Saturday, September 24, 2022

A major discovery today: DJ Skream out of London---discovered as well his hell degradation from skimming the cream dubstep in the mid 2000's to essential $-making house that is nothing entrancing a decade later---see the difference, but when you watch his artistic mesmerized style you can see the artist despite what I consider to be a lower form of electronic mixing--from exquisite Dubstep to party techno House and what a shame--but he's still an artist and you see his intensity in the live performance (only hear his genius in the studio album, which is so far above the House music in 2015)--style, composition, intensity, depth of layered texture in the music versus what I hate: thump thumpidy thump for wealthy party-going $$$ children of the corn rather than "subculture" dub more hidden more convoluted (in a good twisted way) and more accessible to 24-hour party people who don't necessarily have a Trust fund party life of thump thump existence--(making a lot of bold inferences--this is only a premise, a sensation of watching the vid and listening to his earlier style and format--such a difference. I think the $ got to him. Ir happens so often that a true artist comes out with something exceptional, becomes noticed, perhaps more wealthy, and the hard-core intensity dwindles into thumpy conformity (4/4 beats like any other disco DJ for modern anti-original dance culture). ****btw/nota bene: this post has been hacked and re-arranged by the hacker terrorists. The writing above is disjointed like I just smoked a doobie and got lost in the translation. No. The hackers deleted grammar (commas, periods) and then pasted the hacked sentences together. It's hard to follow, it makes me appear like I'm high on something. I'm high on the music he made in 2007 (the BBC album below) but my writing is not a reflection of me but of hacking--I am not going to re-arrange it and retype it now. Please note that every single thing I write (and almost everywhere I go) my brain is under mind control blockage to neural firing and cognitive connectivity of thought, memory and especially in self-defense when under attack. I realized two days ago when paying my motorbike fees while being really viciously attacked verbally by this nasty hateful ladyboy exactly how badly my brain is altered in these situations--I "thought" of defensive but sensible, polite responses to the hateful things this creep said and did, an literally as soon as the thought came to my mind it was blanked out and I said things I had not thought of that were not in my syntax or vocabulary. There were idiomatic expressions peculiar to my personality, syntax or thought processes. It just comes blurting out, and what I had thought of saying is immediately wiped out by this nefarious insidious technology. They want me to march to their 4/4 mediocrity beat and the technology is like a de-evolution of the potential for genius misused and turned into a placating into conformity and subordinate behavior force--like the music degenerating from the extreme originality and power that Skream had in 2007 compared with his more wealthy party atmosphere (still extremely talented but that sharp edge, the cutting edge, was gone--eliminated). The forces that changed him also strive to change me using mind control. I think many original artists who come into public attention are put under similar technological "silent" marching order mind control conformity and you always see that they accumulate their energies to money-making enterprises and the originality just seems to fly away while some of their artistry remains it's nothing compared to before they got noticed and thus Big Bro tried to pound that nail sticking out into the mainstream.

 "Skream--Essential Mix--Radio 1. 17.06.2007". GetDarker. June 15, 2016.



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"SKREAM Alter Ego UK GARAGE set". Mixmag. October 29, 2015.



This is still pretty mesmerizing, especially as he gets more into the mix and the distraction of the host playing around with switching equipment around and bumping into him for the first 5 minutes dissolves like candy into a delight but still nothing like his 2005 mix for the BBC (above) . But watch that guy mix and just watching that is like better than watching a very extremely boring movie or even a moderately good movie----he's truly inspirational and you can see he LIVES in the music and imbibes the flow and is a mixical genius.


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"SKREAM--Come With Me (Documentary)". THUMP. July 15, 2014.




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The "documentary" above cites DJ Skream performing for the Miami ULTRA electronic music festival---that festival was something I walked past on my beach walks when the tents were being put up around 1999--I heard only thump thump in staggered blasting speakers from tent-to-tent and lost interest in attending. I always hated House music (try to like it in the versions that Frankie Knuckles invented, not like the replications that all came afterwards succeeding the Detroit electronic music revolution in music). I am nothing short of a non-expert on this subject only have been on the fringe of that scene--(outcase and etc not able to afford until everything is now free on the internet to download) so I lost out---but now, I find that all my original approval of some SOME forms of Dubstep are still what appeals the most and in the version that Skream put out in the mid-early 2000's he was a phenomenal artist--the documentary confirms what I had written above about him first performing for small and not wealthy "patrons" and then you see him (de)evolving into mass party and $$ culture--the thumpy thump mixing began but still he's a genius even in that sphere. I still don't consider his progress from then to 2015 (above) to be complimentary towards his real capabilities. I think the $$ sort of grinded him down into a more conformist approach. This is why subculture should not be over-run by mainstream corporate entertainment---which happened en masse on South Beach until it's like one huge mafia-controlled musical machine grinding out the same marching orders beat at 4/4 with no exceptions but a few little mixed-in bitties as the men who rake in the money think about in the recesses of their money-grabbing minds in the recesses whatever rhymes with bitties---and the music becomes a major money enterprise and loses it's ingenious ingenuity that was so intense and sharp and focused and strong in those lessor affluent tiny dark spaces and clubs where you could pound out a vibration that was of a special beat and depth.



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The stress to my body from literal 3/4 of a day and night combined being spent fighting sinister, grasping, beady-eyed hateful parasitic abusers who are lunging at me to get endless free promotions, which are never-ending this social engineering contract has no limits and no bounds. The destruction to my health literally just from stress alone is murder. Besides shitting stinking black and brown piles and hard pieces of poison out which pollute my bloodstream--I literally faint, pass-out on my bed from the horrific poison which is coursing through my lymphatic system, kidneys and liver and bloodstream going into my brain, where the implants in my brain have created a tube network of hard poisons coursing down in hard filaments and tubes into my neck, the vertebrae is lined with attached tubes integrated into the vertebrae extending in literally all directions--I must strive to fracture the hard poisons so they will slowly loosen and then expand about 6-10 times their shrunken size--and then the poisons seep into my body as I faint on my bed--while in this prone position the terrorists utilize my body's vulnerability and slash under my cuticles and literally cut them off my toes. A few weeks ago the cuticle bed was completely cut off (permanently it was severed off) while I had collapsed in such a state, unable to move from toxic shock and also the pain of hard poisons ripping muscle and skin tissue out of the interior cavity of my body in the thoracic, lumbar and vertebrae regions; in effect my entire spine if affected the muscles are at cellular level ripped out with the poisons which have attached to tissue, skin and bone and also into my intestines and brain and etc. The terrorists order their minions to slash, cut parts of my body out, as they inflict torture skits while I am deep sleep healing mode--death skits, homeless skits, insulting "dumbing" skits aimed at me endlessly. My body exhibits signs of premature aging, grey thin hair, balding from chemicals smeared into my scalp for years and decades to damage my formerly lustrous hair. My skin dotted with blemishes from poisons slahered onto my skin my hands are huge deformed the cuticles are gone from maybe 3 fingers, completely. the nails hang off, are calloused and the toe nails which have had the cuticles removed (in this past month, they severed completely off the cuticle from my right left toe which has been broken; it's not a bunion it's been broken and that happened after I made a drugged-up- comment about a nazi white male out of denmark who, along with a famous "punk" musician out of england, who has routinely hacked his music into my all-female punk lists on youtube, is endlessly trying to scam his promotion out of attacking me; but both musicians attacked me on the same day because I clicked on their music, assuming that their stances about fighting conformist authoritarianism was also directed at me, as a universal person on this planet and not just their nazi white "alternative" branch___one however was an open nazi and in my drugged and enraged anger about the rise of nazism in general and from years of being violently assaulted nearing murder where I am currently living, a huge population of euro tourists so I know their imperialistic impulses and what they truly are when the are on vacation and brown people service them like slaves, almost literally and very plantation-like. They don't have to pretend to go to church or conform to "democracy" standards, in other words. they had me in an accident by having a work truck on the steep hill outside of my living arrangement, and there was a tiny trickle of a clear liquid which appeared like water as I was driving down this 45-degree angle hillside down towards the road (which always becomes extremely busy only when I am trying to get out of the complex and there are no cars before or after I approach this junction so the orchestrated exact timing of cars driving into my path only happens at the exact moment I am at the bottom of the hill---so I must perpetually brake at a very tight angle but after I get out of this junction there are always no cars, and it's always a packed jam of cars blocking my path only when I am driving down otherwise I would be able to navigate easily without having to brake and hold the bike at a fourty_five degree angle (right now hackers have turned the wIfi off, have blocked access to commas and periods and numbers ). the workmen had created a stream of oil---so that the bike literally slid into a crashing position nearing the bottom of the hillside so that the inevitable line of *terrorist* cars always blocking my smooth descent were there while I was sliding and crashing in a sideways projectile. I landed on my left foot, and it hurt a bit but I otherwise was ok, the foot was not injured because I was wearing boots--I went home later that day and at night fell asleep---woke up with the toe completely at a 45-degree angle pointing into my other foot--like at night nothing wrong, the next morning the toe completely disjointed. this was after rotten the punk out of england threatened me after he began his snobby imperialistic white male supremacy english antisemitic gig, his german wife somewhere in the background or watching or knowing about this obviously---I reacted in anger. I am always in these situations drugged so as to render me in a hyperbolic state and knee-jerk reaction which always gives the terrorists an excuse to inflict real violence upon me to justify their white male supremacy (or female or any other skin color they all are told that this is "master-slave" and to inflict all "You have no rights" actions against me). Thusly they broke my to I was in a deep and uncontrollably non_waking state because of this wretched brain implant which the herd of terrorists always love to exploit to inflict violence< torture< to force discrediting behavior on me, and thusly to force subliminals into my brain which under pressure I cannot control, which I repeat< which they all use to justify real life-threatening violence against me. thusly it was either the danish black metal death metal nazi or the english "punk" who ordered this on me, but the real reason was to justify their promotions by using this tech to render people discredited so they can hiss in faked rage "She said this who does she think she is?" they all sneer in hate, white supremacy justifying near-murder knee-jerk reactions which they are then handed every promotion that can possibly be handed according to their level of proficiency in their realm (some are like in past their prime, for example)

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