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London, Canada
One second more, I won my freedom from want /One second too late One minute more, Attack, decay, sustain~ One Day, progress wrote me
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The yearning to learn the art of the mix way back when vinyl we were spinning; two decades since I never lost my passion for Techno. A wordsmith in ascetic to create Music I was of rhythmic articulations driven boots on pavement counting secret decibels to my mind, queuing possibilities eternal pulsing pounding 4/4 heartbeat of the Universe. Everyone can dance! I am putting together the long-absent equipment and the methods to employ digital implementation of the long-playing mixes my psyche never paused;waiting to step through this envelope in oscillations Attack releases the sustain until modulated particles define celerity, and Decay