Today I want to present for your attention my next, the nightly mix. If to talk about that little history which inspired me to create him, I remembered it quite by chance, going for a walk in one of old central boroughs of my city. Once a long time ago, when I was a timid and poor student, I returned home after a big nervous and heavy study day. In grey town, among gloomy and the same grey people it became quite sadly for me, and long raw the winter ahead yet more forced a melancholy in my soul. On habit I heaved up a head, directing a look upwards, because when I look into the sky it is always helped me to rid of similar ideas, but saw above itself only the dark old plastic of ceiling of carriage of subway. So I rode enough long, submerging in a stupor and reflecting about the gloomy future, as suddenly on one of stops a girl come into the vagoon...
She stood quite alongside, on the prolate hand, but the place around was hammered in all space of people, and I could look over she only, incessantly to admire... It seemed to me on a that moment, that She was an angel from a parallel universe, from the world of beauty, fashion and unbelievable success. She seemed that it just some unknown a way penetrated here straight from Paris, from a city which is world the capital of style and elegance -She was incredibly beautiful, graceful and looked very much, very much stylish - moreover, I noticed in surprise, that all my gloomy ideas had abandoned me and I absorbed in itself the that most powerful energy which came from from She, as if a sponge. Time swiftly increased at the run, and She fluttered on one of stops, ridding of the world of boredom, grayness and darkness. Not knowing why, I went out right behind her, making way through densely standings the row of people. I followed after her immediately, distance all was increased between you and her, and I wanted just yet some time to look at her, She is simple to look, as if proving itself, that not all circumferential so grey, as majority from this... She turned one corner, then after other, and suddenly I lost her ...She disappeared from my eyeshot similarly suddenly, as well as appeared...I simply stood on a sidewalk, one in the quite empty street, feeling, as crisp frosty air gets over me, and the world does not seem already such oppressive, although night reigned in the street. Much time passed since, and sometimes, at night, when I walk around a becoming empty town, I sometimes feel in my soul a Call...Certain Call which I hear only at night... Call far, call of the own soul, call inexpressible mysterious and wonderful... The Call of the Night...
Once I have a long walk on nightly Paris, searching one address, which, as turned out then, appeared invented. In the street was cool enough rawly, but charmed the nightly fires of this wonderful city, on the walk I not nearly noticed inconveniences. Finally, a desire to relax and a bit get warm finally scored off above me, and I decided to have a drink coffee in some little cafe which would appear nearby.
On one of posts I noticed the bright playbill of one establishment - in spite of the fact that I own French worse than ever, I understood that this place was quite alongside – around corner the nearest bias building.Going round his facade, I noticed a massive stone semi-basement, the soft red fires of nightly neon of which temptingly invited to call inward. The included in establishment costed 50 euro - this fact is strong intrigued me - I opened a massive door and paying off with three security, entered inward, in the small hall inundated ultraviolet. Inwardly smelled club smoke, bitterish-sour fragrances and a bit burnt cinnamon.
At once I was met by a bare high mulatto and passionately swiped an outerwear from me - inwardly there was very much warmly.... Passing inward, I sit down in a deep arm-chair, and a bare waitress stole up unnoticed to me, concluding me in her hands and whispering on an ear - what will order? I ordered the coffee...Getting a soft, but extraordinarily excitant kiss in a reward, I began to wait an order which was brought very quickly. In establishment the viscous played and weakening lounge, little podiums on which in dance bare girls accepted erotic and sexual poses stood at every dinner-wagon, imitating passion and desire... Someone closed eyes to me very softly... In French someone affectionately whispered something to me on an ear...
I will not tell that was after...I abandoned this establishment of hour through three...or four... absolutely not sparing about the spent money and time, giving one's itself word that some time necessarily will go back into this place... Paris... Yes, a classic was right...Paris is memorized forever... Forever...
Quite recently I got a letter from one very famous man with which I had to become acquainted on one of congresses on martial arts, which passed a few years back in Japan. On my enormous surprise, he did not not only renounce to have a talk with me but also told about many and many interesting things, touching both the applied aspects of martial arts and some spiritual practices which gave birth in the monasteries of India and Tibet.
After it our roads divided, and a few years I for some reason not nearly reminisced it. However, as this man said me once, if you live and have spiritual hunger – that you live rightly – circumstances in my life were folded so, that I again reminisced him and simply wrote him a letter, not especially hoping on a reverse answer – even because after expiration of so protracted term of time he could it is simple to forget about me.
A month passed however, two, and in one gloomy cold autumn morning I found out in the mailbox the whimsically decorated envelope with by a great number the semiworn out postal stamps – as appeared, on the way to me this letter rounded the half of earth almost. Below I will bring his fragment over:
Hello Arthur!
You are now in falling in to disappear, which does not have a bottom. The unique method not to lose itself and remain by itself in such situation is in a root to revise a look to surrounding reality and operate. To operate, even saving rest, even being in inaction. A way of strengthening of own body and rise of own spirit will be long, not simple and difficult. However as well as any Way Up, it can not be simple,easy and fast . Patience, faith and permanent practice, are basic instruments for your advancement on this stage.
Now you have nowhere to hurry. Patience is needed in an order to continue practices and move upstairs constantly and purposefully. Your state of spirit in this not simple for you period must remind a little monastery, forgotten deeply in impassable mountains. Only complete distraction from temptations of outward things, and powerful internal concentration will help you not to lose this state and not hammered together from a correct way. Learn thinly to feel this state and always to be in him. State of dead certainty in itself and deep spiritual comfort.
Faith your in your complete convalescence must be stronger than rocks which hundreds of years are ground smooth by beach-combers. Faith in itself must be yet stronger. It means that you must not lose feeling of internal force in circumstances which now seem to you insuperable foremost. Your primary purpose now is only one – to obtain an excellent physical health by all means. You must aim with might and main to it, not sparing itself not in the least degree, not indulging even to the least temptations. Results will be not immediately, but will be necessarily. Not despair. A way to real Force always lies through loneliness and darkness. Your personal internal force, faith and strength of mind, and also it will be helped to choose your heart you faithful way and to overcome all difficulties, arising up on him, masterly and with honour. Be always faithful itself and you will be always quiet and strong! I sincerely trust that you will be able to score a success on your difficult, but necessary and respected business.
With King regards,
your Friend and Teacher Steven Seagal.
T R A C K L I S T
1. Natural noise of nightly steppe nearby the mountains of Chzhe Goang
2. David Parsons – K2
3. Terry Lee Brown Jr. – Ocean of Joy
4. Sono – Keep Control(JC downpitch mix)
5. Pryda – Balaton
6. The Shapeshifters – Chime(Martin Ten Velden remix)
7. Energy 52 – Café Del Mar(Michael Woods out of office remix)
8. Komytea – Professional killers
9. Dan Mangan – Resorcerer
10. Jim Rivers – Empathy
11. Paul Keeley – A sort of homecoming(original mix)
…In this weekend the wave of festivals of one interesting holiday which called «Halloween» swept all over the world. My acquainted promoter(woman) invited me a bit to play in one very chic and fashionable hotel, where convention of some European union passed on development of rights for women or something such in this family. In the morning and in the day-time this women were engaged in the various lady businesses, and in the evening they had a launch and entertaining measures on the program. But as appeared in place, it was not quite ordinary convention exceptionally for the European ladies…
…Enormous chic number, shining parquet, snow-white marble, gilt, mother-of-pearl-black granite, bronze and dark wood of massive antiqueing furniture, dark claret portieres, most soft carpets, barely perceptible smell of the refined tobacco and perturbing is an attracting loop of lady perfumes…
…Lights goes out, and the ultraviolet illuminating from beneath of turntables has only a very small lighting effect... On an enormous carpet in the middle numbers are whimsically interlaced a few bare womanish bodies... There was the greatest, the perverted and passionate lesbian orgy in the highest degree… Playing tracks for me was not easy in this situation, when before eyes such is created… To remain attentive, it is necessary to put enormous efforts…. So proceeds a few hours, the pack of the real imported cigarettes melts quickly.. I was played already all my vinyls and reserve CD’s go to motion…
When all ends, it is simply very desirable to sleep – like a traveller in the desert wants the water… I arrive home, fall on a trestle-bed, and barely closing eyes, fall asleep. After all these businesses for some reason a sea dreams me again …
T R A C K L I S T
1. Swayzak – French Dub
2. G-Family – EP1 (Deep Jazz mix)
3. Mousse T – Toscana (Loco Dice remix)
4. Ian Pooley – Heat (feat. Perry Colo)
5. Phonique and Kiloo – The Passion(Manuel Tur and Dplay remix)
6. Ian Pooley - It's You
7. Herb LF – Down To The Sound
8. Palm Skin productions – Magnetic north(original mix)
9. Vincenzo vs. Phonique – Dining rooms
10. Ferdy and Edwin Mulder – A love in Paris(original mix)
11. Scope – All night long
…There is Crimea on a peninsula, in an inconceivably wonderful and sun place, on his South coast, a beautiful little town lies uniquely under the name Simeiz. This place is full ancient legends, myths and histories, it is gap-filling the inconceivable interlacing of cultural inheritance of the most various ancient civilizations. Simeiz deeping in an always green pine-needle, satiating the same air by such marvellous aroma, that, it would seem, what next will do the pair of deep inhalations, and will live always, as well known immortal hero Dunkan Macleod. First time I trapped to Simeiz by a late summer evening at the end of August, finding oneself in the main street, gap-filling inconceivable motion and drive, fires, still human din, loud laughter, fervent screaming, navy blue nightly sky and bright moonlight. Air, gap-filling the bitterish aroma of ubiquitous pine-needle, measured went up on a foot-hill, driven in the most fresh breeze which blew directly from the sea… I stood among crowd, and it seemed that fully, fully dissolved in it, and I did not want to return back, in the initial state, that again will find oneself in loneliness, in private with the own world and ideas… There was nothing gloomy in the soul, depressed, oppressive, all that is a characteristic to force our modern cities. I as though countermarched in time, in the stormy youth, when life was cloudless and merry, and the future promised the most iridescent prospects…And now, after many months, it the state and this place sometimes dreams me, dreams brightly, colourfully, to unendurable sharp pain in the soul, beckoning to itself, and this call is felt stronger than all exactly then, when night comes. I want to devote this small set this remarkable place and that fairy-tale atmosphere which constantly is in him – in fact actually my soul already constantly is in Simeize, only on 11 months moving temporally in the place of present distribution…
Today I want again to present you a few untypical set which possibly will show oneself too hard and minimalistic – however, if on a few instants to present a that atmosphere in which it was necessary to be dipped the heroes of one realistic, but terrible sleep - sleep which suddenly came to me in one of cold gloomy spring nights, you will feel an exactly that mood which managed me then literally through the night long. Atmosphere of tension, nervousness, nerves strained on a fist, and cold to humanity space – here little from that flowed through my soul so that until now did not give and keeps on a trot me.
I do not remember, who I was – by a man, aiming to survive by all means contrary to everything, predator – hunter, recipient pleasure from disemboweling yet of warm alien flesh, or… or the same by other nightmarish creature – alien bug, provided with the capabilities of incredibly attractive scale - sleep was as far as tense, so and strange enticing and attracting… But if on a second, even on a second to imagine that you are on other side of screen, there..THERE..
T R A C K L I S T
1. Alan Silvestri =/\=The Chopper
2. Alan Silvestri =/\=Who did this?
3. Artifical Latvamaki =/\=It is now also Not (minimal mix)
4. Lawrence =/\=The night will last forever (John Tejada mix)
5. Terry Lee Brown Junior =/\= Day Shift
6. Jeff Bennett =/\=Gamma Rays
7. Terry Lee Brown Junior =/\= Soul Digits
8. Jeff Bennett =/\= Dynamics (minimized mix)
9. Mattias Tanzman =/\= Nip Slip
10. Man up feat. Zodiac =/\= Tiger Stripes Dub
11. Claudie VonStroke =/\= 7 deadly strikes(Patrick Chardronnet remix)
12. Shur-I-Can vs. Milton Jackson =/\= Swap Shop
13. Claudie VonStroke =/\= Beware of the Bird
14. HERTZ =/\= Aluminium
15. Alan Silvestri =/\= Main title of the “Predator”
