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Tiesto Returns To Trance (pg. 2)
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| Looks like genre labeling is more important than the music these days. |
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| Dj Pluviose |
| Yeah, seriously. I doubt Tiesto would even consider this Trance. It was probably his henchmen or some who are trying to market it by using the notorious "Trance" genre name. |
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| pointPi |
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| meshblorg |
XD
Ya'll hilarious! |
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| Syntonic |
| I'm surprised by some people here. Have your parents not told you the fabled story of Tiesto. He was a simple gabber DJ who wanted to share his love of music with the world, but he was only one man. So he decided to hire elves to make tracks for all the little boys and girls on E. |
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| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Syntonic
I'm surprised by some people here. Have your parents not told you the fabled story of Tiesto. He was a simple gabber DJ who wanted to share his love of music with the world, but he was only one man. So he decided to hire elves to make tracks for all the little boys and girls on E. |
Tiesto is to Old Testament David as Armin is to New Testament Jesus.
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| nefardec |
| quote: | Originally posted by EddieZilker
Tiesto is to Old Testament David as Armin is to New Testament Jesus.
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A reading from the Book of Trance (the dutch orthodox version)
Holy Armin, full of trance,
The plur is with thee;
Blessed art thou amongst trancecrackers,
And blessed is the fruit of thy loops, Armada.
Holy Armin, mother of #trancefamily,
Play for us trainspotters,
Now and at 2PM EST weekly
Amen
Thanks be to trance. |
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| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by nefardec
A reading from the Book of Trance (the dutch orthodox version)
Holy Armin, full of trance,
The plur is with thee;
Blessed art thou amongst trancecrackers,
And blessed is the fruit of thy loops, Armada.
Holy Armin, mother of #trancefamily,
Play for us trainspotters,
Now and at 2PM EST weekly
Amen
Thanks be to trance. |
Oooh! It needs a Book of Revelations:
"And as I stood, on the shores of Ibiza,
I saw a lamb, with a Deadmau5 head,
And the Wings of an Angel, to carry me home.
And he did say to me, "Where upon it will be told,
a great many lies, a beast will rise in the west."
"The beast shall have several heads and shall be named Beatport,
and the name of each head shall be,
Skrillex, Guetta, Axwell, Ingrosso, and Angelo.
Many will believe his lies,
but few shall be spared the consequences." |
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| nefardec |
#bookoftrance
When Armin heard what had happened, He withdrew by private jet to a hole in the wall club. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns. When Armin landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and played some cheesy pap.
As evening approached, the #trancefamily came to him and said, “This club has expensive drinks, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the liquor store and BYOB.
Armin replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them drink tickets.”
“We have here only five handles of goose and two blue fish,” they answered.
“Bring them here to me,” he said. And he directed the people to sit down on the groty floor. Taking the five handles and the two pills and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and opened the bottles. Then he gave them to the people. They all drank and were satisfied, and the club staff picked up twelve broken glasses that were left over.
The number of those who rolled was about five thousand men, besides women and children. |
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| meshblorg |
Ya'll having too much fun
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| EddieZilker |
Book of Psalms:
Psalm 130 BPM
Dear Trance,
can you not hear my anguish?
Have I been unfaithful to you,
Calling of your name?
Calling your name.
Can't you, Oh Trance,
hear me calling you?
My enemies collaborate.
The DJ who played before me,
He did set the gain,
impossibly high, and now,
I play out from his record,
Too fast for my first pick.
His pitch, he has also maxed out.
The DJ scheduled to play at 1:00,
Has his first record pulled from his bag,
And he doth laugh,
I hear him snickering from behind.
How shall it not be his turn,
For my incompetence, Oh Trance?
Guide my fingers, Trance.
There is no head-room on the meter,
And I have been using that,
Unfaithfully to match beats,
Instead of mine ears.
Help me, Oh Trance.
Forgive me, and let my vinyl,
be steady and placed in the right jacket.
Help me find that record.
I know it's here.
I have honored you,
Have I not?
Let it not be warped.
I think there is enough tension left,
Before his song runs out.
Let the beats match, oh Trance.
Let me not raise the fader,
That I may hurt the flocks ears.
Let the kicks not phase so loudly,
That the people do hold their ears.
Let the 8-bar phrasing mesh,
That it not sound as though I'm running,
Out of record and rushed it.
Be good to your humble DJ, Trance.
And I shall pose as Jesus did,
When he was nailed to a cross. |
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| freakster |
jack of all trades.
master of none. |
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