Another Englishman playing and writing very, very interesting electronic music. Following Aphex Twin (of course, the King of Electronic Music), Thomas can be called the “Prince of Electronic Music”, because Richard gave Jenkenson a good impetus in his creativity, releasing his first album on his own label, writing a very flattering review in the booklet included with the carrier. Then he almost immediately signed a contract with Warp, becoming a colleague of Richard James, Luke Vibert, Eskmo, Jackson and his Computer Group, and many more very, very wonderful people in the world of music.
It’s clear that Thomas’s advantages don’t end with just meeting Aphex Twin. It feels like his music has been worked on for a very, very long time, the rhythm section is DAMN well thought out, the sound is interesting, moderately dense. The structure of the tracks sometimes completely demolishes the tower.
The sound in the first album was almost jungle-like, almost went into jazz. Then Squarepusher thought and thought and began to write trippy, tower-exploding drum’n’bass mixed with glitch. To say that it turns out well is to say nothing.
Tries not to sample others in terms of sound (just not in terms of the rhythm section, where you can hear the treasured Amen Break in almost every song).
He loves to play the bass (which he often does at his live performances), according to rumors, even more than writing any kind of electronic music.
That year he released a great album, which received warm reviews from critics and good reception from buyers.
As for other juicy material:
Doing whatever your heart desires, except what is prohibited by law, violates the freedom of another and what is stated here
1250 – let’s start making https://debetscasino.co.uk/games/ it. 1350 – can be launched. 1500 – if before the scheduled launch a fight began that dragged on.
P.S. Hope you all are doing well. :3
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Who also wants to communicate with a real person behind the nickname Zamuljuk, and not with the image that has been appearing before us for almost a year, please put a plus in this comment. Let him see that there are many of us.
Fuck it, you are different. You did one thing, for your own reasons, he does something a little different, for his own reasons.
In my opinion, Zamul, you just once had a trauma, that someone from Shind betrayed you. After which you decided that if you are honest, open and kind, and immediately lower yourself as soon as someone praises you, then there will be no more betrayals, because not only is there no point in betraying, but even if they betray, they won’t hurt you – these people didn’t give you anything, and they have nothing to take away from you with their betrayal, none of their words suddenly turned out to be untrue and painful, because you didn’t accept any of their words.
Only you don’t understand really obvious things. That all this is in your head. That by not accepting the words of any good people, you thereby offend them. That they don’t understand why you’re doing this, they try to help you, but you’re stubborn as an elephant, again turning away their words, and again adding virtual shortcomings to yourself. That a person who has such titanic calm and a desire to communicate is hellishly strong, and he has every opportunity to overcome his fear. That it’s much more pleasant for people to read your bottom message, because you’re there, finally, alive, and not in that impenetrable protective image of yours. What better place than here to learn to trust people, and talk to them honestly, on equal terms, without understatement or exaltation, let them make up their own opinion about you, and correct it themselves, and, yes, be offended by you themselves, but understand, and admire you themselves. For you, this is generally unthinkable: how can this be, I did everything, EVERYTHING, so that they would not be dissatisfied with me, so that they would have no reason to think badly of me, but they do think of me. And every day more and more people. How so? Here you are in a stupor. And the thought doesn’t even occur to me that the solution is on the surface. Let people admire you. You don’t let people in, while trying to be friends with everyone. You don’t understand that we are all your friends here, you don’t have to wear a mask in front of us, you don’t have to talk to us from the standpoint of “you’ll ban me and you’ll feel better,” “I know myself better, and, believe me, you overestimate me,” etc. Why do we need you here alive?. And not some kind of protective shell that annoys everyone because you write on it from the inside, “This is the real me.”! Please excuse me, I know I’m bad,” and you continue to sit there without doing anything. No. The real you has not revealed itself to us, Zamul. And to be honest, I spent a very, very, very long time so that you could come here and be yourself. So please be you too. I don’t want to talk to the shell anymore. I want to hear who is behind this nickname, behind this image, behind this shell. Please.
Today I saw this one
I don’t know how I missed it, I only noticed it today. Now
P.WITH. DoctorCox convinced me to share this masterpiece creation and agreed that all stones would be thrown at him for the quality of his work. =)
Maybe because you are brilliant, beautiful, wonderful, amazingly mind-blowing and generally the very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very best and fairest person in the world and you, in principle, cannot be mistaken about something, and my message cast doubt on this without any good reason? 🙂
Well, if it’s a little more serious, then answer my comment above, if it’s not difficult.
And she’s like: “ZVABOUTNIT, PNYATNA? FROM THE WORD "ZV"ABOUTN“, BITCH!»
And you’re like, “HEARY, SMART, COME HERE, FUCK, “WHAT SHOULD I DO?”? RINGINGANDFUCK, BITCH!“”, and kick the scoreboard.
… Meanwhile, the tram driver’s voice broadcasts to the entire cabin: “Careful, the doors are closing, the next stop is Station Novogireevo“because fuck you all, I fucked you”. The tram starts moving and all the people look crazy and head to Novogireevo..
Who could betray me, I didn’t really have anyone. It wasn’t me who was betrayed, but I who betrayed, and first myself, and then other people’s expectations. It always hurt me to see sympathy in other people’s eyes – it didn’t help and, probably, emphasized my powerlessness, with which, hand in hand, I walk all my life.
If you wrote such a message, then I can probably tell where this attitude towards yourself began. It started with some math courses in the tenth grade. Before that, in the courses I was in, there were guys who openly didn’t give a damn about objects, and especially about the value of other people. They were like the “loud” part of my classmates – people who increased their self-esteem at the expense of others. Therefore, by the beginning of the tenth grade I had a very skeptical outlook on life. I thought that there were only a few good people and they were scattered. My parents then forcibly sent me to courses and this is probably the only “violence” for which I am grateful to them. I saw people there. Simple guys, peers, who joked with each other and treated each other and the subjects they studied well. They didn’t have those evil complexes that some of my classmates had.They were so simple, but so correct people. I thought there were few of them, I thought they were isolated units. And there they are, a whole bunch. And they formed a place where I would like to belong.
I’ve never been so glad that my judgment was wrong. Three times a week, I went to 17:00 (and usually came even earlier, enjoyed the silence and sometimes even quietly hummed something to myself) and returned home at 20:00 with a smile. Always with a smile, no matter how hard that day may be. I was unsociable. I spent this time in silent admiration. I liked to feel like a pathetic bug compared to these “titans of the mind” in my eyes. They nourished me, gave me strength, energy and motivation. I didn’t have to force myself to study. During the year that I spent there, I studied the algebra course of the eleventh grade and half of the first year math (they taught a quarter, but out of curiosity I brought my knowledge to the level of half). The tenth grade itself and life during that period was quite difficult for me, but at that time from 17:00 to 20:00, I was almost happy.
And seeing this good in them, I discovered the good in those in whom I did not notice this and learned to pull this “good” out a little. This is how I learned to believe in people, or rather in their inherently “good” nature. I didn’t want to be angry like before.
I planned to start talking to them next school year, but a lot has changed. For example, courses became free, but a passing test was introduced. Before that, they were free only for the especially gifted, but now for at least some gifted. I didn’t pass. Because I wasn’t prepared, but I could have. In the summer I chose the easy way, sat at the behest of my parents and solved Unified State Examination books. Instead of starting to argue intensely, as I usually did, I just kind of “forgot” about what was important to me. I let events take their course and paid the price. Before that, I didn’t have a very good opinion of myself, but now I spent the entire month of October (the courses started in October) and November of the eleventh grade in prostration. Then I somehow came to my senses, again broke my own expectations, again took the easy path and again paid. Specifically, I paid the price by going to my first university (I went because on the last day of accepting documents my parents sent me there, and instead of sitting down and thinking, I ran, because I was afraid I wouldn’t pass at all) I convinced myself in advance that not everything would be the same there, but rather like at school, but still somewhat disappointed as a result. Then I was unable to organize myself normally and learn anything under the pressure of my own experiences, plus I gave myself the conditions to study, and not to slip from time to time into a new semester. And after I promised my mother to leave the university if I didn’t pass the third retake… I left. My mother didn’t expect me to keep my word and started screaming and yelling. Looking back on it now, it seems funny to me, but at the time it all made me lose a fair amount of determination. Then I returned it in a rather interesting way (no, it was because it was new and it wouldn’t work a second time and it wouldn’t work with everyone :D) and decided to try a second time. But when I went where I wanted for the second time, I realized that I had lost all my passion and all the faith in myself that I still had. That’s why things didn’t work out with her. I had to fight with myself and with the pitiful attitude of fellow students and teachers towards me. I lasted until the end of the course, and then left due to debts necessary for admission to the session, or rather because I did not have the strength to pay them off. Just as there was no strength to teach memorize anything and move forward.
I feel bad about myself because of past failures, I humiliate myself because of the belief in my own insignificance and weakness in front of other people, in whom the fire still burns, in whom there is still a core, a support, and I also do it instinctively, because it’s easier, because inside, probably, I wanted something to carry me again, like then, during the course, and I would easily be inspired by this or that thing. I probably became nothing as a result of the internal mess that I myself created, but I would like to be a good person and strong too. But neither one nor the other works out for me, so I look for answers to my own questions in other people and give them answers if I have them? to the questions that torment them. I’m also very distrustful. In the sense that, although no one betrayed me except myself and I believe in the inherently good nature of people, I still expect dirty tricks from them, as well as from life in general. Therefore, I cannot truly trust anyone or anything, be it the weather or a subject at the university, and let it into my heart. And therefore I cannot create support for myself to move forward, as a result of which I train to move on my own will.
That’s it. Sorry, Stig it turned out about the same as always. But I don’t know how to convince you and others that I wrote from the bottom of my heart both now and then. Now I just delved into some details that I didn’t delve into very deeply before.
Maybe try in the smoking room and post all the videos in the comments with links? (and pictures are also possible) Let’s check how this affects, and how many messages everything will be relatively bug-free.
