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I remember listening to this as it played, LIVE. The days of a misspent, wayward youth kept under the stern grasp of what sounded like a vast meadow of broken toys scattered brazenly through the long grass. I sat there, Windows XP lightly skinned, Winamp locked and loaded into ets-global after the harrowing fiasco of the changeover for ASOT from ID&T to SLAMFM and the way the frightened little whites shivered in their collective timbers at the vacancy left in their twee plurry hearts. Stricken, these sounds escaped through the barred grating of my Logitech speakers. Sweat began to glisten on my most familiar edges as my dad stayed with me, hand on my shoulder and eyes glued to the cosmos that Armin painted for us through the all-giving arcs of Anjuna. I felt connected. I knew that at this moment, it didn't matter if trance made it to the next day. I simply drew contentment through the fleeting feeling of fragile permanence that was constructed by RANDY KATANA and made possible by the Vannest of BUURENS. I must say. This set made me purchase a new microwave with a plethora of settings I have yet to use.
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