Searching for a new way to spread the vibe of the forest, by Dionysian decree, Satyr switched to SL and CDJ instruments, which fit the job quite nicely. Apart from those, he employs the tools Apollo chose: a blank screen and virtual ink, to jot down all he likes to think - hence this his satellite here, orbiting Earth's blogosphere!
The Non-Monthly Goosebumper - 2016.06.30 today: Tripswitch - "Tachyon" º
Dr. Mark Powell: I'm Curious, how did you get to Earth? prot: It's a matter of harnessing the energy of light. I know that sounds crazy to you. You beings are aeons away from discovering light travel.
Dr. Mark Powell: According to a man who lived on our planet, named Einstein, nothing can travel faster than the speed of light. prot: What Einstein actually said, was that nothing can accelerate to the speed of light because its mass would become infinite. Einstein said nothing about entities already traveling at the speed of light or faster, at tachyon speeds.
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Dr. Mark Powell: Why did you want to come to our planet? prot: Well, I've been here many times before. But what brought me here first? Pure curiosity. I'd never been to a Class BA-3 planet before. Early stage of evolution. Future uncertain.
2016.06.16 - All Abloom Till Night Today Somewherne,
'tween some One and Self,
an Eastern mage, befitting,
slinkily scended a staircase
from Heaven.
Spiralling down
the clouds of green,
touching ground, then looking up,
his feet behind his Mind,
it seemed.
"Ulysses,
best read when stoned,"
the three-eyed Thinker uttered,
then frowned and turned around,
as if back there a shadow muttered.
" 'llow Me:"
tempted the Thought,
"why read when one can listen?
Why stone one's Self to sit and stare,
when high one need none Eye to see?"
Lightning down the Sky,
aloof yet never blundered,
the Trickster's Silence, stunned,
then sparked the Air
and thundered:
"Conjure all you will, Mara,
but watch me while you spin:
Catch me by the Verb, you lose!
Catch me by the Tongue,
you win!"
As off a horse, behind a shield,
stout as perhaps an Arthur may:
"Win or lose, a game, you say?
Bring it, O'Fool, then let us play!" Spontaneously, the Player now,
went strut across the Stage.
"A Fool
to cast the Glove,
another marks the Challenge,"
amidst his Wit, another smirk,
"Black or white, Knight Palance?"
"Ha! Herd me
not, you brazen Hick.
No cow, nor horse or saddle.
No Smith-forged barrel, no Western mud,
No, not today Death gains
no trod."
Spreading arms fr'underneath a virtual hoodless cowl,
suddenly the solemn Voice, the wise Minerva's Owl:
"Homo liber nulla de re minus quam de morte cogitat,
et ejus sapientia non mortis sed vitae meditatio est."
"Ach, weh ist mir! To shmoke, your Ethics!
And esthetics? Du, stuff my pipe with Shmear!"
All split, the Sky, again, the Book,
commenced to quote page twenty-three:
"Off the floor, bare both your feet,
and do thus dare this dance with me." Lights! Darkness! Inneraction!
Unite, Opposed, as One.
And on, the Mirror shone.
No Thing happening
as Everything does.
Spontaneously paying heed to a communiqué from the Dalai Lama, "When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new," I stopped talking, stopped thinking and listened, ... hearing:
"We must change our minds. And what we have to do, is have recourse to these same shamanic plants and shamanic practices that allowed our remote ancestors to come to terms with the mystery of Being and their situation on this planet vis-a-vis the rest of Nature."
- Terence McKenna, at 22m06s (timed link)
Very interesting, yet Nothing Special. ( - _ ^ ) Quo Vadis?
Terence McKenna Aumpage (link)
Terence McKenna bibliography (link)
TMK Botanical Dimensions online (link)
Terence McKenna vault on Erowid (link)
TMK Deoxyribonucleic Hyperdimension (link)
! in ancient times, Satyr roamed the Eleusinian forests as the horned and horny messenger of Dionysos - the god of ritual intoxication - who dispatched him to mesmerize the youth of nearby villages with the musical magic of his flute, and made them dance till broad daylight.
? where is Satyr
! in our recent past, Satyr reincarnated in the concrete jungle of Amsterdam as a DJ. At age ten, he recorded his first mix, displaying his love for early hip hop and electro, and soon his tapes were in high demand. After the Second Summer Of Love, he got turned on by new dimensions of synthetic sound and ventured into the realms of ambient, acid-house, techno and trance music, never looking back ever since.
? does he still play flute
! the Panflute has become an artefact in captivity, held safe and sound in the archeological archive of the Vatican. Yet, since them high-n-mighty early 1990s, Satyr became increasingly skilled as a player of the SL & CDJ instruments, spinning various styles of musica eclectronica, embracing a wide range of the bpm spectrum with remarkable sparkle.
Notoriously difficult to pigeonhole yet sharply focused on and specialized in ambient, chillout, psytrance & deep atmospheric techno; entertaining events for 5 to 50.000 people, by serving his spicy melange of clean cuts and dirty grooves, mixing it down and grinding it up from raw to smooth.
A few memorable events ecstasized by Satyr: Amsterdam Dance Event (NL), Atmosphere (Berlin), Ballonnenfeest (NL), Burning Man (USA), Club A (Sao Paulo), Dance Valley (NL), Love & Magic (Oslo), Metsafestiwaal (Finland), Pan-O-Rama Festival (La Gomera), The Pi Club (Berlin), Q-Base (Germany), Senseblender Festival (Belgium), Universo Paralello (Bahia / Brazil), VooV Experience (Germany), and many more in Belgium, Brazil, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Greece, Lithuania, Norway, Portugal, Slovakia, Spain, USA & all over The Netherlands.*
