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Have you heard these fucking Deaf-Rave or not? Come on, I need to go, I want your opinion on ghosts.
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However, I have a lot of Devine DVDs, her name is Ava and she doesn't work as a sound engineer.
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Ah, I forgot << Hey, but it's really concerning how you resurface instantly when you're called out. >> I wrote a comment 3 minutes before yours, it's God who brought us together in the same place at the same time, like Bim Bum Bam.
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"If I like something, I don’t let it gather dust, but I try to understand it in every way, listening to it continuously." Me too, but it’s not like I can spend thousands of euros on equipment to hear Autechre. When I visit a certain friend in his wonderland of tubes and speakers up to the ceiling with bass traps in the corners, I only play the records by sound engineers that he has, like Untilted, for instance. The problem is that he lives in Brighton, and I don’t. And above all, I emphasize again that I’ve SEEN/listened to it; the Brighton engineer told me, "This thing has to be experienced, it’s not just a record, you know?" I don’t have Devine’s programs, I don’t have any use for them.
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Now it tells us that with his stereo -> <- Autechre sounds great.
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Ah Enè, have you heard the Autechre tracks for the Deaf-rave? Now those are "special," it feels like there’s a ghost in the room, nothing like Bennato!
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Enè, I really liked Untilted. I watched/listened to it in a recording studio with those programs by Richard Devine that translate sound waves into images (like the effects of Media Player, just a million times more beautiful), and I remember being mesmerized. I haven't listened to it since that time; once I realized that appreciating it required too much effort, I left it to gather dust on the shelf. But it’s a work of art. You remain a fucking poppet maker, it’s in your blood.
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Sure, here’s the translation:

Look, start with the Zulu Beliefs -> Zulunation | Page not found -- Then from there, read the Zulu Prayer, and then dive into all the conspiracy theories about ufology, dairy, red meat, and various other things. Of course, you can listen to all the Rap in the world, dance until you drop, and paint every inch of wall in Europe, as long as when you say "being Hip-Hop," you know you're talking about prayers, dogmas, nutrition... there’s a lot of nonsense, but so much.
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But why, if we're talking about Philosophy and the so-called Philosopher Afrika Bambaataa, do you keep talking about dancers, aerosol artists, and all sorts of nonsense? It's all very nice, but have you read Bambaataa's crap? "Stop drinking milk," "long live Islam," "red meat will bring us to ruin," "the mucus from the nose is all the fault of dairy products," etc., etc.? I specifically mentioned from the beginning that I was talking about the small circle of mentally ill individuals in the Zulu Nation, and the fact that the term Hip-Hop is odious as it relates back to those mentally ill people. I gave you a few examples of rappers just to point out that, fortunately, only the name Hip-Hop remains, and the rappers and breakers eat red meat, drink dairy, and shove Islam or Christianity up their asses. You young folks are the ones convinced that Hip-Hop is just dancing, singing, and writing; there’s really a philosophy and dogmas behind it, each more ridiculous than the last. If you get the chance, read "GUIDA ALLA REALTà" (a name, a program) by Phase II, so you can come back here and we can have a good laugh. For now, we've only talked about two different discourses.
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I took the musical side because it told me we were talking about philosophy, so it’s a bit hard for me to explain the gaps in this philosophy without posting the "sung words" that conflict with the words explaining this "philosophy." Even about the "new," I would say you’re mistaken. DJs already existed, and dancers were already experimenting with similar things in schools, but let’s say it was new. I won’t even consider Writing because writing your name in block letters on a wall, no, that wasn’t art yet. Okay, so it was new. And what the hell does it have to do with the philosophy of peace love unity havin fun, you tell me now?