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:::::.::::' artist....: Bluetech :
::::: . album.....: Call Of The Wild EP .
: type......: EP
: genre.....: Electronic .
| style.....: Downtempo, Beat, Dub :
| label.....: Autonomous Music ___:__ _
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:| rel.date..: 2019.03.21
|| str.date..: 2009.06.01
|| source....: WEB > WAV .
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|| quality...: VBRkbps / 48 kHz / Joint-Stereo
|| tracks....: 5
|| size......: 57,66 MB
|| length....: 28:58
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$$$$ 01. Green Sophia 06:42
$$$$ 02. Abandon All Cities 05:52
$$$$ 03. Another Bridge Burning 05:04
$$$$ 04. Mysteriosa Flambeau 05:39
$$$$ 05. Spirit Summons 05:41
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release notes:
the call of the wild
there is in all things an ebb and a flow, a constriction of
energy into condensed form, an expansion of solidity into
the ethereal and mutable.
my life has recently taken this path of change, reflecting
the timeless wisdom of the organic.
the plants have begun speaking to me, the earth has begun
speaking to me, the particular flight pattern of a pair of
birds a potent divination,
the liquid oscillation of waves crashing upon the shore a
wisdom tradition. everything around us is alive, vibrant,
and resonating at an audible frequency if we only stop and
listen. i am listening now, and everything in my life has
changed. my identity as "bluetech" holds no validity here,
and all of those previous associations are dissolving:
artist, performer, traveller, hipster, recording artist,
label owner. all of these beliefs about who i am are my
ego's attempt at transcendence above unity with the natural
world. i don't want to be just "bluetech" anymore.
i want to be a tree singer, one who sings songs in the key
of sap rising up the fractaline trunk of ancient elders
i want to be a plant whisperer, letting my quiet breaths
massage seedlings into glorious germination
i want to be a dreamer, dreaming the Big Dream of earth and
sky
i want to be a force of power in my generation, a call from
the living world to wake up to our true place as earth
keepers
i want to heed the summons of Spirit to abandon the tyranny
of a mechanistic universe and embrace the gnosis of all
living things
i want to reflect the power of the sun in worship of life,
as does each and every flower that unfolds to share its
beauty
i want to be a wild man in a civilized world, shaking my
wooden staff in the face of every life destroying corporate
entity
i want to be a pure vessel, a living avatar of pregnant
silences, an earth mystic always dancing to the songs of
stones
i have heard a call from outside of time, first in dreams,
then singing in every sound, color, and light of the natural
world. it speaks to me of re-
newal, of union with the divine inherent in all things, of
a return to the source of life, of all the mother's lost
children come home to be fed sweet nectar of rememberance of
our place in the created world, of our roles as gardeners of
myth, and keepers of the flame of consciousness for a
profound purpose, not only for our own selfishness, but to
keep the oldest story alive.
my reason for creating music is to get the message out: we
are what we have been waiting for, heaven is not waiting for
us at the end, the kingdom is "at hand", we either create a
beautiful world or we create a hell. if you feel me, if you
hear me, if you enjoy this music and feel like supporting
me, donations are deeply appreciated.
plant a seed, at least one. tend it, love it, help it grow.
Store:
https://bluetech.bandcamp.com/album/call-of-the-wild-ep
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six a.m. corporate media machine doesnt stop ||
talking about just another war somewhere. neon ||
sunrise crushing through grey clouds. industrial |:
wasteland. dry burned eyes mirroring white lines. |.
in front of this machine for hours now. was it :
days? caffeine, nicotine, amphetamine. getting :
stats up. trans atlantic glide. ice cold .
technology versus the weakness of the human flesh.
digital deconstruction.
we love this game and salute everybody who
is there since the glory days of the baud!
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