d.J presents: the sorrow side of sunrise_

this is my latest d.J mix >> a sonic amalgam weaving through my favorite trance and progressive tracks of the summer of 2013 // as extroverted as it is introverted / as uplifting as it is sorrowful >> just the way it should be_

 

at home, so far away_

to think of touch, it's been so long

i never thought i'd feel so human; i never thought that would feel so alien

which felt like home_

xenogenic

the brilliance of this tune are the changes from minor to major keys. It's as though a key change is the chorus. Ironically, the change to major key is introduced with the line, "I can't resist the winter". This is a finely crafted song in all regards: "I feel so at home in this lonely atmosphere"_

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kid alien / "the atmosphere"

I am the one with many faces

Floating outside of time and space

I am a man of many races

Who always feels somewhat out of place

But maybe I can’t resist the winter

And maybe the silence carries me

You let me know I’m not forgotten

I wait for your call to set me free

I am everyone, I am no one

Living in the center of my fears

Won’t you join me in this sweet surrender

Disconnected from the atmosphere

The atmosphere

one cannot save money by cutting investments

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Please read here from the Director of the NIH via Huffington Post

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extro_version | reflect

here are some images of mount hood in orgeon that i created / the original pictures were taken on a recent cloud-breaking september morning // i feel they represent a dramatic shift within myself that is manifesting outside of myself_

the satellite

sometimes there is nothing to say; sometimes words cannot express enough; sometimes there is much to say but no medium, as though to scream in a vacuum // in order to travel from one planet to the next, we must first traverse the vacuum of space / if we survive, the new planet is ours to explore, ours to thrive_

life thrives on a planet, yet it evolves only by traversing space - the unknown vacuum where we cannot be heard / this is an existence whereby pain and pleasure are equal because without expression, the experience is entirely subjective_

to evolve is to truly live / to survive the traverse is to evolve / and so to truly live is to survive the traverse //  and thus, ironically, we may die trying to evolve, trying to live // in the failed traverse, our last moments are preserved, frozen in time and space until the last fray of the Universe extinguishes with a mighty whimper_

and the nothingness is so calm_

d.J presents >> they spoke from above_

here's my latest mix that exclusively features vocal trance // melodic, yet hypnotic; lyrically dark, yet musically uplifting // i carefully selected [and mixed] some of the finest examples of songwriting and production circa de 2012 / this is truly beautiful music that seems to have been trumpeted from the angels above_

dKOTA >> the self-dyssimilar

after years of growth, hard work, and investment, i finally have a music album of my own (as does the rest of this hard-working band). i consider this album as much of an accomplishment as my PhD. i extend *infinite* thanks to everyone that has supported and encouraged me in the past; i can only hope i return such inspiration and strength.

there are 11 songs total [with song 11 probably best encapsulating the album's theme] // i hope you enjoy what we've made_

>>the sudden clamor of silence_

where will I run?
where will I hide?
when it’s time to look inside

where is the love?
where is the light?
without fear of what is right
when everything is wrong

it’s so quiet outside
i hear everything

where will I fall?
where will I land?
without ground from which to stand
when everything is all air

it’s so quiet outside
so loud from torn insides

where will I fall when I run into the silence
of all that I’ve loved and lost
it’s a pretty violence
of everything
everywhere
all i fear
and all i hear
it’s too much inside
to let it out

i hear everything_

from the dKOTA archive_