicate significant time here. * Work on sound design, recording (if applicable at home), or Mixtapes/DJ sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM (or flexible between 11 PM - 3 AM): Gym (1 hour) * Run (1.15 miles) & Strength Training (Kettlebells, Squats, Boxing/MMA drills). * Crucially, vary this time daily within the 11 PM - 3 AM window. Assess the gym's emptiness and your safety each day. * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM (or immediately after gym): Shower & Post-Workout Fuel * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Extended Core Music & Podcast Block (3.5 hours) * Continue Podcast Series Archiving (this is where the bulk of your 6-8 hour daily archiving will happen). * Dive deep into Mixtapes & DJ Sets preparation. * Focus on other creative music work that requires quiet. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set * Gather your equipment and head to the rooftop/lounge. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set at Sunrise (1 hour) * Utilize this time for your DJ sets while the rooftop and lounge are most likely empty, catching the sunrise. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact - 1 hour) * A low-impact session to wind down and review your sunrise mixtape. * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down & Prep for Bed * Tidy up, put away equipment, and prepare for sleep. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime Specific Day Adjustments: Thursday, July 3rd: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning) * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet Review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Plan for Podcast Archiving, brief Rebranding research. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (main push). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Friday, July 4th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Job applications (1-2 hours). * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., slightly later). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Saturday, July 5th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet review. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Amazon Fresh Grocery Delivery & Unpacking (2 hours). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (ensure you're making major progress towards July 11th). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Sunday, July 6th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Job applications / Networking. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Flex Time (Rebranding, light social media). * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving. * 12:00 AM - 1:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness, e.g., later end of window). * 1:00 AM - 1:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Monday, July 7th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Paperwork / Legal Packet work. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Assembling Pitch Packets. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Podcast Archiving (last full day before the 11th). * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Podcast Archiving (final push here if not done, or transition to Legal Packets). * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Tuesday, July 8th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment (if podcast archiving is done). If not, continue podcast archiving. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Job applications. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Other core tasks. * 11:30 PM - 12:30 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:30 AM - 1:00 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 1:00 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Wednesday, July 9th: * Morning/Day: Sleep (7:00 AM - 3:00 PM) * 3:00 PM - 3:30 PM: Wake Up & Hydrate. * 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Peloton (Morning). * 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: PRIORITY: Legal Packets for Noise/Harassment. * 6:00 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner. * 6:30 PM - 8:30 PM: Rebranding -Ū. / Flex Time. * 8:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 11:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Gym Time (adjust based on emptiness). * 12:00 AM - 12:30 AM: Shower & Fuel. * 12:30 AM - 4:00 AM: Legal Packets / Mixtapes & DJ Sets. * 4:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Prep for DJ Set. * 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM: DJ Set. * 5:30 AM - 6:30 AM: Peloton (Low Impact). * 6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Wind Down. * 7:00 AM: Bedtime. Half a mile at 5.4 miles per hour was harder on my little pink treadmill—but it was better than nothing and I still hadn't climbed upon the Peloton. The half hour or so episodes of The Studio seemed excruciatingly somehow longer than an hour of listening to my own voice to enjoy the ride— and though it was my second time watching it through, it was like watching it with different eyes and ears; rather than the spectacle of seeing something I absolutely loved for the first time, it was dissecting it, and taking it apart, much like I had spent my final hours at the sound collective doing so with music that I loved, or admired, I respected— taking a nearly $4,000 mixer and pulling sounds I liked apart, and namingly, Skrillex once again had set himself apart, because even in slowing down to nearly a stop and pitching to the absolute lowest frequency, there was a clear reminisce of the song in entirety actually seeming to even sit in another dimension itself— the highs, lows, and mids couldn't be filtered out at all; there was always some sort of shadow or projection of the complete song intact that seemed to be in another space. That alone almost sent me crawling back just to listen to the greatest of times as far as Skrillex was concerned or even mattered; actually, in fact, in reality, or in waking life on whatever planet I was on, and wherever realm I lived, he almost didn't; I almost actually thought more of the tiny and petite women that were constantly surrounding him than he himself; and actually, moreso, when I did think of him at all besides musically— It was instantly a sudden hell of women and perfect bodies and luxury culture than it was about whoever had been inside once, flitting away at these monumental catophronic sonic masterpieces only to be nibbled at and eaten away by what fame monster lurks for he who stumbles upon it— the narrow mindedness of it, in fact, they I will still a shallow soul, and a jealous woman, and so besides musically, Sonny didn't fit into the Skrillex for much more than a moment, especially as I was reverse engineering the equation with the answer given first and calculating by removing the algebraic quantities— still gasping for air at how, which I was sure we all were, only known to the world in the ways he very much never did share or teach the concept that would blossom this sort of anomoly in his craft, and thereby creating this power over all of us who dare to call ourselves producers, or engineers, and nevermind the flocks pretending to be or ever-reaching toward becoming that. In my listening back to my newly acquired sound banks, I realized this as the impossible. Anyhow, there remained galaxies of space and time between the words and the ways I myself stuck upon gold as subtle genius, but only in these ways and not the other and in that sense I was sure I'd been consumed by not one monster, but a family of them— swallowed whole by a rabbit hole of sorts that seems to split into a cosmic and gaping black one, sweeping everything with it that was and wasn't which remained to be a subtle force of waking doom; the reality that I was both all of these things, and also— wasn't. What are you drawing? Conclusions. Classic. Did you feast on the blood of your enemies today? No. Did you look into the face of danger? No. Well— what did you do today? I'm actually just waiting on this Amazon order. Wreckage! [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Hailing from Sydney, Australia, PhaseOne's distinct sound (a unique blend of hard-hitting Bass Music infused with Metal) quickly found him a niche in the hardline EDM landscape. His music has been described as “a symphony of filth”, and boy are they not wrong. As a producer, guitarist, and songwriter PhaseOne expertly crafts a “metal meets electronic” sound that not only defies genres but has earned him multiple number 1s, and millions of streams globally. PhaseOne's DJ performances bring unmatched energy to the stage; it's a show he's toured extensively in global markets including North America, South America, Europe, Australia, the Asia Pacific region, the Middle East, and Europe, playing sold-out headline shows and festivals such as Tomorrowland, EDC, Rampage and Lost Lands, with some of the biggest names in electronic music. His music is loved and supported by artists such as Skrillex, Illenium, Slander, and Excision. PhaseOne Links   Mr. Bill's Links

Hocus Focus Mix met Far East Movement, Groove Armada, Nicky Romero, The Shapeshifters, Usher, Pitbull, Fred again.., Skrillex, Four Tet & Duffy

Vancouver-based transfemme artist So Sus is a rising force in experimental bass music, known for merging emotive soundscapes with hard-hitting, dancefloor-ready energy. With releases on some of electronic music's most respected labels—including Monstercat, Deadbeats, Bitbird, Subsidia, Jadu Dala, and Alter/Ego—So Sus has carved out a signature sound that's as innovative as it is unforgettable.  Her career highlights include a Juno Award nomination for Dance Recording of the Year in 2021 for her debut, EP Voices, and winning Electronic Artist of the Year at the Western Canadian Music Awards the same year. Her 2022 Genesis EP, a collaboration with Hex Cougar, Pauline Herr, and Sejo, has amassed millions of streams across platforms and continues to resonate with fans worldwide. In 2024, So Sus joined Wreckno on their Party Girl Tour and performed alongside Mersiv for his Mersiv Beach show, further solidifying her status as a dynamic live performer.  So Sus' productions have earned support from some of the biggest names in the industry, including Skrillex, Excision, Alison Wonderland, The Chainsmokers, RL Grime, Zeds Dead, and Illenium. Her music is a staple in high-energy DJ sets, bridging experimental artistry with mainstream appeal.  On stage, So Sus brings an electrifying presence, captivating audiences at top-tier festivals and events such as Shambhala Music Festival, Deadbeats showcases, Monstercat Compound, FVDED in the Park, Rifflandia, Treefort, Goldrush AZ, SXSW, and more. She has shared the stage with celebrated acts like Zeds Dead, Levity, Hamdi, Imanu, Jon Casey, UZ, Krewella, and Of The Trees, demonstrating her versatility and appeal across diverse audiences. To learn more visit: https://www.sosusmusic.com/

Louis The Child are spinning fire this week on #PlaygroundRadio, featuring tracks from Oliver Dollar, Duke Dumont, Diko Junkie, SHEE, Atura, ZULAN and more! 01. Alan Fitzpatrick, Patrice Rushen - Haven't You Heard (Fitzy's Fully Charged Mix) 02. Disko Junkie - I Like To Party 03. kryptogram - How Long Have You Been Away 04. Junior Jack - My Feeling (Daddy's Prime Time Edit) 05. Duke Dumont - I Need You Now 06. Oliver Dollar - Doin' Ya Thang 07. Cavi - F The Disco 08. Set The Roof (Chopsoe Flip) 09. Skrillex, Loco Dice - Heavy Heart (Broken Future Edit) 10. Atura - LIKE THIS 11. Lockerz - Comeback 12. SHEE - Funk Forever 13. Lockerz - Music Sounds Be^er Dub 14. Earth N Days - Just Be Good To Me 15. Never Dull - Turning You On 16. 1tbsp, Meth Math - Wet Peak Stars 17. ZULAN - Campeón

Blending elements of house, techno, and future grooves, every track and set is crafted to awaken movement and connect souls through sound. ⚡️Like the Show? Click the [Repost] ↻ button so more people can hear it!

NAST mixes EDM, soul and hiphop with smooth transitions between genres! Perfect for parties, workouts or just vibing out! 0:00 Le Freak (Oliver Heldens Remix) - Chic 1:20 Make Me Believe Deluxe - Diplo & Mele 2:20 Life (SLATIN Remix) - Hollaphonic 3:14 Am I Wrong (Rey Santana Afro House remix) - Nico & Vinz 4:30 Sao Paulo (J Rhythm & BPM Create Remix) - The Weeknd ft Anitta 5:47 Give It To ME (Borgore & Maahez Remix) - Timbaland & Nelly Furtado 7:15 Midnight Hour - Boyz Noize & Skrillex ft Ty Dolla Sign 8:50 Gypsy Woman (Victor Polo Edit) - Crystal Waters 10:18 What's Luv (Ben Rainey & AKEY Remix) - Fat Joe 12:19 Don't Cha (Martial Simon & Zillionaire Remix) 13:20 Rolling In The Deep (Rivas VIP Edit) - Adele 15:25 Rhythm Is A Dancer - Breathe Carolina & Dropgun ft Kaleena Zanders 17:19 DRUMS vs Oye Mi Canto (Los Padres Mashup) 18:40 Time - Swedish House Mafia ft Mapei

Bass Legacy SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/3owFKFifJrb7zSJ2jV Instagram https://www.instagram.com/basslegacyofc?igsh=bWtwNDhvaHczYjIx Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Niyo2ivMEnG6ae1iJmw6Q City Props SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/1hjs935mYF18i3btqB Instagram https://www.instagram.com/maxedoutcrew?igsh=MWZycWtwbmc4a2drdg%3D%3D&utm_source=qr ⚡️Like the Show? Click the [Repost] ↻ button so more people can hear it!

Dom Dolla- Dreamin' (Saber X Satos X Silano Remix) - W/ Chris Lake, Abel Balder - Ease My Mind (Acapella) Jaden Bojsen vs. Danny Avila vs. Tujamo x TV Noise - Let's Go x YES B!TCH x Ravers (Kastra Edit) Cedric Gervais & SICK INDIVIDUALS - Feel Better - W/ HUGEL & Diplo Ft. Malou & Yuna - Forever (Acapella) - W/ Chappell Roan - The Giver (Acapella) Morgan Wallen & Post Malone vs. Audien - I Ain't Comin' Back (Kastra _Living In Color_ Edit) The Naked & Famous - Young Blood (Kastra Remix) Ed Sheeran vs. Shawn Magda - Azizam (Kastra Diving In Edit) Gigi Perez - Sailor Song (The Chainsmokers x Twinsick Remix) David Guetta & Afrojack - Raving Mau P vs. Marlon Hoffs x Fisher - It's That Merther Time (Pat C Mashup) LISA, RAYE & Doja Cat vs. Viiq, Kiral, Todd Stucky - Born Again (Kastra _Touch Ground_ Edit) Lady Gaga - Abracadabra (Kastra Remix) James Hype - Don't Wake Me Up Kastra x Dani King - I Can't Stop Don Diablo & Sandro Cavazza - Young Again - w/Tiesto x Rafael Cerato & Laherte Ft. Astrid James - Get Naughty (Acapella) Anyma & Ellie Goulding vs. Nostalgix - Hypnotized (Kastra _Power_ Edit) Ownboss, Sevek x Relanium & Deen West x ASAP Ferg x Cloonee, Young M.A & InntRaw - Stephanie x Work (DJ Arman Aveiru 'Move Your Body' Edit) BL3SS & CamrinWatsin vs. OWNBOSS, Sevek vs. HEADER - Kisses (Kastra _Move Your Body_ Edit) Gotye, SidePiece vs. Doechii - Somebody I Used To Know x Anxiety - w/FISHER & Flowdan - Boost Up (Acapella) PAWSA & Adventures of Stevie V x Bingo Players - Dirty Cash x Devotion (Rudeejay & Da Brozz Bootleg) Britney Spears x Steve Aoki x Kaaze x ROSE - APT (DJ Arman Aveiru 'Toxic' Edit) Vicetone, Kastra x Hozier - Too Sweet Astronomia (DanFX Mashup) DJ Kuba & Neitan x Princess Superstar - Perfect (DJ Arman Aveiru 'Cream' Edit) Phoenix - 1901 (Kastra Remix) Dom Dolla x Kid Cudi - Forever (Kastra Remix) Olive Oil, Dario Valli, and Mike Macaluso vs. Eli Brown - Final Chapter (Kastra _Be The One_ Edit) John Summit, Inz - Light Years Avicii x Skrillex x Sikdope & ZOOTAH - Levels (Angelo The Kid 'Giving You' Edit) Lola Young - Messy (The Chainsmokers Remix) Nelly Furtado vs. Almero & Paul Green - Say It Right (Kastra _Under My Body_ Edit) Calvin Harris - Blessings (MBP Edit) The Weeknd - Timeless (Joe Maz Remix) Alex Warren vs. M83, Rave Republic - Ordinary (Kastra _Midnight City_ Edit) CHRYSTAL, Notion vs. Knock2 - The Days (Kastra _feel u luv me_ Edit) Teddy Swims vs. Medun - Bad Dreams (Kastra _Safe & Sound_ Edit) David Guetta ft. Sia - Beautiful People (AFROJACK & Ame Remix) Lorde - What Was That (Coastr. X Leondis Remix) Tate McCrae - Sports Car (Telykast Remix) Drake vs. Constantin - NOKIA (Kastra _Drive_ Edit) Kendrick Lamar vs. Jack Wins, SQUAD - tv off (Kastra _Us_ Edit) KSHMR x David Guetta - Forever Young Satisfaction (DanFX Mashup) John Summit x The XX x Sebastion Ingrosso & Tommy Trash - Where You Are x Intro x Reload (Kastra Edit)

NGHTMRE goes Back To Back once again! He talks to Willy about his upcoming album "Mindfull", working with the next generation of producers, reuniting with ASAP Ferg, making D&B that doesn't sound American, handling your business, what goes into planning a live show, writing camps, attention spans, being terminally chill, compare and despair, the Skrillex co-sign at Ultra, making the 10 Years Of NGHTMRE book & lots more!   NGHTMRE: https://nghtmre.com Willy Joy: http://linktr.ee/willyjoy   PROTECT REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS: https://abortionfunds.org/funds/ https://www.prochoiceamerica.org/ https://www.sistersong.net/  

May 13,  2025 - We've got a quick episode this week going over some fun news surrounding sports, Denver, and CO's potential new passenger railway! Make sure you subscribe to the newsletter at realgooddenver.com for all of this week's events! Follow WDG: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8u8GmvBi6th6LOOMCuwJKw Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/whats_good_denver/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@whatsgooddenver   Do you have a Denver event, cause, opening, or recommendation that you want to share with us? We want to hear from you! Tell us what's good at tom@kitcaster.com.   Troy's sports hot takes: Jason Tatum is done for the season The NBA Draft Lottery NBA Championship Odds   Railway News: Front Range Passenger Rail Project   Events:  Whiskey Throwdown & Doughnut Showdown @ RiNo Art Park Denver Fashion Week Skrillex 5 Hour Set @ Red Rocks Red Rocks Schedule Our Sponsor: Kitcaster Podcast Agency Music produced by Troy Higgins Goodboytroy.com  

Back to back musicals, you'd think this is a themed month like 'Musical May'. Get ready for an ace-awesome episode that you will totally get a toner over when hearing Brandon and Lukas' sexy voices. Is this movie more a musical or sports film? What would acapella Skrillex dubstep sound like? And have either of us projectile vomited? Tune in this week to find out all this and more, but only on "The Good, The Bad, & The Movies"!P.S. Check out these links to stay connected with TGTBTMDiscord: https://discord.gg/rKuMYcKvYouTube: https://youtu.be/zbE9zF_vz4o

21-year-old Eli Costa, aka kstko, a Los Angeles transplant from Western Washington, celebrates his new track ‘UH HUH!' with a fast paced mix that blends dubstep, trap, bass house, and other influences. Get ready for a wild 60-minute ride featuring tracks from artists like Chief Keef, Fred again.., Isoxo, Skrillex, and kstko's originals, remixes, and loads of fresh IDs.

In Episode 66 of the I'M PEAKING Podcast, we hung out with live looping wizard himself, Brandon Martinez (aka LAERZ) and asked the question—is music better live?? We also recapped the crazy Ultra Miami weather this year, found out LAERZ used to hate music festivals (yes, seriously), and talked about the chaotic vibes at Beyond, from pickpockets to almost-lost phones. We also freaked out over Skrillex dropping a new album and got TWO spontaneous live EDM performances from LAERZ right in the studio. He shared how he got started doing his viral looping sets, talked about performing in wild spots like Dubai and Moonscape Overlook, and we even discussed the rise of scenic audiovisual sets from artists like KREAM under Liquid Labs. One of the most musically impressive and fun episodes we've had in a minute—you don't wanna miss it!!

Alison drops new music from RemK, Kaskade, Wooli, Skrillex, Wuki, Levity and many more!Don't forget to rate & review on all of your favorite podcast apps! Post your comments on twitter @awonderland #RADIOWONDERLANDTracklist:RADIO WONDERLAND OPENER 00:00Levity & NITTI - Like This 00:43PinkPantheress - Tonight 02:57Cesqeaux - BANGALORE 05:55Juelz - HACKING THE GATE 09:08AVELLO - Lost in You 11:44Skrillex & Wuki - BIGGY BAP 14:18BLVZE - DANCE (SAY MY NAME) 17:11DJ Carpenter - Cartridge 19:55Underbelly - get2close 23:53Kaskade & Lipless - State Of Mind 26:56RemK - Free Your Mind (feat. Kenzie Gross) 31:54YDG - Let's Go Back 34:27AHEE & Stylust - Oxygen 37:44Mija - WORK THIS (ON MY D) 40:05RemK - Searching For The Words (feat. RENNER) 43:47Subtronics - Mothclaws 45:40Holly - ONME 48:39NGHTMRE - Buried A Friend 50:47neepo - Beacon (feat. CloudNone) 53:38Dimension, Alison Wonderland - Satellite (Wooli Remix) 56:31

John sits down with electronic producer and DJ Porter Robinson, to discuss how he wrote and recorded his third album ‘SMILE! :D'  Having begun self-producing at just twelve years old, Porter Robinson has since risen to become one of the most acclaimed artists within the EDM world, collaborating with artists such as Skrillex and Tiësto. His work has seen him tour extensively around the world and has even earned him a Grammy nomination for Best Dance Recording, back in 2019. In this episode, Porter dials in from North Carolina to chat about how he came up with his signature synth sounds, some of his favourite gear, including giving a guitar demo, and drawing inspiration from Coldplay tracks.  Tracks discussed: Cheerleader, Is There Really No Happiness?, Russian Roulette TAPE IT Thanks to our friends at Tape It for supporting the podcast. Visit tape.it/tapenotes or use the promo code TAPENOTES in the app to get 20% off. TRINITY LABAN  Find out more about Trinity Laban's Songwriting MA here. MUSIVERSAL Skip the waitlist and get your discount here LISTEN to ‘SMILE! :D' here. 'Mom+Pop' LINKS TO EVERYTHING TAPE NOTES   linktr.ee/tapenotes  Intro Music - Sunshine Buddy, Laurel Collective GEAR MENTIONS U-He Diva Polyverse Manipulator D16 Tourverb Soundtoys EchoBoy Line 6 Helix Native Kilohearts Trance Gate FL Studio FL Studio Sequencer 3X OSC FL Studio Harmor CLA Plugins Warm Audio Mics Spectrasonics Omnisphere OUR GEAR https://linktr.ee/tapenotes_ourgear HELP SUPPORT THE SHOW If you'd like to help support the show you can join us on Patreon, where among many things you can access full length videos of most new episodes, ad-free episodes and detailed gear list breakdowns. KEEP UP TO DATE For behind the scenes photos and the latest updates, make sure to follow us on:  Instagram: @tapenotes  Twitter: @tapenotes  Facebook: @tapenotespodcast   YouTube: Tape Notes Podcast Discord: Tape Notes Patreon: Tape Notes To let us know the artists you'd like to hear, Tweet us, slide into our DMs, send us an email or even a letter. We'd love to hear!  Visit our website to join our mailing list: www.tapenotes.co.uk TAPE NOTES TEAM John Kennedy Will Brown  Tim Adam-Smith  Will Lyons  Nico Varanese  Guy Nicholls  Jessica Clucas Ali Lewis Evan Lawday

GHR's Road to Coachella Mix 2025 mixed by AUDIO 1. 01. Mau P - The Less I Know The Better 02. David Penn, Vintage Culture  & Raphaella - Just Stay The Night 03. Lola Young - Messy - BVRNOUT Remix 04. Chris Lorenzo & High Jinx - California Dreaming' 05. Alok & Firebeatz - Higher State Of Consciousness 06. Chris Lake & Aluna - Beggin' 07. Cloonee, Young M.A. & InntRaw - Stephanie (Disco Dom Refunk) 08. Lady Gaga - Abracadabra (Kue's Studio 54 Disco Remix) 09. Basement Jaxx - Red Alert 10. Tiesto & Oscar L - Flex 11. Zedd - Shave It 12. Above & Beyond - We're All We Need 13. Charli XCX ft. Billie Eilish - Guess 14. Sean Paul and Odd Mob - Get Busy 15. Shermanology - Beat Of The Drum 16. Skrillex, Missy Elliott & Mr. Oizo - Ratata 17. Kaskade & Punctual ft. Poppy Baskcomb - Heaven Knows 18. salute & Disclosure - lift off! 19. Chase & Status ft. Stormzy - Backbone 20. The Prodigy - Breathe (Mefjus & Camo & Krooked Remix) 21. Chase & Status and Bou - Baddadan 22. Chase & Status and Bou - Baddadan (TANTRON Remix)     *All Music Provided by all Major Labels *No Copyright Issues   Subscribe to the GHR Podcast: itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ghett…adio/id435480382   Website: www.weareghr.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/ghettohouseradio Twitter: www.twitter.com/ghettohouse  

4B goes Back To Back again! Willy talks with him about his new single "Techno Bell", Jersey club culture, the new Skrillex album, WMC 2025, never missing flights, jiujitsu, dive bars, bad B2Bs, Twitch streaming, his "Rosario" house side project & lots more!   4B: https://www.dj4b.com Willy Joy: http://linktr.ee/willyjoy     PROTECT REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS: https://abortionfunds.org/funds/ https://www.prochoiceamerica.org/ https://www.sistersong.net/  

Kid Rock really brought Bill Maher to the damn White House. The Skrillex album has awakened something in Brandon. We're back in BJS Radio HQ in Hollyweird. Video edition is on the Patreon as well as the long awaited Side Chick Catching Main Chick Feelings 3 unauthorized audiobook.

Louis The Child presents an amazing episode of #PlaygroundRadio, featuring songs from €URO TRA$H, Bob Sinclar, Skrillex, Joy Anonymous, Cloonee, 1-800 GIRLS, 2hollis, camoufly and more! 01. Bob Sinclar & Michael Ekow - Take It Easy On Me 02. Louis The Child - Cloud Monsters 03. Marc Moon ft. AFRONOM - TIKI 04. KING BOOO! - Deckard's Dream 05. Caroline Polachek ft. Charli XCX - Welcome To My Island (George Daniel & Charli XCX Remix) 06. 2hollis - nerve 07. KAYTRANADA - LITE SPOTS (camoufly Edit) 08. Flume - You & Me (Lowbrain x Solsta Edit) 09. Joy Anonymous ft. Champion - JOY (If You Want) 10. Pocket - Knot 11. Skrillex - REDLINE DASH 12. Skrillex - SAY GOODBYE 13. Cloonee ft. GREG (BR) - Still My Baby 14. €URO TRA$H ft. Almanac - I Like It 15. Jamie Jones - Lose My Mind 16. Tyson O'brien ft. ESSED - Rich Girl 17. 1-800 GIRLS - there 4 u 18. Vintage Culture ft. James Hype - You Give Me A Feeling 19. 2hollis - nice

ILLENIUM drops new music from Kaskade, Doctor P, William Black, Skrillex, John Summit and many more!Don't forget to rate & review on all of your favorite podcast apps! Post your comments on twitter @ILLENIUM #PHOENIXRADIOTracklist:PHOENIX RADIO OPENERKaskade, Lipless - State Of MindArmin Van Buuren, Rob Swire - Sound of YouJohn Summit - Light Years (ft. Inez)Kaivon - I Don't Want AnyoneSkrillex, Virtual Riot, Nakeesha - WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING VIPSkrillex, G Jones - DRUIDSMersiv, Linney - Into The Silencepluko - HIGHERTHANUUUDoctor P, Flux Pavilion - FlashbackJuelz - HACKING THE GATESkrillex, HAWAII SLIM - SPITFIREWilliam Black, Kate Morgan - Save MeSubtronics - Fibonacci (Part 1)Eptic, Space Laces - Crash OutBlack Tiger Sex Machine - ProtocolBlanke, EDDIE - Like ThisMarshmello, AR/CO - Worlds ApartSkrillex - VOLTAGEAfinity, STAR SEED, Tyler Graves - Different EndingLast Heroes, CloudNone - Alone