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Tiffany Yu is the CEO & Founder of Diversability, an award-winning social enterprise to elevate disability pride; the Founder of the Awesome Foundation Disability Chapter, a monthly micro-grant that has awarded $92.5k to 93 disability projects in 11 countries; and the author of The Anti-Ableist Manifesto: Smashing Stereotypes, Forging Change, and Building a Disability-Inclusive World. As a person with visible and invisible disabilities stemming from a car crash, Tiffany has built a career on disability solidarity. Now that she has found success, she works to expand a network of people with disabilities and their allies to decrease stigmas around disability and create opportunities for disabled people in America. Episode Chapters 0:00 Intro 1:26 When do we choose to share our disability stories? 4:12 Jay’s disability story 8:35 Visible and invisible disabilities 13:10 What does an ally to the disability community look like? 16:34 NoBodyIsDisposable and 14(c) 21:26 How does Tiffany’s investment banking background shape her advocacy? 27:47 Goodbye and outro For video episodes, watch on www.youtube.com/@therudermanfamilyfoundation Stay in touch: X: @JayRuderman | @RudermanFdn LinkedIn: Jay Ruderman | Ruderman Family Foundation Instagram: All About Change Podcast | Ruderman Family Foundation To learn more about the podcast, visit https://allaboutchangepodcast.com/…
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The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.
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The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.
The landscapes of Orlan 19 resembled the dream of a mad cartographer: cliffs were floating above the surface, horizons were bending and vanishing into infinity, and energy vortices were flaring up beneath their feet in psychedelic patterns. The familiar laws of physics didn’t apply here — gravity shifted chaotically, and time flew with unpredictable intensity. As Spacelunch, absorbed in thought, stroked the ground which distorted like a mirage under his touch, Cat’s grumbling echoed simultaneously from the past and future: — Doc, don’t you think we’re just walking in circles? — No wonder. That’s how inverse modelling works. Every action we take reshapes the surrounding space. — Can you explain it in simpler terms? There’s only one genius here. — Ever heard of the Philadelphia Experiment? — Of course! You know how much I love sushi rolls! — Well, I set myself up for this predicament… Back in my university days, we experimented with magnetic fields trying to program them by thought. You get where I’m going, don’t you? The planet is reacting to our intentions. So, focus on visualizing the portal. The confusion on Cat’s face gave way to a mask of detachment. Clusters of matter began to tremble pulling the threads of reality to their breaking point before finally forming a vortex. Having devoured as much as it could, the vortex snapped shut with a loud pop and dissolved in a blinding flash. As the scene began to take shape, silhouettes emerged under the soft glow of a desk lamp, evoking an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. A worn desk and a small bed stood by the wall adorned with faded photographs, while the floor let out a gentle creak underfoot. The clearer the interior came to be, the more paralyzing the realization, and the more elusive the explanation for what had happened became. — Holy…! Cat, are we looking at the same thing? — Yeah, but… This can’t be real. Spacelunch slowly approached the window and froze still. A single thought raced through his mind: “The only force strong enough to pull me this far… was love.”…
Symbiotical Records presents “Far Away” — a five-track release from French producer Dust Yard, offering a measured and introspective take on deep minimalism. The title track “Far Away” begins the journey with a meditative framework: soft pads, pulsating low-end, and a harmonic drift that feels suspended in time. It evolves at its own pace, drawing the listener into its orbit with quiet certainty and gravitational stillness. “Higher” follows with a warm, fluid groove. The rhythm is steady and subtly accented, allowing analog textures and micro-elements to breathe in unison. There’s spaciousness in the mix, a natural clarity that lets emotional undertones rise organically. Ki.Mi. offers a refined reinterpretation of “Higher”, bringing architectural precision to its warm undercurrent. The remix expands the original’s depth, layering morphing tones and nuanced shifts in momentum. It’s an immersive reconstruction — composed, restrained, quietly dynamic. “Sunrise” brings a change in mood: brighter, more melodic, yet still grounded. The phrasing appears with care, as if tracing the edge of something just beginning. It’s music for transitional hours, not fully awake, not entirely asleep. Closing the EP is Tm Shuffle’s version of “Sunrise”, leaning into dubby resonance and echoic space. Here, elements blur and dissolve, reframing the original into something more expansive. A final exhale that hovers in the air. Dust Yard delivers a focused, emotionally weighted record — subtle in structure, deliberate in motion, and rich in atmosphere. These are pieces that open slowly, revealing their presence in silence as much as in sound. Available now on all platforms for streaming and download. @dustyard @symbiotical-records…
Taken aback by what had happened, Cat dragged himself toward the local junk dealers — the kind who bought anything without asking questions. The chances of finding the smart bracelet in piles and piles of used scrap were slim, but it was worth a shot while the trails were still fresh. He took a turn into an alley, came up to the gate, and rang the bell. A small eye-slot opened with a creak, followed by a gravelly voice: — Keep moving. We’re not expecting anyone. — Easy there, friend. I’m an intergalactic investigator on a high-priority case. — Information isn’t free. — Let me in and we’ll talk shop. The bluff worked. The old man grinned and shut the door behind him. Inside, as Cat scanned the shelves suffocated with dust, he leaned in: “My partner is already sweeping the perimeter. You can either tell me what you know or enjoy a formal interrogation downtown.” A brief exchange revealed a list of local pickpockets, with names and addresses. The info came at a cost: one crisp hundred. Ahead lay a sleepless night and a long walk through the stink of the backstreets.…
There’s a quiet confidence to Apolinic’s “Sense Of” – the kind that doesn’t raise its voice, yet draws you closer with every bar. Built on a steady pulse and subtle tension, it unfolds with intention: clean percussion, glowing textures, and just enough modulation to keep the air slightly electric. Time feels gently stretched – suspended between thought and instinct. This is minimalism with restraint, balance, and a quiet sense of motion beneath the surface. A fitting start for Saraw’s debut vinyl – refined, focused, and unmistakably human. @sarawrecords…
A sharp slice of minimal with something off-kilter — Scatter Z walks a fine line between hypnotic groove and quiet paranoia. Tension hums beneath the surface. Out now on Saraw, from Root – Uncharted Territories. @sarawrecords @root-cesar
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
Solid and groovy — Ibagan strikes a balance between rhythmic weight and melodic flow. Smooth synth lines glide over a tight, punchy foundation, with subtle vocal chops adding just the right touch. A strong and refined work from Carloscres. @carloscres @denied-music
It is nearly impossible to get invited into the lodge of the Castafarian Keepers. Only the members of privileged orders or fearless warriors may find their names amongst the honored guests. However, there are rare purification sessions that summon musical healers — their role is to prepare the sensory environment for meditative practice. It all begins with gentle swaying, as the local elders begin the process of mana restoration. The enchanting ritual continues until the rhythmic vortexes subside. This time, Ioann Texture has been requested to guide the ceremony. Behind closed doors, the chosen are gathering to taste the brew made from ancient ingredients, share experiences of telepathic communion, and call upon the Great Mind to protect their lands. @xlqupnazqd01…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
Heads down, groove locked. Matpri’s Onnezvonit is a sleek minimal-tech house tool with that undeniable floor appeal. Snappy drums, rolling bass, and just enough funk to keep the room in motion. Peak-time ready. Loop it and let it ride. @pirka-avh @prosaic_music
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
A subtle and introspective deep house cut from Domolazov, built on restrained groove and emotional undercurrents. “Whisper” moves with patience — steady, elegant, and wrapped in a slightly tense, serious atmosphere. @taktrec @domolazov-music
The Mercurian Crater Festival rarely opens its doors. While primarily designed for wholesale traders from across the galaxies, guests from all walks of life are welcome to join the experience. Installations, auctions, food courts, and an endless array of goods for every taste make this event a spectacle of creativity. One pavilion, in particular, is drawing a growing crowd. And for good reason — this is the place to let loose. The immersive sound is intoxicatingly good, thanks to a true master in the lineup. Somewhere in the crowd, a high-ranking official from an Aerospace Corporation flashes by, a local dealer darts past, and a scholar observes the scene alongside a talking cat. In this eclectic mix, the right connections often form in the most unexpected ways — even rival factions sometimes find common ground. Despite its scale, the festival has never received official status, a testament to its rather… unconventional organizers, who prefer to stay out of the spotlight. But then again, no one really needs an announcement to know what goes on under the banner of such a grand event. Welcome to the chaos! @spa2k…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
Katharine pilots us thru a melodic trek across the vibrant constellations. Jumping from star to star consumes a lot of time. There is always parts that can be double or triple checked on a spaceship to make sure things are in their optimal working condition. Preventative maintenance can help make one more confident that issues will not happen. Still, something can go wrong with anomalies in space. Just recently, the ships communication system has been in and out of commission. Finding a place to land so the low-gain antennas can be worked on wasn't hard. Once landed, the power subsystem was turned down and then set to offline. The landscape immediately reverted itself to a very old but familiar place. Cat is hissing at the T-Rex off in the distance. Katharine is here to make things more enjoyable while things get reset. The hypnotic beats can certainly lift your spirits. The bleeps and buzzes definitely get your attention. Other times, the melodies make you smile and sway. There are times when it sounds like someone is working in a docking bay with tools. The combination of them being blended, excites all the senses. Thankfully, she is playing analog with vinyl since everything is off network currently... @katharine-motiontheory…
Interpolarm provides us a groovy soundtrack for a journey to far-reaching cities. Planet travelling is a long-exhausting expedition filled with downtime. Lonely hours surround by blinking lights with pages upon pages of celestial cartography on the docket can be a bit of a rigmarole. There isn't enough coffee in a solar day to keep our attention. We do enjoy the occasional warning bleeps on our console's that make their presence known but we need a more involved score to keep our focus and raise our spirit's. Enter Interpolarm to satisfy this lust for life and give us something to get up to. Filled with infectious beats and rhythms that blend perfectly, the rise of energy throughout this odyssey verges on hedonistic. The organic drums resonate over lunar sounding accents is a mighty mix of space and land perfect for star-cruising. The occasional vocal passages just increases the vigor to overload. We wonder if homebase will mind if this ship is set to autopilot while we dance. @interpolarm…
Eric Louis conducts a demonstration of quantum musical projections. Spirit Canyon Solo is more than just a performance. It's a true sonic spectacle for true fans of intergalactic dub techno. An express shuttle brings all the initiates to the delay mystery to get them illuminate the cultural and natural heritage of the planet Kepler-62e. The best landscapes are selected to accompany this spatial audio. Benevolent authentic creations swoop around: from ubiquitous reverbs and rhythm section philosophy to extended chants and enriching overtone textures. The breath of life with its mysterious loops and neat melodic swaying inflates the uninhabited wasteland. @dj-eric-louis…
Dust Yard is doing some transitional styling in the name of the winter solstice. Lunar Santa is in a hurry to congratulate everyone who has behaved well this year. The sack with cherished gifts is stuffed to the top: there's a model of the rocket booster, a brand-new storybook, and even a can of surströmming. The only thing that is not in the bag is a festive compilation for body and soul. The French alchemist will provide it, overcompensating for this lack. In the middle of a frozen lake, an event dedicated to musical passions takes place. This careful flow of the rhythm warms you up like a mug of hot chocolate on a frosty day. Ki.Mi.'s remix gets the blood pumping in the free space: the relentless light heats, balanced lows and mysterious rustles. Nadja Lind enchants one with her treatment of velvety French, sublime brass and magical synth melody, while Makam sums it up with monumental rumbles, distant pulses and pastel pads. @dustyard…
Monosphere is commissioning his new design creation. The multi-purpose research unit with flight number 84 has been successfully launched and has already delivered all mission participants to the orbit of the Mesozoic planet. The cruiser is equipped with an elaborate communication system and consists of various parts: an engineering deck, photon torpedo launchers, defence deflectors, an antimatter converter and proton sails. A majestic landscape opens up from the observation compartment. Climbing onto the command deck, it is possible to see every detail out there with the help of advanced analysis mechanisms. Auxiliary shuttles provide rapid transportation of crew members to and from the celestial body. Right now, however, the docking airlocks are inactive because something important is happening. An electro-sonic workshop with collectable dub-techno textures captures the attention of the entire crew. The piercing aesthetic of information becomes a real discovery surrounded by pile-driving percussion, atomic pads, delays and reverbs. The non-linear drawing of the acoustic structure builds up a story by fixing the reference points: interstellar synthesiser dust, shimmering vocal pulsars, amorphous lows and omnipresent rhythmic asteroids. @deep_electronic…
Sa3b has prepared treats with a smooth consistency and a strong dub flavour. The reason for the dinner party is the eve of All Saints' Day. Halloween will accept any adornment and imagery, be it painted faces with sinister grimaces or a costume of a Minimal-antagonist. Jack-o-lanterns ward off all evil and complement the themed decorations while the main guest paints pragmatic silhouettes on the musical canvas. The pervasive mix sprawls like ivy using effective sonic rebuses and sombre semantic thickets. The close ties of Lebanese culture promote its further development, which finds expression in a romanticised approach and a keen eye for genre variations. The collective image of the selection is vast: the outlines of coastal streets, dim lights and suppressed whispers are evident in Alex Humann's remix, whereas Code Deploy's spiralling rhythmic pattern with its chirping tops gives you goosebumps, and Audub lulls you to sleep with a lamplight glow and goodbyes. @sa3b…
Armin Bender has confidently joined the team of musical tomb raiders. The ancestors’ dimension attracts with mysteries and its resemblance to the familiar historical past, but its furious guards are dangerous. To get rid of them, it is necessary to follow a particular frequency. Among the spots of quicksands, you can hardly notice the paths leading to the monument of electronic art. Unravelling the system of chambers, galleries, and ventilation ducts is only possible in a specific state of mind, the one close to sound reflection. An unstoppable German adventurer volunteered to pave the way to the dub-treasury by employing a unique code that bypasses the traps. Woven into its structure are enchanted ultra rhythms with Per Hammar’s secret messages and signals, Krisz Deak’s ephemeral high-level processes, and Donato Dozzy’s flow of moderate forms and spiritual states. @arminbender…
Laenk, as is customary, did not come to be embraced by the guest column empty-handed. At first glance, the abandoned village within the boundaries of anomaly 418-R is unremarkable: run-down houses, windy paths, and courtyards covered with neglected thickets. However, fluorescent rain has been pouring down from a cloud that stuck above it for a thousand years. That is why the soil around it has turned into a shining canvas, which can become a suitable illumination for any event. One of them was a DJ festival held under the auspices of the Venus Biomolecular Institute. The goal of the organizers was to identify through a visual method the fundamentals of the influence that music has on humans. As a master from the registry of the audio stream management, Laenk was invited to the experiment. His mixing of sound volumes is famous for its ability to program the listener with rhythmic vibrations. To make the interaction as efficient as possible, it is necessary to add hidden dub textures full of chilling echoes from Van Bonn, punchy grooves with explosive percussion from Artyom Kozlov, and a composition filled with synth light from Elpierro. @laenk…
A unique blend from Spclnch’s secret music library is the work of Andrey Pushkarev. In addition to various discoveries, the artefacts closet is filled with vinyl records, an impressive collection of which are also displayed along the whole wall. There is also a wide selection on the shelves behind the shoulders of these experienced diggers, literally and figuratively. It is for this reason that the habit of handling music well is formed. An example of such a skill was the respect paid by guests with particular accents. Of course, some guests are old but gold: the DP-6 duo, sophisticated by experience, accurately constructs sound textures, maestro Basicnoise again extracts tactile forms of dub techno, and Federsen shows exactness and attention to the details of the genre. @andrey-pushkarev…
Leipzig is on-air! Codename Mint4000 is broadcasting in the interplanetary frequency range. The studio for the radio show, to which the main guest is invited with a vinyl set, is decorated with the artwork of the young Spaceman Golden, who attracted unprecedented attention with his funny shot. In addition to references to the times of freedom, ups and downs, everything here is imbued with unconditional love for music: there are remixes of soul-funk legends, gentle as whipped cream, jazzy house, intricate minimal abstractions and much more. Going live, Lawrence impresses with variability and layering, Boards Of Canada pampers with a fleecy dip, and youANDme exposes their tribal with progressive inserts. @mint4000…
Music is present even in laboratory analysis. Christine Schieffer measures dance algorithms empirically. There is a demonstration class at the Department of Experimental Phonetics and Speech Synthesis. The choir of humanoid students generates an accompaniment of different keys. The teachers closely follow their practical work. These wanna-be signal analysts and intergalactic translators may be among the participants. Sound adjustments are made by Enzo Leep using dense percussion, Phoq causes acoustic mutations, and Krissky conducts instrumental bundles. @christineschieffer…
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