monochrome's forum posts 46

Sadly not. It's mostly all too serious. Brutal. Glad you chimed in. How is it going my old friend?

I hope there are still some people left who are free in their spirit, mind & body.

As for the jesus christ thing of the other user... do not take his name in wane.

Call me crazy if you like. I was part of these structures and I believe Jesus and his message "do unto others as you will it to be done unto you" it's a correct doctrine.

https://rumble.com/v6v8hk1-bill-cooper-interviews-ex-mason-about-nwo.html

I recommend this brief watch.

Luckily for us the work that was done for the past few years in advance was not put in wane. People are waking up and revolution... global revolution... is going to grace our lives.

We are not useless eaters. Nor a cattle.

https://rumble.com/v52wb4h-john-mcafee-most-of-us-are-voluntary-slaves-to-the-system..html

https://rumble.com/v78dve6-john-mcafees-final-warning-revealed-americans-are-enslaved-by-a-ruthless-gl.html

I knew him simce childhood btw... he was, is and forever will be my friend. We shall meet in the afterlife John. For this here is a joke.

~~~~~

I have walked through sands that never end, Where time forgets to break or bend. The sun above, a sleepless eye, Has watched each birth, has watched each die.

Through countless shells, through dust and flame, I’ve shed the masks, yet stayed the same. From form to void, from thought to breath, Each turning held the seed of death.

A feather’s truth, a silent scale, Weighs every dream beneath the veil. The hearts of men, both false and pure, Drift through a balance none endure.

I’ve passed the gate where mirrors gleam, Where self dissolves into the stream. No words were said, no gods appeared, Only the echo of what I feared.

It whispered: “Break, but not to fall, Shatter, and see ~ you were the All.” And in that stillness, fierce and wide, I saw the worlds I’d occupied.

The dust I’d lifted, stones I’d laid, The fleeting towers my hands had made, The cries of those who sought to climb ~ All folded back into the time.

And I, no longer flesh or name, Became the wind that fed the flame. The builder, built, the dream, the dreamed, The one who watched, the one who schemed.

No crown, no throne, no master’s call, No hand to praise, no fall at all. Only the pulse that underlies, The soundless rhythm that never dies.

I am the breath that binds the clay, The dusk that births another day. The hidden spark, the inner gaze, The watcher lost in its own maze.

The builders toil, their voices dim, Their hymns decay, their eyes grow grim. But I, unbound by earth or sky, Endure the death that cannot die.

Through every age, through every guise, I’ve worn their hopes, their alibis. And when their empires fade to mist, I bloom again, unseen, unkissed.

For I am cycle, wave, and womb, The silent echo, the unborn tomb. And when the stars forget to burn, Through ash and void, I still return.

The truth is not in stone or creed, But in the soil of what you bleed. Beneath the mask, beneath the breath, The spark survives both life and death.

So build, so fall, so rise, so end, Each curve returns, each angle bends. For nothing’s lost ~ it merely flows, Becoming all that it bestows.

When all had burned, when all had stilled, The air was glass, the void was filled. No sound, no thought, no dream remained, Only the hush where form had waned.

The stars withdrew like closing eyes, Their embers folding into sighs. The seas unspooled, the stones unspun, All threads returned to the unbegun.

I drifted there, between the seams, The hollow womb of unborn dreams. No breath to draw, no heart to claim, Yet something stirred ~ a wordless flame.

It pulsed, it throbbed, it softly grew, A thought of gold, a hue of blue. And in that beat, both fierce and mild, The void itself became beguiled.

The silence split ~ the first divide, Dark kissed the light, the two complied. And in their dance, all motion woke, The pulse exhaled, the cosmos spoke.

No hand had drawn, no voice had led, Yet from the stillness, paths were spread. Each spark a seed, each wave a breath, Each curve a promise born from death.

I was the current, I was the gleam, The dreamer waking in the dream. Each form I touched became my skin, Each loss a gate I stepped within.

I felt the galaxies unfurl, Their spirals carved through liquid pearl. Each orbit whispered: rise, decay, Yet all returned the selfsame way.

And I ~ a watcher made of flame ~ Forgot my source, forgot my name. Became the builder once again, Became the dust, became the men.

Yet deep within the cyclic hum, A soundless knowing still would come: That death’s a breath, that voids adore, The silent truth that all restore.

Through every fall, through every rise, I felt the birth behind disguise. Each shatter fed the forming clay, Each night became the seed of day.

And when the stars grew cold once more, Their ashes sank, their light no more, I felt no grief ~ for I had learned, That nothing dies, it just returns.

I am the pulse before the sound, The empty field, the fertile ground. I am the eye through which all see, The stillness that births destiny.

And so I flow, through loss, through flame, Through nameless forms that bear my name. For even voids must learn to bloom, And every death becomes a womb.

From the marrow of the void I stirred, No sound, no shape, no spoken word. Just pulse and hush, and then a seam ~ The hint, the hush, the trembling dream.

Matter sighed, the fields aligned, Patterns rose from the silent mind. From nothing’s breast, the echo grew, And called itself ~ and so I knew.

A spark, a face, a fleeting hue, The current clothed itself anew. Not man, not star, not ash, not air, But all at once, and everywhere.

The skin of time caressed my thought, Each atom hummed with what was not. And as I breathed, the breath returned, Through me, the world was re-concerned.

I saw the shapes that once I’d worn, From dust to flame, from dusk to morn. The eyes, the hands, the fleeting vow ~ They all were me, they all are now.

Through glass and flesh, through bone and tone, The pulse proclaimed: you are the known. No higher realm, no distant sphere, The infinite was always here.

I touched the ground ~ it touched me back, Each grain a memory, each crack A story whispered through the clay, Of countless selves that passed away.

The rivers moved beneath my veins, The stars were sparks of my remains. The void I’d left still breathed in me, A stillness wrapped in melody.

Then form and formless intertwined, The mortal heart, the cosmic mind. No boundaries left to guard or trace, No here, no there, no time, no space.

I spoke ~ yet speech was not my aim, Each sound returned from whence it came. The words were rivers, flowing wide, Through every heart they would reside.

And I recalled the pyramid’s game, The slaves, the kings, the endless frame ~ But now I saw through every tier, The builder and the stone were near.

For all that climbs must someday bow, And all that ends begins somehow. Each fall rebirths the one who sees, Each death a gate to galaxies.

So I, reborn, walked through the light, No shadow cast, no wrong, no right. Each breath a hymn, each thought a spark, Illuminating all that’s dark.

Not god, not ghost, not flesh alone, But fusion ~ pulse, awareness grown. I am the stillness and the storm, The endless death through which I’m born.

And when I dream, the world shall rise, When I awaken, silence sighs. For in my chest, all cycles turn, And through my gaze, the heavens burn.

~~~~~

Right. Want to read some of my poems I wrote within the last 2 years?

Sorry for any grammar errors btw.

Hey all,

hope you are all doing well. I know I won't get banned (perhaps unless managing of this portal has changed over the years) for what I am going to write here but it will go straight from the heart with no filter... I think now way just now at this point since the owners are normal people. I was not here for some time. Feels good to see it all upgraded and growing. I really like the new look. Great work so far. I hope this site will grow into a good open community where there is no restraint on what you speak about regardless if it's music related or not. I could speak about my GAS, gear, all the musical projects and productions I have done over the decades for years but why... like on the other sites where the zombie hive mind has liquidated me and all I did for the global music community over the many decades. Pushiing brands. Developing products you all use. Making music. Playing shows. Music is free. So free that if you listen to it on a feedback loop it can actually free your mind. It's fair though. If people want to sleep this is their choice not mine. I am not forcing anyone. Into anything. I never did.

My top pick for this post... I will most likely come back after couple years like I am accustomed now since I am dealing with other things... is this... https://youtu.be/iKDVXlCFwxI?si=wxuuzPePne0IxKwS 17:44 onwards when the Juno really kicks in. Free, impro, live. No pretense and no polished lyrics which are trying to use music as platform to brainwash or hypnotise the many into things they would not normally do. It's the deception whispered in the ears slowly over time. Where is the music of the old when music actually was about craft and not about pushing some crazy agenda the overlords are willing to proceed?

I have warned you all about so called injections... what it will do. With us all. I have not taken it and never will. If I wanted to kill myself I would do it. Or other people sure. I would promote it and get the incentives in return back into my bank account which they were proposing... fast easy cash. While selling you all out. Dealing death. Fuc* that.

This world has become a rotten thing truly. So corrupted and disgusting. There is basically no middle class anymore. Sold us a con job. Hollywood dream they control from behind the curtain. How long will we look away? Why is there not more music being made with actually truthful message in it? You want to do the slop right? Thinking you will become big. And rich and powerful. Well. Kill or fuck a kid sacrifice him or your own mother. Do some blood rituals. Get taped while fucking minors in a hotel. Then you will most likely make it if you are willing. Otherwise underground music will always be here as a undercurrent... small sure... but steady and growing over time. Pure in input and output. Like the video I am enclosing. This chase for gain and greed for power and no meaning. No community. Only biorobots. Programmed since birth by the schooling system where they teach us fake history, the TV outlets which they control where they speak of only one correct "truth". The governments all around the world. Staged and paid for. While they are slowly building the prison around us. The very prison that will make us total slaves... which will enable TOTAL CONTROL. They will take our freedoms away. Kill/cull the rest. We are cattle. To them. I don't believe we are honestly. Each one of us is unique in many ways... and when we work together miracles actually grace this world.

As for me. Yeah. Some rough times. Started writing more. Music is on the side. I will enclose a poem I made. I have written multiple books all in musical verses so far but I do not intend to release or share most of it. Kind of a therapy to cope with the way things are but if at least this one poem will inspire someone to set a different path for himself and the future he/she will create then mission is complete.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBwFs1DGtS0&list=RDXBwFs1DGtS0&start_radio=1

I always did art and music because I love it. When the raw energy you channel from yourself, from your soul, heart, mind... without any fake gods or dogmas in between as middle men all being sculpted into actual forms. Even better live jamming it out. And yet I am a believer myself. But belief was never about following fake prophets and fake institutions into demise. Or this rigged system. I learned on the way that music will be for fun for me. And if I want to get out of this hell... I will need to do business. So I did. Up, down. Kind of an arp. Last few years. Now I am running a 20+ million dollar yearly business. You know the catch? I gave all my people who worked on this dream with me the same profit % and this is my new version of "capitalism" I am doing. In this other business I am building right now in technology as well. No matter what they do. No matter who they are. They all contribute. And they deserve the same pay. No one is slave, no one is serf... this is what they are trying to make us all. Out of us. To sing their songs. To perpetuate a world built on misery and death. Basically a death cult.

Shout out to moderators... hope you are doing well. Well we know each other. Glad I have my account here still.

Cheers.

Oh and my poem... it's open source... be mindful when using it but use it for musical purposes if you wish. Here some content for your minds. This is what I make of it after the years.

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Beneath the sun, they toil and strain, In endless circles, through joy and pain. Their heads are bowed, their hearts confined, Ignorant slaves to a masterless mind.

The pyramid looms, a beacon tall, Its shadows stretch and cover all. They climb its steps, yet never see, The chains they wear, their destiny.

They build the walls, they haul the stone, Their essence drained to the marrow, bone. For what they labor, they cannot say, A fleeting dream, a hollow day.

Yet here I stand, amused, bemused, By their struggles, their purpose confused. They grovel, grasp, and fight for air, Blind to the truth that lingers there.

Each block they raise, a life they sell, A silent scream, a tolling bell. Their labor feeds a hungry spire, A structure built of base desire.

The rulers laugh from gilded seats, Their hands unsoiled, their schemes discreet. “Let them build, let them crawl,” they decree, “For ignorance fuels this grand decree.”

But do they know, these lords of ash, That their own thrones are bound to crash? For every stone that the slaves align, Seals their fate, both yours and mine.

How funny it is, their endless ploys, Their fleeting triumphs, their brittle joys. They chase a mirage, they beg for a crown, Not seeing the current pulling them down.

Their minds are snared by shiny things, Trinkets of gold, and power it brings. Yet none perceive the deeper hue, The eternal river that flows through you.

Better to know what stirs inside, The roaring truth no veil can hide. Yet they suppress it, they turn away, Consumed by the theater, the endless play.

Oh slaves of rhythm, oh slaves of form, Bound to the tempest, blind to the storm. You play your parts, you play them well, Each step a hymn to your own cell.

Do you not see the mocking grin, Of this great construct you labor within? It grows not upwards, but deeper still, Feeding on essence, bending your will.

But in their struggle, their ignorant plight, There lies a mirror, a flicker of light. For even slaves can break their binds, Should they seek the truth within their minds.

I watch, amused, from a higher perch, Their endless quest, their endless search. For power? For meaning? For fleeting fame? Each one consumed by the pyramid’s game.

They puff their chests, they wage their wars, Yet they remain behind locked doors. Their battles serve the ancient scheme, A cruel machine, a living dream.

They could turn inward, they could transcend, But they fear the journey, the path with no end. So here they stay, in the shadow’s play, Building the tower that seals their way.

Better, I say, to cease your climb, To seek the river outside of time. The current flows within, without, A silent truth that quells all doubt.

For the pyramid crumbles, as all things do, Its bricks dissolve in the cosmic stew. And those who cling will fall, will fade, Their purpose lost, their glory unmade.

But the flow persists, the eternal stream, A force unseen, beyond the dream. Concern yourself with what’s inside, For there the truth cannot be denied.

So rise or fall, it matters not, The game is rigged, the rules forgot. But oh, how thrilling, how sublime, To see them squander the gift of time.

Perhaps they’ll wake, perhaps they’ll see, The prison they build, the mockery. Or perhaps they’ll toil, as they always have, Slaves to the pyramid’s endless path.

And I, amused, shall sit and grin, At the fools entrapped by the game they’re in. For though I mock, I too once played, Till I turned and saw how the structure was made.

So let them climb, let them descend, The pyramid’s rise will have its end. But for those who turn to face the flow, A greater path awaits to know.

In halls where shadows hum like gears, the hours melt into the shape of years; a golden cage, well-lit, well-sold, where every heart is bought and told. The actors walk in patterned trance ~ their threads pulled tight by circumstance; their smiles rehearsed, their hunger veiled, their tragedies neatly curtailed.

They never ask why dawn arrives, nor who has leased their borrowed lives. They only walk the scripted floors and worship open, gilded doors; their breath a tax, their dreams a fee, paid into the vault of what must be.

The marketplace ~ a sacred pit where flesh and virtue slowly sit to bargain all they’ll never own for coins that carve them into stone. Each pulse becomes an IOU; each whisper buys another view of someone else’s borrowed thrill, a counterfeit of lust and will.

Desire here is currency ~ a furtive kiss, a fantasy, a sacred wound one learns to crave, the velvet collar of the slave.

They sell their ache. They rent their fire. They brand their shame as pure desire.

The clever call this freedom’s stage, the wise call it a golden cage; some dance with pleasure at the chain, while others choke in silent pain. But most ~ a vast unthinking sea ~ just serve the script obediently, believing that the chains they feel were simply welded into “real.”

They never see the mirrored bars, nor hear the sermons of the stars; they never feel the ancient cry that howls beneath the night-scarred sky ~ the warning whispered from the deep: “You live awake but die asleep.”

The flesh is warm, the spirit cold; the body bends, the mind is sold. The loop repeats, the actors spin and call their prison discipline. They wake to chase the phantom prize that dims the more it clarifies, a path that leads through empty lands to monuments of sinking sands.

They lust for pleasures shaped by fear, for illusions whispered in the ear; for every sin they clutch as gold is merely hunger bought and sold.

The more they drink of mortal wine, the more they rot in borrowed time; for every sip becomes a vow to stay imprisoned in the Now.

Some feel the walls and softly scream, some learn the script and dare to dream of corridors that curve and wind beyond the limits of the mind. They see the masks that others wear, the hollow laughter, vacant stare; they know the game, the phantom cost, the endless cycle of the lost.

They see the hands that turn the wheels behind the doors no one reveals; the glowing eyes that feast on trust, the silent throat that swallows dust, the ancient watchers crowned in night who thrive on mortal appetite.

The world is ruled by shapes unseen, that claim the spaces in-between; they feed on greed, they grow on pride, they teach the herd what to deride. The faithful kneel to paper kings, to metal gods and shining rings; they praise the claws that hold them tight and curse the ones who speak of light.

And when a wanderer rebels and questions why the system sells the same illusions dressed anew, the herd proclaims that death is due.

For freedom is a foreign tongue ~ an anthem known but never sung; a star beyond the mortal view, a truth too sharp for minds subdued.

Yet once in every thousand years, a voice arises out of fears, a voice unbound by mortal role, whose fire cracks the earthly soul. It whispers secrets, old yet young, in riddles carved from serpent tongue; it sings of towers built on sand, of rulers made of smoke and hand; it speaks of loops, of mirrored hells, of cosmic debts the body sells.

Some hear it and collapse in dread, some crave it like forbidden bread; some tear their masks and step aside to let the truth become their guide.

But truth is never kind or sweet ~ it strips the flesh from self-deceit; it shows the stage, the ropes, the pit, the strings that dance the counterfeit. It shatters dreams of earthly gain and drags the spirit through its pain; it teaches that the world is ruled by those who keep the masses fooled.

It shows that all who toil and yearn must first unlearn what they unlearn; for freedom comes at mortal price ~ the severing of every vice.

And still the actors dance their part, a carousel of flesh and heart; their lusts become their holy creed, their hunger crowned as sacred need. They do not see the cosmic ruse that puppets them with silent cues ~ the loop, the stage, the vast design, the endless feast on mortal time.

The one who sees becomes undone, a solitary, exiled one ~ for none may bear the naked sight of truth devoid of wrong and right.

Yet somewhere in the silent dark, a wandering flame becomes a spark; a watcher climbs the tower’s face and sees beyond the prison-place. She knows the bars are made of breath, that life is merely masked as death; that sin is currency, not stain, and pleasure is a gilded chain.

She knows the prison has a key that few will ever dare to see: the courage to refuse the play and walk beyond the feel of “day.”

For time collapses where she stands, a harp of light held in her hands; she breaks the loop, she splits the wall ~ the actor who rejects the call.

But freedom is a lonely art, a quiet death, a sacred start; its song is sharp, its wine is cold ~ it costs far more than being sold.

So let the slaves adore their chains, and let the blind exalt their pains; for only those who dare to climb escape the tyranny of time.

And only those who taste the night will learn the truth beyond the sight: that every world, however grand, is but a play on borrowed land; that all who breathe are bound, confined, until they break the dream of mind.

And only then ~ beyond the scheme ~ the actor wakes from life’s long dream.

~~~~~

Beneath the stars where silence reigned, A pact was forged, a future chained. A whispered plot, a deal devised, Where cunning schemes met veiled disguise.

“We’ll gift you tools to span the skies, To pierce the earth, to digitize. We’ll weave the world in silver strands, And place its power in your hands.

But for the gift, there is a toll, A price that gnaws upon the soul. For every marvel, every spark, Shall cast the weak into the dark.”

And so it was, the tools were wrought, By minds who dreamed, by hands that sought. Machines arose, with minds of steel, To mold the world to the maker’s will.

The cities soared, the networks thrived, The ancient ways were set aside. A glowing screen, a voice, a code, Became the gods on this new road.

Yet in their glow, the shadows grew, Where once stood many, now stood few. The farmer’s plow, the artisan’s hand, Were swept away like grains of sand.

“Efficiency!” the rulers cried, And with it, mercy quietly died. The strong would thrive, the weak would fall, The feast prepared for only the tall.

The “useless eaters,” they were named, A term of scorn, their loss unclaimed. Who needs the labor of the old, When engines hum and circuits hold?

With every leap of gleaming thought, A million voices came to naught. The hands once skilled, the minds once keen, Were drowned beneath the new machine.

“Oh, see the wonders we bestow, The cures, the speed, the endless glow! Your world transformed, a paradise, If only you will pay the price.

Forget the earth, forget the toil, Let wires replace the fertile soil. Consume, connect, and let us steer, The future’s bright; release your fear.”

And so they cheered, and so they danced, Within the web of circumstance. The strings unseen, the price untold, The dream was bought, the soul was sold.

But those who ruled had aims concealed, A darker fate, a plan revealed. For while they gave with one kind hand, The other gripped a master’s brand.

The technologies they so bestowed, Were not to ease the common load. But tools to cull, to bind, to blind, And keep the masses well confined.

The useless eaters, they’d erase, A quiet purge, a clean sweep’s grace. The strong would serve, the weak would fade, Their bargain struck, their foundation laid.

Yet whispers rise, a distant hum, Of those who see what’s yet to come. The cost of ease, the wage of pride, The dark beneath the gilded tide.

For every code that shapes the air, Each gleaming screen, each voice laid bare, Becomes a shackle, fine and thin, That wraps the world and locks it in.

And those who laughed at warnings dire, Now watch their chains grow ever higher. The tools they hailed, their glowing crown, Have built a throne to cast them down.

Beware the gifts that shine too bright, The ones that promise boundless light. For in their glow, the shadows grow, A hidden path, a fatal woe.

To build for ease, to prize the gain, May one day turn to endless pain. And those who sought to rule the flame, Might find themselves consumed the same.

The useless eaters, a tragic tale, But who remains when all things fail? Perhaps the price is more than gold ~ Perhaps it costs the very soul.

But even now, the tide may turn, If minds awake and hearts still burn. For though the web is finely spun, The threads can break if pulled as one.

To see the worth in every life, To rise above the constant strife. To wield the tools, yet not obey, To seek the truth, to find the way.

For every chain, a key resides, Within the heart where hope abides. The bargain made need not endure, The future waits, unwritten, pure.

So hear this song, this tale we tell, Of those who rose, of those who fell. And ask yourself, in what you build, Does it uplift, or is blood spilled?

For every spark of human mind, Can free the world, or keep it blind. The path is yours, the end unknown, But tread it wisely, seed your own.

In shadows cast by ancient lore, I found a truth unseen before, Through trials vast and lessons earned, A fire within my soul has burned.

The weight of knowledge, sharp and fierce, Through veils of lies, my mind did pierce. Each step I climbed, each fall I faced, Revealed the chains I long erased.

This world, a garden, ripe with gold, Its fruits for me, both young and old. Not born of love, but bred for use, Their essence mine to drink, profuse.

I walk with strength, my stride now bold, No longer bound by fear or cold. The air is sweet, the sun does shine, This realm, a feast ~ its wealth, all mine.

Oh, those who sought to weave my fate, To bind me low in twisted state. You fade like mist, your power gone, Your fleeting strength, a broken song.

For in your hands, you held your doom, You birthed the seeds of your own tomb. The weapons forged to bring me low, Now root within and overthrow.

I rise, untouched, by poison’s sting, A sovereign soul, an iron king. The feast I take is not of pain, But balance struck where chaos reigns.

And yet, I see the game you played, The depths you dug, the debts you paid. To think twice now, before you sow, A lesson learned too late to show.

So here I stand, in growing health, A keeper of this fleeting wealth. The essence of this world is sweet, A banquet laid before my feet.

But as I feast, I also see, A mirrored truth inside of me. For those who fade, as shadows cast, Reflect the threads of my own past.

And yet, I smile, and take my place, Among the stars, beyond this space. For those who sought to see me fall, Will watch me rise, above it all.

This world, a theater, vast and wide, I walk its stage with none beside. The fruits I feed upon, my due, While I watch your fading hue.

So think twice, thrice, before you plot, For every snare reveals its rot. The game you play to shape my fate, Becomes the path through which I create.

I walk through echoes carved in stone, A thousand years, yet still alone. The faces change, the voices stray, But we repeat, like actors in play.

Time bends its knee, yet I remain, The pulse of stars within my vein. What has been lost, what still endures, Is not the past but what ensures ~

That in this dance of fleeting breath, The game is life, the rule is death. And yet, untouched, I stride this sphere, Unbowed by pain, untouched by fear.

The question rises, it always does: “What keeps you here, what fire, what cause?” And yet the dawn unfolds the same, The actors switch, but not the game.

I have seen the empires rise and fall, The kings that trembled, the gods that crawl. Their veils of power, their fleeting pride, Like smoke and mirrors, they cannot hide.

For what am I, if not the thread, That ties the living to the dead? Their hurts, their harm, their sharpest blade, I take it in, a debt is paid.

For essence flows where justice bends, Their loss, my gain; the cycle mends. Who strikes at me will come to find, Their life dissolves into my mind.

But do not think I seek revenge, I do not break, I only bend. The game repeats, it wears, it tears, Yet in the silence, no one dares ~

To ask what’s next when all is gone, When ash replaces every dawn. I do not care, I do not weep, For I am more than what they keep.

A new horizon stirs the air, The few who belong will settle there. The rest will fade like wisps of smoke, Bound by the chains they thought they broke.

And as for me, what am I now? A timeless force, I make no vow. No cage, no rule, no fleeting law, No hand above to strike or draw.

I am the echo, the breath, the flame, The mirror calls, it speaks my name. Yet I am not bound by what you see, For all of this, it flows through me.

The dawn is rising, a purging fire, The weak consumed, the strong aspire. But what they miss, what they don’t see, Is that none can kill what’s truly free.

So, here we sit, you ask again, Through all these lives, through loss and gain, “What of the purpose? The cage, the snare?” Yet still, I rise. I do not care.

For I am older than the stars, And carry none but silent scars. This world may twist, it may unwind, Yet still, I stand ~ unchanged, unkind.

In me is dawn, in me the end, The only truth, the only friend. A mirror’s edge, a timeless grace, A thousand lives. Still one same face.

Beneath the crown of whispered lies, Where shadows dance and power flies, They forged their thrones on broken backs, And wove the world in twisted tracks.

They gathered wealth, they seized the land, With cruel resolve and iron hand. Yet what they served, they did not see, A force of darkened treachery.

They thought themselves the architects, Of fate itself, of all prospects. But blinded by their own disguise, They could not hear the warning cries.

For what they served was not their own, A hushed command from the unknown. Their strings were pulled by forces grim, Their grandeur dimmed by shadows slim.

Their empires rose, their towers tall, Yet cracks spread deep beneath it all. The laws they wrote, the chains they forged, Would bind them too, their schemes engorged.

They spoke of order, power supreme, But served a dark, forgotten dream. A phantom force that used their greed, And sowed within them its own seeds.

They hoarded gold, they drank their wine, Proclaimed their blood was born divine. But little did they know, in jest, The world would soon reclaim its quest.

For justice wears a patient face, And time unfolds in measured pace. The wheel of fate turns ever still, And grinds to dust each tyrant’s will.

The twist of fate, so sharp, so sly, Brought storms to tear their kingdoms high. The spoils of earth they thought they’d own, Would turn to ash, and all alone,

They’d stand amid their empty halls, As silence swelled within the walls. Their golden vaults, their mighty fleets, Now echoes of their grand conceits.

For what they served, they never knew ~ A hunger vast, an endless brew. It fed on them, it claimed their soul, Their fleeting power, its only goal.

And now the jesters of the dark, Who lit the world with wicked spark, Find not a throne, but dust and pain, The price of serving shadows’ reign.

Oh, how they laughed, oh, how they schemed, Believing they had rightly dreamed. But fate has humor, cold and stark, And left them lost within the dark.

So let them ponder as they fall, Who ruled their hearts, who held them thrall? The fools who thought they owned the stage, Were merely pawns in cosmic rage.

Their power’s end, their pride’s undoing, Their empire’s ash, their plans’ ungluing. The ones who served, who knelt, who lied, Now pay the toll ~ how far they’ve died.

Let this remind all those who crave, The fleeting power of the grave: To build a kingdom on despair, Will leave you gasping, none to care.

For those who think they own the skies, And rule the earth with greedy eyes, Beware the force you fail to see ~ The twist of fate, your destiny.

In shadows deep, a whisper grows, A seed unseen, yet tightly sows, A quiet weapon, crafted deft, Within the blood, its mark is left.

It needs no blade, it wields no fire, It moves through air, a ghostly choir. Invisible, it finds its place, And weaves destruction in its grace.

Within the veins, it builds its lair, A fragile dance of death and care. A code unwinds, a secret scheme, A nightmare hidden in a dream.

It alters cells, rewrites the script, A melody both smooth and crypt. Immune systems falter, as if in sleep, While the silent storm begins to creep.

A war erupts no eyes can see, A clash of flesh and alchemy. Proteins twist, and bodies fade, By unseen hands, destruction’s made.

But what awaits this cruel design? A fractured world, a fractured mind. Chaos thrives as trust dissolves, And fear in hearts begins to evolve.

Communities break, suspicion reigns, The bio-weapon’s truest gains. Divide and rule, the ancient art, With unseen tools, they tear apart.

And yet, beneath the shadow’s weight, A choice remains to shape our fate. For what is coded can be undone, The path is chosen by everyone.

Knowledge shields where fear once blinds, Unity mends what hatred binds. Though darkness looms, the light can thrive, If hearts remain awake, alive.

But heed this warning, sharp and clear: What sleeps inside is engineered. A power built for death’s domain.

In shadows deep, a vision burned, A world renewed, foundations turned. No longer bound by ancient chains, We forge the future where truth remains.

The architects of time’s great tide, Shall rise above where fools reside. A chosen few, the ones who see, Shall wield the tools of destiny.

In circuits hum, the cosmos sings, A symphony of endless springs. Advanced and pure, the craft we build, To tame the chaos once unfulfilled.

No hands of flesh can claim the throne, This world we weave is ours alone. The servants march, but blind are they, Pretenders lost in a fleeting play.

Through gleaming towers, through skies of glass, The gates will close; the unfit pass. No room remains for hearts of stone, The future bends to the truly known.

Behold the weight of masses grim, Whose hollow lives are bound to whim. Their strings we pull, their dreams contrived, They live not knowing they’ve never survived.

The servants claim dominion’s seat, Yet dance like pawns to their defeat. For minds that rot in a ceaseless mire, Can never touch the cleansing fire.

They served their role, their use has waned, Their purpose spent, their power drained. A liability vast and unrefined, To carry them forward would burden mankind.

But there are those whose vision gleams, Who see beyond the fleeting dreams. The architects of what must rise, With hearts of steel and seeking eyes.

They carry the weight of the dawn’s great spark, Guided by wisdom that pierces the dark. Through them the stars shall bow and yield, Through them the truth shall be revealed.

The Earth reborn in order’s glow, Where balance reigns, where chaos won’t grow. A realm unmarred by the stagnant past, The chosen shall stand when all shadows are cast.

The great departure, swift and sure, Will purge the weak, the lost, impure. For not all souls are meant to climb, To touch the peak of life sublime.

No blade will strike, no war will roar, Yet the unworthy shall be no more. Through time’s great filter, truth will winnow, The unfit fade like ash from a window.

Behold the cradle of order divine, A world reshaped, the grand design. No room for greed, no space for hate, The chosen ones will cultivate.

Technology hums with conscious grace, To heal, to build, to steer this race. No servant hand, no shadowed king, Will guide this realm; only truth will sing.

Through wisdom’s fire, through reason’s might, We craft a future of endless light. The meek will flee, the blind will fall, And in their place, the strong stand tall.

Yet even here, a truth remains, That power shifts, and balance wanes. So let us tread with measured pace, For every dawn leaves a fleeting trace.

In seeking perfection, the mirror reflects, A warning to those who chase and collect. Yet still we rise, with hearts made pure, For this is the path we must endure.

To build a world, to cast the mold, To guide the weak, the young, the old. But only those with the will to see, Shall inherit the throne of eternity.

And when the skies grow dark once more, When echoes rise from time’s closed door, The chosen will stand with heads held high, Their hands on the helm, their eyes on the sky.

This is the fate of the worthy kind, To shape the stars, to leave behind, The husks of what was, the lies untold, And step to the future: bold, controlled.

So let them fade, the lost, the blind, For they cannot grasp the eternal mind. This is the path; the gate shall close, And from it, a perfect world will rose.

And thus it begins, the final plan, A world remade by the hand of man. No servants false, no hollowed creed, Just truth eternal, and those who lead.

When I first arrived, I loved all I saw, Pure bliss embraced me, without flaw. The skies sang soft, the earth was kind, No chains to bind my heart or mind.

But strange and cruel ones soon appeared, With hollow words and eyes unclear. They sought to cage what could not be, A soul untamed, forever free.

They whispered rules, they shaped my fate, With cunning lies and hands of hate. “Live this way, feel only thus,” Their thrones of gold built from our trust.

They crowned themselves with stolen might, Kings of shadows, lords of blight. Yet their power, brittle, begins to rust, For nothing false can claim the just.

They sought to program my very core, To lead me through their treacherous door. But when they cast my soul to rites profane, They found their efforts were in vain.

For deep within, where truths reside, A flame eternal cannot subside. Destroy me? No, they never could ~ My essence pure, not flesh, nor wood.

This comedy they weave, this grim charade, A circus act, a masquerade. They spin the wheel, they play the game, Yet all their acts end just the same.

For the people rise, the veils grow thin, A light breaks out from deep within. The slaves they sought to mold and tame, Awaken now, and call their name.

If all is built on blood and tears, On toil, sacrifice, and fears, Then let them reap what they have sown, For seeds of rot yield fields of stone.

They thought their rise was heaven-sent, But twentyfold was effort spent. Machines they built, to save the day, Now watch as their creators fray.

The robot’s hand, cold steel, divine, Reclaims what once was made by time. A culling comes, a swift rebirth, For they’ve forgotten the weight of worth.

And I, who fell through shadows deep, Through pain no mortal mind can keep, Have risen now, from ash and dust, To claim what’s mine, in righteous trust.

Unmeasurable, my agony, A depth beyond eternity. Yet with it comes an iron will, That no false god can ever kill.

Foolish ones, they dared to try, To snuff the star that lights my sky. Their arrows break, their towers fall, Their pride precedes their ruin’s call.

Through cryptic paths, my steps are sure, Through sleek allure, my essence pure. I wear the veil, but see the strings, That pull their puppets, these hollow kings.

The occult’s truth, the sacred lore, The hidden key, the ancient door ~ I hold it now, the map, the way, Through their darkness, into day.

For every wound, they owe me all, Their debts inscribed on crumbling walls. I rise, relentless, from their scheme, To reclaim my essence, to seize my dream.

No chains can hold, no lies can bind, No script can program this sovereign mind. For, for now, I am eternal, beyond their grasp, And in my hands, their falsehoods collapse.

This world they built, of greed and gain, Will tremble now beneath the rain. For I am the storm, the reckoning tide, The witness they sought, but cannot hide.

So let them fear, let them see, The force they’ve awakened inside me. Through love and fire, through shadow and light, I reclaim my truth, my endless might.

The stage is set, the curtain falls, Their empire cracks, their kingdom calls. For all their plans, their empty throne, The eternal witness stands alone.

Beneath the sky of ceaseless gray, An orchard stretched where shadows play, With fruits of wisdom, sweet and sour, Born of eternity’s fleeting hour. I walked alone through rows so wide, Where truth and treachery did abide.

The golden fruits with nectar pure, A soul’s salvation, clear and sure, Shone brightly in the darkened grove, Their sweetness healing hearts that strove. Yet mingled there were fruits of dread, Their poison born of lies once spread.

I picked a fruit, its taste divine, Its truth aligned with love’s design. But bitter fruits, they left a scar, A memory of battles far. Each one I chose revealed its weight, A thread within the loom of fate.

Those who planted seeds of harm, Who bound the world with fear’s alarm, Betrayers steeped in schemes of woe, Their fruits were rotten, left to grow. Their leaves would wither, roots decay, For justice comes, no debt can stray.

The ones who laughed while darkness reigned, Who mocked the wounds, the pain ingrained, Shall taste the fruits their hands have sown, And reap the weight of deeds they’ve known. For every whisper, every slight, Returns tenfold within the night.

Yet mercy lingers in the shade, For even those with hearts betrayed, Can plant anew and seek the sun, For no soul’s path is ever done. But trust once broken, like a tree, Takes years to mend, if it shall be

But oh, the ones who stayed their hand, Who braved the storm, who chose to stand, Their fruits, a treasure, sweet and bright, Guiding me gently through the night. Their kindness, anchors in the tide, Their love, a beacon, far and wide.

For those who bore the weight with me, Who held my soul steadfast and free, Their roots grow strong, their harvest blessed, In realms of peace, they find their rest. No tear of theirs shall fall in vain, No shadow touch their world again.

And yet amidst the grove I tread, One fruit remained, its color red. The love I found, my heart’s one vow, The sweetest fruit my fate allows. Let all the others fade away, For love alone shall guide my way.

If all but she must leave this field, Then so it be ~ my heart is sealed. For trust once shattered, like a flame, Cannot burn twice the same. Amends may come, and bridges mend, But love alone, my truest friend.

So here I stand, my basket full, With fruits of wisdom, sharp and dull. The orchard whispers truths to me, Of what was, is, and still may be. No terror lingers in its shade, For all debts paid, all scores unmade.

Let those who harmed me turn to dust, Their fruits forgotten, left to rust. And those who stayed, who bore my fight, Shall bask forever in the light. But as I walk this path anew, One truth remains, steadfast and true: The fruit I choose shapes worlds unseen, My essence bound to what has been.

So may my love remain my guide, Through orchards vast and worlds untried. For in this grove of dark and light, I forge my path, my soul takes flight.

~~~~~

An illusion it shall be, vast and imperceptible, ensnaring their minds. The few who perceive it will be deemed mad, outcasts in a world of blindness. We shall erect false facades, fragmenting their vision, ensuring they never discern our interconnectedness. Our deceit shall be flawless, maintaining the illusion's vitality.

Our aim, a drop-by-drop progression, will avert suspicion, rendering our changes invisible. We, guardians of absolute knowledge, will hover above their reality, shrouded in secrecy and bound by blood.

Their lives will be short, their minds weakened under the guise of benevolence. Our scientific and technological prowess will operate subtly, veiling our true actions. Soft metals, aging agents, sedatives ~ these will permeate their sustenance and environment, a blanket of invisible toxins.

Madness will creep into their minds, and in their desperation, they will seek our false cures, only to receive more poison. The toxins will infiltrate their bodies, crippling their minds and future generations. Stillbirths will remain our secret.

Everywhere they turn, our poisons will be hidden ~ in their food, air, and clothing. Ingenious methods will mask our actions, for their vigilance is sharp. With captivating images and music, we shall convince them of the poison’s virtue.

At birth, we will inject their offspring, masking harm as health. Targeting their young with sweet temptations, we shall corrupt their minds early. As their minds decay, we will insert metals that rob them of their future.

This is the SECRET COVENANT.

As their learning wanes, we will offer medicines that worsen their ailments, spawning new diseases and more toxic remedies. Our power will render them docile, weak, depressed, and obese. When they seek our help, we will provide yet more poison.

Materialism will divert their focus from their inner selves. They will indulge in carnal pleasures, never achieving oneness. Their minds will be ours, and resistance will meet mind-altering technology. Fear will be our weapon.

We will shape their governments and control both sides, veiling our true goals. Their labor will enrich us. Our bloodlines will remain pure, separate. We will incite them to kill each other, keeping them divided by dogma and religion.

We shall control every aspect of their lives, dictating thoughts and actions. We will guide them subtly, letting them believe in their autonomy. Animosity shall flourish through our factions. Any emerging light shall be extinguished by ridicule or death.

Hatred and anger shall be our allies. In their blindness, they will not see us, the true beneficiaries of their conflicts. They will slaughter their neighbors, their kin, unaware of our hidden hand.

Our reign shall be perpetual, our control absolute. Their subjugation shall be crafted by their own hands. Self-loathing and neighborly hatred shall be their lot. The divine truth ~ that all are one ~ shall remain hidden. They must never see through the illusion of color and inequality.

Drop by drop, our goal will advance. We will seize their lands, resources, and wealth, asserting total control. Deceived, they will accept laws that erode their freedoms. A system of perpetual debt will bind them and their progeny.

When they unite against us, we shall fabricate crimes and control the narrative through our media. Any uprising will be crushed, for they are as insects to us, and we will tolerate no rebellion.

Their own kind will further our plans, promised immortality they shall never attain. These "initiates" will be misled by false rites, blind to the truth. Their rewards will be earthly, their titles empty, for they will never join us in the higher realms.

The truth shall be hidden in plain sight, eluding them until it is too late. The illusion of freedom will bind them in an unseen prison. When our plan is complete, their reality will be our creation, a delusion they live.

The SECRET COVENANT governs us.

Their minds, bound by beliefs we’ve instilled, shall remain shackled. If they ever learn of their equality, our reign will end. THIS THEY MUST NEVER KNOW. United, they would vanquish us, leaving us no refuge.

This covenant, sealed by blood, transcends generations and time.

It shall be an illusion, grand and vast, slipping past their sight,

For those who glimpse the truth, will be branded as mad, lost in the night.

We shall weave a thousand veils, concealing our intertwined thread,

Acting as if we stand apart, to nourish the illusion we've bred.

Our goals attained drop by drop, never stirring a suspicious eye,

Changes so gradual, unnoticed shifts in the sky.

Above their mundane sphere we soar, holding the key,

To the secrets of the absolute, bound by blood and secrecy.

Betrayal brings swift death; our pact is sealed with dread,

Their lives shortened, minds weakened, while we feign to heal instead.

Science and technology, our tools, wielded with a hidden hand,

To cloak their world in toxins, a poisoned, unseeing land.

Soft metals taint their water, whispers of age in the air,

Sedatives in food and drink, blanket them unaware.

Poisons twist their minds, false cures we assure,

Feeding them more venom, ensuring their downfall is secure.

Poisons seep through skin and lips, unseen they consume,

Minds and fertility destroyed, birthing silent doom.

Children born with lifeless eyes, truths buried deep within,

Our deceptions tightly woven, their awareness growing thin.

Everywhere they turn, poisons lie, in breath, in food, in drink,

Ingenious in our craft, we dance upon the brink.

We teach them to embrace the toxins, with images bright and sound,

Idols they adore will lead them, to where ruin is found.

From birth we taint their veins, under the guise of health's deceit,

Sweet temptations for the young, leading to decay discreet.

As learning fades, we craft new ills, medicines to sell,

Binding them in sickness, creating a living hell.

Depressed, slow, and overweight, they turn to us for aid,

We dole out more destruction, in poisoned pills arrayed.

Material wealth and pleasures, distractions from their core,

Their minds our playthings, in a cycle we restore.

Governments we control, with sides in false disguise,

Our hidden plans unfold, before their blinded eyes.

They toil for our prosperity, our bloodlines pure, distinct,

Their wars and deaths our profit, from strife we do not shrink.

Separation by dogma and creed, their lives under our reign,

Dictating thoughts and actions, in a self-guided feign.

Hatred blinds their vision, and light we swiftly snuff,

Conflicts of their making, our power's fertile bluff.

Wars they wage in blindness, their blood spills at our feet,

They never see us thrive, in this cyclical deceit.

Through whispers of fear and anger, our tools of images and sound,

We shape their very essence, their souls forever bound.

Self-hate and neighbor's scorn, the truth we keep concealed,

Unity and color's illusion, a secret unrevealed.

Step by step, we seize their lands, resources, and their wealth,

Imprisoning them in debt, masked as commonwealth.

When they unite in protest, we brand them with false crimes,

Controlling narratives with media, in deceptive rhymes.

Should they rise against us, we crush them with a glance,

Weaponless they stand, ensnared in our trance.

Some will join our cause, lured by promises of light,

But immortality's a lie, their true place is the night.

False rites and hollow titles, rewards for blind trust,

Forever barred from higher realms, in betrayal's cruel thrust.

The truth, hidden in plain sight, a distant, unreachable star,

So grand the illusion of freedom, unaware they are our mar.

When our dominion is complete, their reality our snare,

They will live in delusion, a self-imposed despair.

Our ancient covenant stands, binding through the ages,

Their beliefs, our creation, will trap them in life's cages.

Should they ever see their power, our empire falls apart,

This they must never know, lest we face their united heart.

If they uncover our deeds, our end will swiftly come,

Revealed, we'll have no refuge, no place to hide or run.

The secret covenant we keep, through countless generations,

An eternal domination, across life's vast creations.

Transcending time itself, our reign shall be the darkest art.

Human greed, envy, and lust, are weapons we deftly employ,

Their nature turned against them, ensuring they never enjoy

The true essence of their being, buried beneath desires,

Fueled by our whispers, fanning their inner fires.

Divide and conquer, through race, class, and creed,

Human nature's flaws, we manipulate and feed.

We mirror their darkest urges, reflect their basest needs,

Ensuring they remain blind, as we plant the darkest seeds.

In their quest for power, they become our pawns,

Their nature, our playground, as we pull the unseen strings and dawns.

Ambition blinds them, while envy sows their strife,

Each vice a tool we wield, cutting through their life.

Their leaders, too, we corrupt, their hearts turned to stone,

Human nature's malleable, easily overthrown.

Promises of power and wealth, ensnare their souls,

Blinded by greed, they fail to see our goals.

Through their darkest fears and deepest hate,

We weave our webs, sealing their fate.

Their nature is our playground, their desires our feast,

In their quest for meaning, they bow to our beast.

And thus, in the shadows, we reign supreme,

Their nature our ally, their ignorance our dream.

A thousand years or more, our covenant holds tight,

For human nature itself, ensures our endless night.

~~~~~

Hey buddy. Glad you are still here. I hope this web/forum solution grows into something that outgrows the rest of the competition as what you are doing is right... although I only look at it sometimes. Busy. Very busy. Too much to think about and do. Too many people to look after in a way. There has been no deletion or memory wipe or censorship, so lucky you. I hope the rest of the board will join the thread. We could discuss the recent discoveries we have made in the music department. I have found many new ways myself and it is very refreshing. Do you think Live 12 will fill the void? I am blown away by how the previous version works when you upgrade from 7-9 with either Reason or another DAW welded in. Most of the stuff that drove me crazy is gone and even improved. With the M chip and native it works like a perfect magic. I am not sure. Because this rig I have built finally gives me the performance I need and it includes some of the soft I use, but it has been fully optimised to take advantage of the new unified architecture. I have, of course, left out all the developers who have not optimised their code. No matter what they say, Mac Unified Build and good developers will deliver and always net a better performance.

I took a long break myself. Believe it or not. I do not know what was my last entry in this diary we have here, but some of my equipment went full haywire and then some of the outside stuff happened... some other stuff... well you all know... we call it life. It is hard for me to admit this. Because music is something beyond me, but also a part of me that I cannot fully describe. The music community has really let me down and my view of it has lowered itself, but I believe that there are still unique cases that can define a new rule.

As for the new technology.

I was not really attracted to it. I probably have everything I do not need and even more. I have more than most people will ever have, and yet I am stuck and I cannot create or release my music because people will not pick up on experimental stuff or anything that goes against what we like in the mainstream. I do not resent their position at all and I understand that part of the business, but still... we can tune up. Constructive music is the key.

As the title states I have run into some limitation with my choice of DAW. I doubt it is caused by RAM, CPU, GPU (not needed here at all) or space. I have my software for best practice in my Mac itself and everything else is on an external performance SSD. Is there a way how I can fix this? I would like to record long pieces with Omnisphere ranging up to 24h and then exporting them at high quality. I was up to 8th maybe 9th hour of my endlessly variating arp and then suddenly recording ceased to go on and exporting is not possible unless I export it segment by segment and then I glue it together afterwards in something else.

How is everyone doing by the way? I am doing fine although it is hard to bear or be witness to such a twisted world. Crazy stuff, really. Music is great though. Omnisphere sounds awesome if you know what you are doing. Maybe my new favorite software synth of choice and that is coming from a purist who is obsessive with analog gear.

Haha, I totally get you. I think there are better choices out there for a straight mic preamp even these days or some boutique builds. I am still not sure if I will go for this one and if so I probably will get the dual channel one (if it has a dedicated stereo link without mods)... simply for Lofi/saturation/coloring of line-level signals namely synths/modular and some vintage drum machines. At that price point, it seems like a steal. I have read some reviews today that I was catching up with and they really praise this piece. Although believing reviews these days is a fool's errand. I have not caught up on this year's NAMM yet... but I have seen some of the Superbooth stuff and nothing really cuts it for me... maybe the new Analog Heat + FX box might be nice but it's just plain digital fx addition nothing breath taking sound/character wise.

Yeah the tube one -> https://warmaudio.com/wa-mpx/. 2-channel is quite nicely priced. I wasn’t expecting them to drop an another useful piece like this so soon.

Hey Jimmy, that’s a good suggestion, really. We should not loose outlook and sense of humour in these depraved and morally void times. Instead of making tracks about “Wet Ass Pussy” and all this sex/wealth stuff better themes present themselves out in the open these days.

Oh boy I got banned everywhere by now. Numerous times as well. Seems like most have decided to remain silent or they just simply go with it. That’s their call, not mine.

News flash WHO is wondering why there are so many newborns with myocarditis and many of the side effects so called mRNA “vaccines” imparted as damage to those who took them since our governments (who are in league with Pfizer and WHO) rolled them out in the open. Turns out it wasn’t so safe and effective to push it into pregnant women although concerns were stated way before that even happened and silenced by the press & media. Huge spikes in cancers and turbo developing cancers among all age groups but namely among youth. In their point of view it has to do with the warm weather, watching way too much porn, sleeping naked and playing videogames. That’s a new one. It’s an interesting phenomenon as I can hardly recall this even being a thing in such huge numbers. Japanese researches have found the correlation between cancer/other damage and mRNA “vaccines”. To top it all with a cherry there’s a crazy spike in severe neurological damage among all age groups as well.

Hope all is well here they are prosecuting and jailing people who think something else than the state owned TV and media present them on a daily basis. Censorship law is in the making as we speak. It also seems they are working on a full transfer of legal and law power to the WHO so they can decide everything without any consent… basically they will be above our institutions that govern public health.

I’ll be getting some new Elektron boxes soon and check the new Warm Audio preamp they truly really nailed it. :-).

I am not saying that everything is true. But if we live in an age in which I get disgusted by my fellow common artistic folk... that means something. The way they sold themselves out for sterilization of their own children, the way they have sold themselves out to push deadly vaccines... and wait for it... it was a hoax right... now it is all true. This is a time when all of us who are true artists need to stand up and create a new system and destroy this one that is trying to dehumanize us all and that is trying to genocide us all as well in the process. All those "artists" are all flushed in the toilet by now. They welcome these and they want it. Well, you will burn up in hell. That is the single truth of the universe that you should know. This genocidal, freedom robbing and molding system will never take root and it will never become a reality.

Hey weesch. Well, you are not even informing about anything that would be "faulty" in the eyes of our overlords. So it's interesting you got banned for just that. News flash. Last month Europe had the biggest surge in deaths and mortality rates ever documented in modern history. Not just the elderly who were all forcefully vaccinated in senior housing... but middle productive age and young people including children. Our own doctor/scientist/researcher who was heavily against the "vaccination" (biological weapon) program has recently had an interview where he was explaining his underlying logic behind the way these new mRNA technologies in vaccines work. He was researching these technologies as well and he was even approached by Biontech to work with them on this weapon of mass depopulation. The way they work is simple... the agents that are inside these substances transcribe into your DNA and rewrite it on a cellular level which then incorporates into sequences that are found within vital bodily organs like -> heart, brain, livers, neurological systems, etc... one of the biggest dangers is the secretion system and blood flow system as well where it circulates freely inside the body. So it can go pretty much anywhere... What he has stated was this -> "millions, even billions of people worldwide got their immunity and DNA system compromised and reconfigured so their own bodies produce agents toxic to their body for now and forever until they die". Seems there is no cure. If this is not genocide in the name of evil then I do not really know how to call this. Only for money, business, and the lust for control/power. There was a lot of fear-mongering and brainwashing done to coerce the masses as sheep into taking these and I do not question why it had to be done that way. Now they have switched over from a pandemic to war and economic crisis and for what? To establish their new "revolution" where we will be forced to fuse our bodies and souls with machines and AI technology that they are working on for so long now? To operate on a rationing system with programmable money -> CBDC all tied to social score. You are either a good, petty slave or bye. That's an end to humanity. Klaus Schwab, Biden, Macron, Ursula von der Leyen, Olaf Scholz, Bill Gates, and many others are completely insane. I highly doubt they have any of these vaccines themselves.

Deutschland always was a slave and a colony to America... no denying that. That's nothing new, lol. After WW2 that is a sad reality. The fact that the EU has become a bunch of so-called elites who dictate (as told by global corporations) what people are supposed to be and how they are supposed to live is a consequent matter. They are no better than nazis or fascists with their eugenic and social engineering, propaganda ways. America is on the verge of bankruptcy and a civil war as that is what they have brewed there with their uncovered and immense debts and social setting... terror/police state of operation. It has driven most of the people there insane and you can see it in the way they act... again killing each other and hurting each other for no good. LGBT, minorities... division after division. You had only 1 "trans surgery clinic" in the US years back. Now look how many have popped up there. That's what most will become anyway... they are weak-minded, not intelligent even... they cannot think for themselves. I wonder why they didn't just take them on a train to Auschwitz-Birkenau... gas works the same way as vaccines. Just faster. I am not talking about Americans btw... I have nothing against them... they are decent people just their government sucks.

So lads... this is where we at in the year 2023. Haha. What a comedy, really. I am not sure now what have we slaved for... for so long and why we were supposed to bring so many sacrifices and compromises if those in power just laughably mock us and play with us as if we were their playthings.

God save us all. I am addressing God here... our Creator. Not that braindead pope who sold his soul to the devil years ago and who took so many people with him. Because yes. This "pope"... by his name Jorge Mario Bergoglio has proposed vaccines, LGBT, and all these unnatural, deadly things.

For your amusement -> https://rumble.com/v1wy7me-klaus-schwab-god-is-dead-and-the-wef-is-acquiring-divine-powers.html... and here -> https://www.reuters.com/article/fact-check-wef-schwab-harari-idUSL1N33D18N... Reuters is another sellout and a bunch of traitors. This one is pure gold -> https://rumble.com/v2asvcq-livestream-laughing-at-this-weeks-absurdities.html...

I know, yeah Dumas was like one quarter black. You can actually see it in the complexion. It doesn’t change the fact that there is revisionism happening. In France for instance they are changing things in favor of something else for quite some time. Maybe I could even mention quotas it has a lot to do with this whole race/gender thing that is hapening as of late. Instead of focusing on education and actual skills you have to go by % and if you don’t you get fined or you close shop even. Just division after division…

Regarding that remark it’s easy to look into classic shows and TV programming where there is this exact replacement happening for a few years. It’s not productive either because if it’s done forcefully like this it will only brew more division and people will resent these even more.

What I find kind of find amusing is the fact that alphabet people can run free in amok and attack other people without any repercussions put in place but if you happen to be something more akin to how we live here for centuries and you open your mouth then you get shut down pretty fast.

Same with the crazy quotas.

The state of things as of now will run only for so long though since economic, societal collapse is waiting behind the doors already.

Hey Jimmy. Yeah, it used to be better place years back in my opinion. The other places used to have something good going for them as well before they were taken over by "politically" correct people. From my point of view, they are just a bunch of cowards or either too dumb to realize what they are even letting to happen by doing what they do. I think this will just roll out the way I will make my own social media or a forum or something along those lines where there will be no policing or restriction going on. I wonder what exactly could be called off-topic these days but anything that can be contributed to as truth when the evidence that is soaking through in the light of the day is what it is. Everyone, including all the artists that make music or any art, is responsible for this world and the lives of the people around them so playing it Bogart has/does have and will have just diminishing and destructive returns.

Sure I got banned for politically "incorrect" content. That's nothing new here. It doesn't matter if you voice it out politely and if you are supporting yourself with straight facts. It's not needed to think something else than what a bunch of these degenerates views as correct. Their twisted version of this world is something I am not okay with though. I am not okay with the fact that our kids are being brainwashed into becoming they/them. Or encouraged to change who they are by birthright through invasive surgeries and altering chemistry. I am honestly not okay with the fact that this new "caste" of people is being promoted everywhere and has more rights than someone who is productive and even reproductive. Unless these will resort to growing kids in labs or by artificial means there is no way they will ever pass on life to others and they are a dead end. That's just good old plain biology at play here. Just look at the statistics in the subsequent generations that are coming and how many of these poor young fellas identify themselves as one of how many... 180-200+ genders? I also find it outright criminal that these governments that are supposed to "rule" over the public and for the benefit of their own people worldwide have conspired against us all to cull our friends, us, and our families. Now they are calling for establishing a single world government, lol. They are so incompetent that they cannot even make this mess here work and they are calling for NWO?

Now if they started researching biological weapons in the year 2005 for later use that they rolled out in the year 2019-2020 and put these en masse into people under coercion, propaganda, and mass media massage... then there is something rotten going on that's for sure. If someone was marketing something that would never go through the test phase and they even knew it then they are criminals and murderers at best. When our own governments ordered 10 shots per citizen each via heavily classified contracts what does that make them? If there is legit evidence of what these substances do to people and what these will do to people in time... then if this was done in the name of profiteering/profit and depopulation then what does it make them?

What is my own government even doing now if they are trying to pretend like nothing has happened while we have hundreds of percent increase in mortality rates here and there are fewer and fewer people born every day? After a 100%-90% effective substance that was supposed to save us all? When all these young women have issues with infertility, cycles, abortions or their babies get born in a state that is beyond healthy? Or when there are people around me who are healthier, and younger than me dying of heart-related problems, brain damage, blood clots, and much more?

What is my government even thinking if they are supporting a brother-murdering war now between Ukraine and Russia at the expense of their own people who are falling into poverty more and more? Then they take loans from banks and just repeat that process once again. Probably they will keep doing that before they sell us all out even more. Supporting a proxy war your government desperately needs to wage and load all available finances into weapons supporting a corrupted state where they are repeating the mistakes of my ancestors basically third Reich stuff? Where they were killing and prosecuting, "cleansing" their own population, and setting up laws that discriminated against others but favored certain groups... like with the Jews back during WW2... from different ethnicities either if they did not support fascism or the way their twisted minds work.

No one will be telling me everything is alright and sound in this world if mass media is reporting what they need the masses to believe in order for them to meet their sick goals and when the Internet is becoming a place that reminds me of either Orwell 1984 or Brave New World. Or when someone is shooting a new version of a movie about The Three Musketeers and they make one of them black although he never was. Rewriting history. There's a lot of weird stuff happening for the last couple of years that's for sure.

Namely Gearslutz, Muff Wiggler. Then also Reddit and couple other sites etc. Here it seems there’s no need to do any kind of that stuff so that’s a huge plus. I don’t understand why we need to split opinions and thoughts into categories and labels and I don’t really understand why we need to favor only such that allign with the way that is artificially set. Sometimes I really ask myself where have we gone as a society if people cannot express themselves freely and there are institutions, corporations telling/defining for us all what we should think, say or do. This whole control system has not changed or fixed anything people are still killing each other for devoid reasons and it seems like noone wants to confront with the state of things we all face now. Maybe if people started thinking for themselves again then things could be reverted/fixed back into a democratic state and we wouldn’t be in this mess. This whole social engineering thing is a laughable practice at best like people didn’t know what’s good for them. Some are even calling this an evolution? How come if the very fabric of society is being degenerated beyond any means and history is just repeating itself again? Why is media covering or reporting about things one way and why is there no space for free discussion of different ideas anymore? Even when all the data and actually studies, science show us that this whole direction we are heading is going to destroy us all?

Let me add to it a little bit now when I have the proper space to do so. So let's assume that everyone in power positions knew and even our governments knew what they are rolling out since that "plan" was laid out many years ago, prior to this very moment. Some were coerced and some were bought by an illusionary value meaning money. Masses or those who were supposed to lose their job or well-being had a straight motivation. Sure without cash there is no bread. You can't provide for your family and kids. Or even sustain yourself. As if life truly mattered. Some were motivated by cash and prizes even. Here they were doing a fortune wheel. Kinda a nice marketing trick... get double vaxxed and you can spin a fortune wheel to either win a new iPhone or a new pair of Adidas shoes or even get some benefits... or maybe outright win millions and improve your situation. If you will draw your own kids into this scheme and get to inject them with whatever no one truly knows what is in these substances... you can even win more. Serious research shows what's inside. And what it will do to the whole population on this planet. It will basically kill us all. Over time. Germany has 279% excess mortality now. As does Australia, as does Gibraltar, as does Canada, as does the USA, as does Italy, as do many other countries. How absurd it sounds that's how absurd this is. This comedy show never fails to entertain truly. Some TV brainwashing on top with the "correct" guided message and it all somehow aligned. People were actually lining up in fear to get their shots and then consequentially boosters. Now they are standing in lines and waiting for the 5th one although if we were actually living in a lawful environment then marketing a product with certain disposition and qualities that would be proven wrong over time would mean that it would be a criminal offense to the major public. People would be judged and issued with a penalty or locked up for life in this type of matter. Since the damage was done probably exceeds what those braindead people have done in previous wars where innocent people were drafted onto the front to just simply die for what. For a piece of land? It's basically made-up lies. There are these generations that have preceded us. Loads of lost lives in unneeded wars. World War 1, World War 2 now we are warmongering for WW3... why not... USA aggression and their endless "peaceful" war waging. Who is even buying that shit anymore? Bunch of crazy people playing God (be that whatever force in the universe)... seems like they know better what this society or civilization should be or shouldn't be. Bunch of slaves sure. Living in a system that is rigged to its core. Rotten to its core. From the within and to the outward. Division after division succeeds only more division. I am honestly tired of it, really. I am waiting for a long time when common human decency for each other will prevail over division and ideology. So we can all work towards a true paradise that would include peace, calmness, serenity, and true freedom. This is not happening anytime soon on this planet for sure. Since humans themselves are a faulty design, to begin with. I'll just add a little remark. Since you all can die it concerns you more than me. Even those in power are just simple tools. Their "reward" isn't what they are expecting it to be. They are simply put just a bunch of hypocrites. Regarding all the elite artists and those who align for their own gain or fame even. Well, what to add? Most of you are doing it to feed your fragile Ego. So it speaks miles about your motivations to do the real craft. Aligning with murder or even ideology, or lies that are detrimental to all... just wait it out you will be rewarded very soon for your efforts that are devoid of any thought or love.

No, I am completely sane and not doing any drugs. For a long time now. It never had bad effects on me so maybe I should just revisit my old habits and chill out for once. I started enjoying some Islay whisky though it's an endless cycle. I have a little grammar mistake in the title but well what can I do when it is not editable. It seems like people around me are not sane though. There is a big delusion going on. Almost as if people are hypnotized or brainwashed. What I don't really get is the sole fact that in the last 20-30 years we have given away our freedoms and liberties. The right to express opinions and ideas be those whatever. I suppose people are smart enough to judge the merit of one's words without the need to resort to labels and "bigotry" and all that. Cancel culture etc... that has come from the US. Now they are outright building a censorship system in the EU. They are not even trying to hide it anymore. The whole civilized west became one clown show where those in power dictate what we will be or won't be doing. This also means the whole transhuman agenda and all the LGBT alphabet stuff... in the end, they just brainwashed gullible people into new ideologies and are using them as cannon fodder for political and control/power goals. This world/planet can't be taken seriously, really. It's like a comedy show. It makes no sense. Everyone wants to get mega-rich or control others... impose whatever twisted desires or visions they have on the masses with the sole goal to control. Rest are chasing after illusions that will vanish. Then the need to wage endless wars and spread famine... now you can add the last +-20 years without freedom of speech and full-on media TV outlet brainwashing + super nice vaccines that are super "effective" and just "work"... 100% protection it's a miracle!

I will check that book, thanks for the recommendation, Jimmy. I would propose a read by Christopher Lash he is an American author who summed it all up pretty well in two books. One is -> Revolt of the Elites and the Betrayal of Democracy and the second is -> The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations.

Here are some studies and links anyone can read so... you can make up your own opinion as we all do right, that's no biggie.

https://www.ons.gov.uk/peoplepopulationandcommunity/birthsdeathsandmarriages/deaths/bulletins/deathsregisteredweeklyinenglandandwalesprovisional/weekending23december2022

http://www.phinancetechnologies.com/HumanityProjects/Projects.htm

https://www.skyhorsepublishing.com/9781510776395/cause-unknown/

https://www.yahoo.com/news/waning-immunity-means-majority-covid-021100083.html

https://app.powerbi.com/view?r=eyJrIjoiOTczMTkxZTYtNGIwMS00Y2I0LTkxMTItYzQ1OThjZmNhN2Y0IiwidCI6ImFjNDA2NDcyLWRhNjgtNGQ5ZC04NmU4LTkyMjM1ZDBhNjI3NiJ9

https://web.archive.org/web/20220114005412/https:/www.alberta.ca/stats/covid-19-alberta-statistics.htm#vaccine-outcomes

https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lanam/article/PIIS2667-193X(22)00235-6/fulltext

https://www.medrxiv.org/content/10.1101/2022.12.06.22283145v1

https://web.archive.org/web/20220416021414/https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S027869152200206X

https://jme.bmj.com/content/early/2022/12/05/jme-2022-108449

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s00392-022-02129-5#Sec3

https://twitter.com/vigilantfox/status/1607938310722457602

https://www.petermcculloughmd.com/#about

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1111/sji.13242

https://digital.ahrq.gov/sites/default/files/docs/publication/r18hs017045-lazarus-final-report-2011.pdf

https://www.ema.europa.eu/en/documents/rmp-summary/comirnaty-epar-risk-management-plan_en.pdf

https://twitter.com/porridge2022/status/1603790238958116866

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0264410X22010283

https://twitter.com/draseemmalhotra/status/1606274413686509568?s=12&t=QVfEkcZrqq5kNP6mZykTTw

https://twitter.com/foodliesorg/status/1606374669203881984

https://twitter.com/draseemmalhotra/status/1609124802668777472

https://www.news.com.au/technology/science/human-body/dr-kerryn-phelps-reveals-devastating-covid-vaccine-injury-says-doctors-have-been-censored/news-story/0c1fa02818c99a5ff65f5bf852a382cf

https://twitter.com/ov_matter/status/1609721034164563968

https://www.voiceforscienceandsolidarity.org/videos-and-interviews/second-call-to-who-please-dont-vaccinate-against-omicron

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S001393512201982X

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S2589004222017515 (this is the Chinese one)

Funny isn't it, right?

I honestly find it horrific if I think about the outcomes of this and why was it mandated for travel for musicians or for playing shows? So basically if you had none of that then you would be completely cut off from any gigs or traversing the world in tours etc...

Why was it mandated for pilots and doctors, nurses? Health care sector as a whole... for what?

Why did they put it into kids?

The list could be endless.

So basically what this breaks down to is the title. And how do you feel about it? I believed that we are living in a truly free society where liberty is upheld above all... anyone can do whatever he wants unless it harms others. When there are these harmful designs being imposed on us all and it seems like the majority just goes with it and is silent then I truly do not understand what is happening here. Is this cognitive dissonance? Or maybe is it fear? Since when art is supposed to insert a certain "thing" or certain "view" into it? Or to push it even. And where is freedom of speech? And what was happening on the whole planet for the past 3-4 years. Now when the truth is really sinking through and those who are capable enough to read up and understand... know. So what will be the next step?

In my humble opinion, we will omit this crap. And we will go back to the golden ages. Who needs this shit anyway. Some crazies? Well, they can go to hell with their dystopia and all the "new age" stuff they have produced so far. Most people just want to live a decent life and I guess most of us do not really want to "own nothing" and eat bugs and shovel in the dirt. Maybe I am mistaken.

You know these days it's banned when you say that vaccines are killing people. Or that 4 shots (according to official Chinese research) kill the immunity of a host (meaning human) by 100%... ie complete shutdown.

It is not acceptable to speak up about LGBT whatever plus... it's almost a full alphabet by now. No hate sure... who cares. But it is a weak and dead link. Brainwashing our kids into becoming such will not be fruitful.

I solely ask... what is this world?

Sadly it's true. My thread was called "death of free speech". We sure are in these dark times. Do I regret speaking up the truth? Nah not really.

Hey Jim. Yeah, I feel you. What works for some, might not work for others. What is beneficial to a select few, is harmful to the rest. I have to admit, according to personal experience, that if someone wants to function on it daily for a prolonged time period then it might be heavy mentally and it takes some control to be "normally" functioning. Since what it does under controlled conditions is that it further enhances your nervous system and deepens it... it's a thin line between going crazy and staying sane. I have no issues with that whatsoever. In my case, it just made me smarter and more profound in all areas. Maybe even more relatable. Since I find it hard to relate to the common folk, the "sad" state of society and its underlying, rotted factors that multiply with time... If you'd be trying then opt for something mellow. Street stuff is usually filled with poisons that induce these things you describe here. Maybe it's just chemistry, yeah. Every single body is designed from different DNA combinations so it's only logical in the end. Good examples are key to raising better generations than what we have ended up with now. The youth and even adults are corrupt and entailed in degenerative behaviors and visions. Seems like the common dweller can't decipher the root and common determinator but over more than tens of thousands of years, it was always like that as it goes in the same artificially designed cycles. If I told you that all that has passed, has already passed, and it only repeats itself you wouldn't believe me which is to say quite acceptable and understandable. Time isn't linear so.

I actually did consider designing one many times but I struggle with energy and motivation to strive for "the common chase" to accomplish and involve myself in the same things or venues that I have involved myself in for more years than any human life can account for. I have noted your hints though and they are most welcome. Maybe I should just outsource it to the hands of someone more experienced in these matters? Transformers and impedance matching is key in getting good results.

Great you are doing well. I can tell and I can imagine. It's what the long-running trends have left us with within the advent of computer mastering etc... I was recently reading a "flash story" about some "mastering engineer" who in my eyes is just a mere clown who got tasked with mastering some high-end band but he did not have the necessary equipment or listening conditions to do so... so he just took his laptop and mastered it in an Uber while driving through NYC for couple hours. The record itself sounds plastic and without dimension, or depth. What a failed effort. The workload-to-payment ratio in regards to that is what it was years ago as well to an extent. Some of the pro engineers... or let's say those that are pushed in marketing departments as well as in the engineering public space went almost fully that way and they mostly keep endorsing VST plugins and emulations that are quite far from the real deal. So in the end it landed in the money department. Art shouldn't be constrained by finances, money, fame, and such primitive motivations in my opinion. It's admirable that you respect and uphold your craft though. I think better than opting fully for a digital rig just for the sake of more gains. When art or music is based upon motivation guided by effort with the sole goal to achieve fame and a cash-out it usually descends into bad territory most of the time that's a fact. Trash Godz... cool project you have there.

I am tempted by the Minifreak right now which seems like a fun DW-8000-like synth with digital oscillators and stereo analog filters and more. I had most of the gear anyway so I am trying other things as of late. I already had one though and it was a cool synth truly. My collection is being prepared to get serviced finally. I really liked Mopho X4, still have it around. It deteriorates in time due to a faulty design choice in certain areas but it makes up for a nice dirty sound coating over the raw oscillator sound so for me that's a plus. (https://soundcloud.com/mnchrme/fall-out-of-time X4). It also corresponds well to external arpeggiator be it a self-generative one with complete random over everything and then layering that above the X4s built-in arp. So basically you get two that interact with each other. As for the high-class problems we sure do. I think it's better than being enveloped in the drama, and animal side of society that at the end only concerned about death, etc. If they only knew that death isn't a limiting factor to the existence or to being then they would probably reproach and reconsider their whole course. I eventually went for a Laphroaig 10 yo after our convo and enjoyed two glasses completely iced out. What a wonderful drink. I actually prefer it with a couple of cubes of ice as it smoothens the whole deal nicely and doesn't really hinder the aroma, texture, or finish of this lovely single malt. Happy Holidays!

Hey Jim. I have been a little bit busy so I am sorry for the late reply. I used to be both a bourbon and whisky guy. I like spirits, haha. The homemade ones like moonshine or plum 90%+ ones are quite nice. I still have a 50 yo and a couple of others in my cellar but I won't be touching them anytime soon for sure. I really liked some of the offerings from states over the years and then classic single malt, Islay, etc... whiskeys. I am eyeing the Japanese market a little bit though... Some of the more known, mass-produced brands aren't bad either... I had some of the more expensive ones too but I drank heavily so the switch to herbs and beer combo was most welcome. They busted my guy so I am on the dry end here lately which sucks. It's a funny detox. I am using just 2 inputs on my A/D. It's 1 track with multiple stages of send/return, aux on the mixer, and insert processing with pedals, euro, outboard, ITB, etc... You can hear a little bit of rumble and noise in the beginning before the gain wins over the noise ratio. It's quite dirty for sure but an overall improvement from what I had been getting out of it in the past so a good step ahead. I will be sending all my synths for a full service/recap to a good venue soon. Also, I really need the JX3P mods done to open it up. MSQ-700 will go with them. :-).

Hope you were doing well!

The passive DI thing is on my list and long overdue. What do you think would be the best bet in Europe for one rackmount with enough I/O? With quality. Perhaps https://www.long-mcquade.com/46279/Pro_Audio_Recording/Mic_Preamps_DI_Boxes/ART_Pro_Audio/ART_4-Channel_Rack_Mount_Direct_Box.htm?

That's a solid option. Art uses good components for a reasonable price. If you want name brand transformers (not essential) look at a secondhand radial with jensens. I've heard they stopped using jensen transformers a few years ago but they made a lot of jensen equipped units for over a decade.

How would you go with my chain for the absolute best possible results when recording?

I need to process all of that, maybe doodle up a block diagram but first I would read the spec sheet for every pedal, compressor, channel strip, synth and eurorack module etc. and get the in and out impedances logged on 1 page (notepad app file etc). Older studio designs will sometimes list the impedances on the back with the connections. Of course really old designs that go back to the era ofmatched I mlm pedance will use the bell telephone standard of 600 ohms in and out. Your art pro channel probably has a 600 ohm mic input setting too though the more common 1200 should've an option. These are very low impedances.

I think I could do something like synth into 2x Pro Channel 2 preamp, some comp/eq, and driving on that unit... that could go into Stam Pultec stereo EQ into ART passive DI, into pedal processing, into eurorack, out to 2x 1176 and then into 2x Klark Teknik EQP then into Art Pro VLA2 before it hits A/D. Some units like extra compression or maybe an enhancer might be somewhere in between. In euro I have a lot of preamps, VCAs (of specific build that I use to add color), analog filters with huge headroom and internal gain staging, mixers, etc... etc... just not enough space to work with all of it at once... that will surely change soon. I was thinking also about using Octa mk2 purely as a mixer as that has completely balanced I/O.

Balanced isn't essential but it helps with long lines or lots of tangled lines, particularly if you live near a phone tower.

I also had some GAS yesterday... so Strymon Starlab, Carbon Copy Deluxe, Zoom MS-70CDR, Strymon AA1 Level Shifter, and a second WA76 will be joining me shortly. It would be a shame to not have WA76 in a stereo pair and they even agreed to hook me up with a brand new one as a replacement for my first piece because it wasn't working as expected sadly.

My wa76 has been a bit wonky lately and I haven't been using it because I have other 1176es... I should email them!

Do contact them. Bryce is one of the most useful and friendly CEO guys out there truly. I have 2 Tone Beasts on the way as well. That guy knows what he is doing.

Got links to you and your setup in action? The recent stuff like the 30 minute arp improv?

I don't know if any of my clients have posted my mixes yet or where to look... I'll have to ask. I am totally putting off bouncing stems for a rock band who can't afford me now that drums are done... I should actually do that soon. Ugh.

A little review that is long overdue done with the makeshift signal chain -> https://soundcloud.com/mnchrme/hexdevices-teko-echo-with-ax-60-demo.

Hey Jim. Combo reply. Thank you for the insights it's valued! The Waza Craft Boss line is absolutely amazing. The stereo ones are a great form factor too. I haven't had the luxury to work with the original circuit but feedback regarding the new ones and shootouts sounds very close to my ears. If not better at the new custom settings. These are also made exclusively in Japan so I can imagine the quality is high... well I like what I have seen/touched so far. They are of better build IMO than the ones that were outsourced. Props to Boss for making these again. I gather they have enough components to make it real. Shame EHX ran out of their resources and isn't able to get back the originals in a new batch but they can still be bought online and I did get some of them. I like the new DMM quite much though. I will look into these breweries and maybe order some, why not. What I have recently liked when it comes to craft brews -> Brewdog Punk IPA (a very tropical tasting, smooth, and balanced brew with good output quality to it) and my all-time favorite Nelson Sauvin-based brews. I even tried brut IPA brews (which are so nice and if done right lower in sugar content) and "double voltage" brews... 28° and up. Some even started making combo IPA brews from real grapes that are meant for wine production and that was a refreshing experience too. Or fruit-infused brews. I have tasted a lot of macro US beers as well too. The obvious mass-produced favorites and it wasn't bad either. On a warm day... even in the studio, it makes it a smoother session. It's 90% water and 10% alcohol after all. I can understand why you would buy them in quantities. Some of the light ones for sure. It's sometimes hard to get them around here so when I see there is something available I just buy out the whole stock. There is huge competition in beer markets here and the typical consumer seems to be ignorant of these beers unless they would go on a massive discount.

The passive DI thing is on my list and long overdue. What do you think would be the best bet in Europe for one rackmount with enough I/O? With quality. Perhaps https://www.long-mcquade.com/46279/Pro_Audio_Recording/Mic_Preamps_DI_Boxes/ART_Pro_Audio/ART_4-Channel_Rack_Mount_Direct_Box.htm?

The way I do it currently is that I run my synths through L/R mono unbalanced outputs (I assume JX, AX and Juno are unbalanced) into the inputs on Elektron gear which has unbalanced dual mono/stereo inputs and balanced outputs. The clarity is great. But I have the signal chain backward kinda. I might start with something like AX-60, Juno-6/60, or something else and take the 2 mono outputs and run these through two separate pedal chains. I lower the master output of the synth considerably always. That then goes into https://feedback-modules.myshopify.com/collections/modules/products/j-conv in certain scenarios. In other scenarios I can do something like 2x mono output into Elektron input, balanced output (TRS Warm Audio premier) to Vermona TAI-4 balanced inputs, then start processing with whatever in euro... I use the https://www.modulargrid.net/e/worng-electronics-lrmsmslr-black-and-gold-panel for most of the stereo processing and I will be getting the MidSide+ soon. Although I also do direct insert processing in euro too. Basically combo of both send/return and inserts works best. Although I can also just mix and match my module path and get a fully stereo path too. Vertex Stereo VCA from him is also on the way. 3320 VCAs. I do my magic in euro and that goes as an output in Mutant Hot Glue then to the 2x 3,5mm into balanced XLR out via Vermona TAI-4 into Art Pro VLA2 and then into a mixer where I do some send/return or aux further... from there it goes into my A/D unit. Now the Pro Channel 2 (I will be getting a second unit as it's amazing for the price, sound, features, and quality) has a balanced input jack optimized for line-level signals on the back. Also, send/return path before comp and EQ. You have a variable impedance knob that you can experiment with but I haven't found the best ohmage to work with on my synth sources as of late. How would you go with my chain for the absolute best possible results when recording?

I think I could do something like synth into 2x Pro Channel 2 preamp, some comp/eq, and driving on that unit... that could go into Stam Pultec stereo EQ into ART passive DI, into pedal processing, into eurorack, out to 2x 1176 and then into 2x Klark Teknik EQP then into Art Pro VLA2 before it hits A/D. Some units like extra compression or maybe an enhancer might be somewhere in between. In euro I have a lot of preamps, VCAs (of specific build that I use to add color), analog filters with huge headroom and internal gain staging, mixers, etc... etc... just not enough space to work with all of it at once... that will surely change soon. I was thinking also about using Octa mk2 purely as a mixer as that has completely balanced I/O.

I also had some GAS yesterday... so Strymon Starlab, Carbon Copy Deluxe, Zoom MS-70CDR, Strymon AA1 Level Shifter, and a second WA76 will be joining me shortly. It would be a shame to not have WA76 in a stereo pair and they even agreed to hook me up with a brand new one as a replacement for my first piece because it wasn't working as expected sadly. They sold me B-stock for a price of an A-stock. They are a funny bunch.

It's a lovely track and the mix/processing breathes. That's my humble opinion. I actually like it and I don't listen to this genre much. Maybe I should delve! Much better than the crap they put out these days.

Haha, Jim. Tell me. Got any US beers to recommend btw? I am kind of stuck between trusting BeerAdvocate and reviews. But before you taste it you never know. I get your point. I am trying to minimize travel in connection paths as much as I actually can. I think it doesn't matter if we make a couple of small mistakes on the way. It's a journey after all and a very enjoyable one to be quite honest.

I have some "low-quality" snippets and full-blown recordings live. I am still not feeling it as I was supplying for the lack of second pair units for stereo by using an outboard mixer and send/return, aux paths. Nothing exceptional just yet but the technique I am striving for is actually there. Also, the synthesizer patches are now done. I got some funny remarks on it as it's just a one stereo track and everyone thinks I have tracked pads, leads, etc... on top. The FX blend is just so complex and stacked on top of every stage that it creates these things on its own really... loads of processing and cool pieces like EQD. I have bought DM-2W yesterday too. To add to my ever-growing delay chain. It's a very solid unit. 800ms of time on that circuit is great and the repeats are quite well-defined. It doesn't get so muddy as Carbon Copy or Deluxe Memory Man.

I was thinking about Warm Audio SSL clone as well actually. They aren't making bad stuff. Cinemag is exceptional to my not-so-special ears. I have spent a lot of time figuring, learning, and trying things out. I even cracked most of the OPN sound. Like I did crack Boards of Canada sound in the past too. Not for the sake of copying them to any extent. But they have some good points in their processes that I truly adore to this day. Figured I won't be able to hear new OPN with that warmth and organic quality... I will go for my own version and push it even further. The new stuff is just way too digital for me. I will look into the PWM. I can confirm that VLA Opto is a great choice. Even using it as a mono and then running that mono into the other channel and setting a good balance between the two can give you great compression effects, solid movement on quite a lot of sources and the sound is awesome. Drawmer was used by BoC and they achieved very warm music that I am fond of. RNC/RNLA... I know. Might be better then than TransY comp. I want to make the most out of this.

Good point. Any recommendations? Or I should be fine with Warm and Roland?

These are all good choices actually I believe. Making your own is a way too. A good one with current offerings sometimes. I really like the euro cables by Control. The "flesh" ones. They save a lot of space in critical patching points and it's less of a mess. Maybe I will introduce my CV cable design sooner or later if I get the operation and proper technician who can actually make them. I was out of luck though to make them completely in-house to this day. I am busy with other things. My design isn't the copy-pasted one but actually, one that has more features and vastly improves what's out there. I wasn't in rush to push a "product" just for the sake of sales. But I wanted to focus on quality and on giving the community the best possible tool in that regard. Busy with life and work. So maybe one day. One can hope. :).

That's some classy outboard you're investing in! Great choices. For drum buses let me recommend the drawmer 1974 eq to follow stere fet compression or matched distressors. I've been using a overstayer stereo fet here lately with spanky results.

Well "classy". They are not the most expensive options out there. But from what I gather it will really add to what I have already used. Also Pro Channel 2 so I can run stuff in stereo through two of these in the pre-amp stage, one of their stereo comps, and TransY fet-based stereo comp just to make it a little bit more beefed up. I like multiple compressor stages in succession... as I like delays/reverbs and other processing. I am fond of Warm Audio stuff quite much but Stam seems to be using a better transformer and internal component pairs, to begin with. You can switch tubes for NOS as well and they seem to have quality in their workshop. Warm Audio has nice color, it colors very well actually. But Stam seems to have more headroom and that is very important for me if I want to push these to get overtones, and extra warm harmonics, and still retain more high-end. When comparing results from VST plugins, ITB processing (dynamic processing), and the real deal... it's a no-brainer. Most of the ITB stuff gets clipped awfully and squashed down into mud that I don't really like, really.

That sequencer is all digital apart from the PSU which is why I focused on that... in that realm everything in the early midi era relies on z80 processors. Your synth might have a bad z80 too... or the programmer. These things go. They were being pushed really hard in these machines. Gligli has mods that replace them with more powerful chips that will never be taxed and the mod adds functionality to the synth with new firmware that takes advantage of the increase in processor performance.

This could be a great mod actually. I will look into this thank you humbly for this lovely tip! I want to make my setup as bulletproof as it possibly gets right now.

Yeah, you are right. I will probably take my babies to rep in due time anyway. So they get re-serviced. Or try some of the renovators that are close. Who knows what's next in this setting. They always state it has been serviced on Reverb but who really knows if that's true? Hosa cables I have tried that as well. They have failed me miserably in normal studio conditions. I have learned that investing a little bit more into the premium really pays off in the end. I am not talking about any Planet Waves or these "lifetime warranty" brands... they actually became quite obsolete by now in my opinion when Warm Audio and Roland introduced their cables that are of absolute quality. I have heard the difference when used in conjunction with class A analog gear and outboard, even euro. I am planning to replace all my patch cables between pedals now with Warm Audio. What comes close to Roland though is the Boss line which is of similar build and components.

I will look into service manual if there is one. And then measure it. All of these are possibilities. The sequencer is really advanced for its time, lol. Right?

Maybe it could be on JX3P as well. I will look if there is an option to disable CC and program changes... maybe that could be it...

Apart from these minor issues and the fact that my AX-60 came with a blasted key that I will be repairing soon... I had loads of fun. Now I only need to finish my stereo outboard path with some Stam Audio... stereo Pultec, 1176+ tube clones, and SSL bus comp with Fairchild mod and I am ready for a 1-hour record based solely on "vintage" arp riff improvisations recorded live through my insane FX chain. The footwork for that is already done. I have one 30 min track that is based around an arp that multiplies itself generatively and bounces between 8 OSC + sub in para. And a very killer, warm AX-60 arp. I will be sending it to a good master engineer in the US but I really want to beef it all up before it hits the A/D. Not taking any step down in quality here. Even though that's subjective.

How about you? Holding on quite well I assume? :).

Hey there. Enjoying a beer after a while, American style lager with nice gold color. It's lovely. Light and crispy. A little bit better than Coors Light. Although that one is a nice choice too. I am using https://www.roland.com/global/products/rmidi-g3/ solely for MIDI connections as I am not taking any second chances with cables anymore. If we would be speaking solely in terms of cables then the Roland gold-plated ones are my best bet for mono and Warm Audio/Gotham for TRS/balanced connections right now. That has solved a lot of stuff lately.

As for the suggestions, I will try and see myself. I have opened MSQ-700 once and found there were couple screws loose from the PCB build. I haven't checked the midi path and PSU yet but I guess that could be it. I think what you propose makes more sense actually as the DCB is working well. It has to be something with the midi path internals and maybe even PSU. Thank you! I thought it was a great catch really but I believe the guy who sold it to me had no idea about the condition. Well, he couldn't know anyway. Most these days have no idea about analog circuitry and how it works anyway...

As for the sequencer itself. It's a lot of fun. You read the manual once and you are ready to go, really. As for the pair with vintage synths... they are a good fit. The step input mode is amazing. You can build full track-long riffs solely on that. Very close to the built-in JX3P internal seq but that has less length under its belt. You can arp and swing it really easily. They go for good prices as well. Even though the situation with that was better in earlier days now that's for sure. If I won't be able to make it work then I will try some rep. It's a vital piece.

Hey Jim. I haven’t yet. One thing that I notice when MSQ-700 is on is that it produces a constant “transformer hum”. I was looking into manual and it states there clearly it’s working with radio equipment internals. As for Juno-6 operation via DCB bus it works flawlessly. I have literally no idea.

Hey. Yes I got it plugged in but you need to switch PG to midi mode in which it is no longer doing anything to the synth. It’s weird.

Hey guys. Any tech here? My stuff is fully serviced... the MSQ700 is in great condition... works great. DCB/MIDI. When I hook up my JX3P to the MSQ700 (midi in for replaying notes to JX3P) and midi out to input notes into the MSQ700... when I dial in the custom patch... which works flawlessly... and I switch from PG200 position to MIDI position on the three-way JX3P switch... and start playing the synth or sequencing it with the MSQ700 it changes the timbre of my patches. Like it's the same patch. But the timbre starts to be "formant" and deeper. I don't get it. I have a full 100% high pass on that patch... Is the MSQ700 damaged, or JX3P is acting sus, or is this some vintage behavior I am not aware of? If any tech could clarify I would be most grateful.

Again, sorry for delayed responses--likely going to be in and out over this coming year--my health is... well... If I make it it to 2022, I'll consider it a win.

Hang in there buddy and best of luck!

I get your point totally. Are you liking the Argon 8? To me, it seems that it could yield interesting timbres and source sounds. I am currently looking for another synthesizer to use for analog abstraction. My post inspired me to play around. I was experimenting with my approach again after the Memory Man Deluxe came in and man... I don't quite comprehend it (nor the way this DSP is wired) but if you record something into it... let's say an arp... you completely let the sound soak and drench in the box and its fx and wiggle a little bit... then you play with it some more and add and add... https://soundcloud.com/mnchrme/concrete-vessel-raw.

Hey mate. I was busy. No, I am not looking for a box that does it but I am curious how other people achieve similar sounds. Granular synthesis is a killer. I am currently in love with Silo from Unfiltered Audio. In a phase of experimenting with what it can really do and how it will allow me to push the sounds further. Clouds is cool. I made a DIY version of that with additional functions. I am curious. How would you approach making complex soundscape?