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Artist.....: VA
Album......: The Breakfast Club - Night Sessions Vol.1
Type.......: Compilation
Genre......: House
Style......: Prog.House / Electronic
Label......: Krembo
CatalogNr..: na
Url........: http://www.kremboshop.com/
Rel.date...: 24.06.2007
Str.date...: 00.00.2007
Source.....: CDDA
Grabber....: EAC 0.95 beta 3
Encoder....: Lame 3.97 -V 2 --vbr-new
Quality....: VBRkbps / 44.1kHz / Joint-Stereo
Tracks.....: 1
Size.......: 94.65 MB
Length.....: 68:26
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Tracklist
01. Anthony Collins - Understand 06:15
02. Silicone Soul - Under A Werewolf Moon (Martinez Full Moon Madness
Mix) 06:25
03. Mono - Make A Difference 04:29
04. Oxia Vs Eric Borgo - Another Man 05:09
05. Passato - Elie Casseti Orchestra 05:15
06. Eddie-Ft - Fiction 05:15
07. John Kelvin - Bio-Grow 04:29
08. Mymy - Butterflies And Zebras (John Dalhback Remix) 03:34
09. Spectre - Incantation 04:30
10. Alan Bauer - Nightflight 04:32
11. Slytek - Bodyheat 05:14
12. Mono - Fake In 07:14
13. Stereofreak - Donnerwetter 06:05
Total Time: 68:26
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Release Notes
Compiled and Mixed by Gal Ofer
Distributed in Israel
At the beginning of last summer, a rumor swept through Tel Aviv: Night people
Yaniv ("Kati") Meiri and David Tor, together with musician/filmmaker Adam
Horowitz had opened a new club in a cellar at the end of Rothschild Boulevard.
Its name: The Breakfast Club.
The summer was still dominated by the mega-bars, and after the opening of the
Tel Aviv version of Haooman 17, the huge Jerusalem bar and disco, the feeling
in the city was that small, intimate dance bars were no longer enough. The
owners of the new club ignored the circumstances and decided to follow their
hearts.
They found a small, unknown hole, shunned all publicity, charged no entrance
fee, hung photographs of culture heroes on the walls the way clubs used to,
and installed small TV screens that showed 1980s American youth films (the
club is named after one of those films).
The bar, which was attended to by an older Romanian man, served a lavish
variety of alcoholic drinks. But the night has its own dynamics, and from the
outset it was clear that something was happening in the club. The soft dim
atmosphere, the laid-back decadence that oozed from every corner, the
beneficent urban energy that caressed every bodily orifice.
"Breakfast," as the new place was called, was big news. Within a month it was
crowned the one-and-only club in town, the one everyone was talking about, the
one that would define an era. Everyone who came to Breakfast with memories of
Penguin from the 1980s or Allenby 58 from the 1990s understood immediately
that Breakfast was, like them, a once-a-decade phenomenon in Tel Aviv. The
graduates of the 1980s and 1990s clubs who found a second home at The
Breakfast Club were quickly joined by the hippest of the urban revelers.
But the meteoric rise of The Breakfast Club almost proved its undoing. After
the first few days of grace, the lines at the entrance lengthened and became
impossible. The snob set of the house crowd was replaced by people who came to
the place only so they could tell their friends that they had been there. In
an almost subversive move, the owners of Breakfast closed the gates at the
height of the club's success. And when they reopened them, they told no one.
Like everything the owners have done, the brief break turned out to be a
brilliant move, making it possible for the club to resume activity in a low
profile - so essential for its status as the preferred Tel Aviv burrow. It's
the place you can go at 4 A.M., dance to the sounds of dirty electro, meet new
friends in the line to the lavatory, get a line (of cocaine) from an
acquaintance you are not acquainted with, make out with a girl whose name you
don't know, and then make your way slowly up the stairs, open the heavy door
and be sun-dazzled.
A club, like a home, is not a space, but the people who inhabit it. At
Breakfast an unforgettable gallery of characters - enchanting and repulsive at
the same time - gather every week. If one looks for a trait that is common to
them, it looks as though most of the Breakfast tenants live a challenging
life, and their challenge - whether its goal is creativity, forgetting, escape
or adventurism - is their whole life. They have nothing to waste except
themselves, and the last thing they want is breakfast.
Gal Ofer, 36, deejay, owner of the Krembo record store in Tel Aviv
Has always liked music, and 10 years ago opened an avant garde record store
on Tel Aviv's trendy Sheinkin Street. Deejays at parties and once a week at
Breakfast. Single.
"A month or so ago, one of Madonna's associates was in Breakfast and heard me
for 10 minutes. Electro sleazy oozing from the walls, even a kid like him
could appreciate it. He asked for a few of my CDs. Two weeks later he called
and said, 'Madonna is throwing a party after the Grammies, I'll try to have
you play there' ... He flew me to Beverly Hills, the party was in the
penthouse of the Wilshire Hotel, where they filmed the famous scene from
'Pretty Woman.' I played music the whole evening. Nicole Kidman was there, Tom
Hanks, Bruce Springsteen and all kinds of celebrities like them. For a present
I gave Madonna the CD 'Hatikkun Haklali' [based on a prayer cycle of the
Bratslav Hasidic sect], which is distributed on Sheinkin Street.
"That didn't surprise me. Once I was sitting with the owners of Haooman 17
and they asked me who the best deejay in the world is. Me, I told them. It's
not a thing of deejaying, it's a thing of the music you like and play. Not
intelligent, calculated music, but dirty stuff, wet and hot, sleazy and
coarse, that gets you horny. Let me see how people go off the wall at
Breakfast until eight in the morning. A city crowd, couples in ecstasy, horny,
groping hands. You feel it in their blood and you direct it with a high hand.
It's all you. Bring them down with a slow rhythm and they get even hornier and
drunker. There's something very satisfying about giving people pleasure, in
the hope that one day one of them will give you pleasure.
"I am a Punk kid. My essence is to be rebellious. To play music for you that
your mommy won't approve of. What's important for me is individualism. To
listen to an esoteric rock band from Oregon, not something that everyone is
into. Music is the truth. Music is more than God. That's been clear to me
since I was three. Not a tax assessor, not a software engineer. Like a
religious person, I believe in it but can't explain why. You hear a new rock
band and it turns you on, more than any another experience that you had that
day. My passion never ends. I am a rocker in my soul and at home I listen to
nothing but rock. I don't spend time in front of Channel 2 or call the guys. I
light up a joint and put on an album.
(text and interview By Alon Hadar - 2006)
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