It's going from one system to another... then, on dark deserted worlds, where there should be no life, where no living thing has walked in over a thousand years, something is moving. Gathering it's forces quietly, quietly... hoping to go unnoticed.
We must warn the other, mentor. After a thousand years, the darkness has come again...
Why are you interested in my dreams?
Where there's smoke, there's fire. If you ignore it, you get burn... Now i don't have to believe in this dark force to realize there is something strange going on.
Now i don't have to believe in this dark force to realize there is something strange going on.
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Sounds innocent enough, right? Just harmless text from a dusty old book written a long time ago from some guy who just didn't know how to shut up. Nothing sinister...nothing mysterious.
Лазая по англоязычным сайтам, наткнулся на ответ некоего Гуру насчет времени внедрения XI. Примерный смысл был такой: "2 недели вы будете ее изучать, а общее внедрение займет полгода... при условии, что вы двигаетесь в нужном направлении".
Not a genre (that I know of) yet, but it might as well be. Trance is old enough to have one now, like House and Techno are. And the reason why is because this music encapsulates what I think of when I hear the word trance. Music that rewards paying attention and looking inward, on a meditative level. Music that you can get lost in. Parties that last several days, and songs that last 8 hours. You don't hear that anymore. Today Trance is either a sequence of disjointed, disaffected, unrelated predictable anthems laid out one after the other (hardly entrancing), or is completely overshadowed and drowned out by the posturing and hero-worship of people who really do nothing more than operate a glorified stereo.
Psychedelic Trance isn't total horror. In latter years it actually came to be pretty goofy stuff, with the most bizarre samples inserted, like babies crying, people burping and sneezing, and other avant-garde musical interludes. The less sensible, however, ventured into this sonic territory, and I have to tell you: this is, bar none, the most evil, depressing, gut-wrenching, "no hope for mankind's impending war against the machines" music in the world. Like most genres, best--and also best for your acid trip--in small doses. But subject yourself to a whole night of this terror and you'll WANT the madness to leave your head by the morning, and you're damn prepared to end it yourself with your brain firmly smushed into the nearest brick wall. I sincerely think this is a secret government torture weapon that accidently escaped to the public. No one can be this sadistic, can they?
когда-то уже цитировал это, но не могу удержаться, очень уж хорошо сказано:
Trance is the most emotional genre. It can make you cry, make you shout, make you cheer, and make you celebrate absolutely nothing of substance except pure, ecstatic bliss.