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@ColinDdd Ай бұрын

lookin positively 16bit at times

@whitrummel3798 Ай бұрын

I've been trying to find this for like almost a decade... yes...

@masteroutlaw100 Ай бұрын

Lucky you

@bjornlakenstrazen2186 2 ай бұрын

Stuff like this blows my mind. I have no idea what it is i can barely comprehend a single instrument trying to figure out what the fuck im hearing but its amazing

@palerider2143 3 ай бұрын

Nothing but *clear skies* ahead

@JamilMusicLoverSingleton 5 ай бұрын

Your channel got the hits. Loving this samplw of Leon Ware's - Rockin You Eternally

@MachineEnthusiast 5 ай бұрын

What is the original track

@unit0122 6 ай бұрын

❤L U X U R Y E L I T E ❤

@machineheaded3628 6 ай бұрын

I searched for one of your 2 songs that have gone missing, the one with the name'Andrew Clark project and chronica-turn back time'and the other one based on 'la gear'... I couldn't find it

@immerfly 6 ай бұрын

here u go kzbin.info/www/bejne/gWawY2qYodFmoqc kzbin.info/www/bejne/n5iyYq1-bMSbe5Y

@machineheaded3628 6 ай бұрын

@@immerfly It says the video is private

@bjornlakenstrazen2186 6 ай бұрын

Man that was nostalgic. What drum samples are these?

@TextToSpeechYoda 7 ай бұрын

rest in peace

@no1554ify 7 ай бұрын

Whats the sample of the first song?

@whisperware 7 ай бұрын

Fuckin love it when the algo hits

@schqrr 8 ай бұрын

love this so much man thanks

@hoorayedeneternal897 9 ай бұрын

I love Luxury Elite, I revisit this video and listen when I have the time

@lvst_nghtlonnie1877 9 ай бұрын

Lit ass commercial 🤣😂🤣😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@JoeyIsHere Жыл бұрын

I need an extended loop of this song in my life please & thank you

@OneLove-up3zb Жыл бұрын

Got this off vaporwave weather channel musuc. Hardest mix ive ever heard in life

@dylanmatt210 Жыл бұрын

2023

@cowboisteen7851 Жыл бұрын

Is there any version that doesnt sound this bad? It hurts my ears lol Is that the point?

@demonoutcast Жыл бұрын

Absolute class

@Frank-fg4jx Жыл бұрын

where'd you go mate

@Quiparounddreams1999 Жыл бұрын

Dan bell eat your heart out!

@universeresetting7703 Жыл бұрын

flamingo miami

@blightedgrounds Жыл бұрын

Good heavens this hits like 5 shots of Everclear

@drakdaysa.k.a.2691 Жыл бұрын

2022年で一番聴いた楽曲

@dinheirodinheirodinheiro Жыл бұрын

where the hell is he nowadays doe

@maxconing812 Жыл бұрын

Gone with time man :/

@dinheirodinheirodinheiro Жыл бұрын

@@maxconing812 we need this fool back 2 ahead of his time

@miguelpatino3856 2 жыл бұрын

L E G S

@ANTINATALIST_lewis Жыл бұрын

😁 L E G S fetish!

@christopherss9175 2 жыл бұрын

I'm here for the Japanese bartenders!

@tonysumman3345 2 жыл бұрын

DOPE 🔥🔥🔥

@Null42x86 2 жыл бұрын

This song gives me feelings that does not exist yet

@paulwhiteii6321 2 жыл бұрын

This makes me want to pop a mentos

@ArchdukeJake 2 жыл бұрын

December 7th, 1997 70 miles out of Milwaukee, WI

@drashclothing5564 2 жыл бұрын

Great !!! In my playlist...

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

My God, this is some of the most sublime music to ever bless my ears..... 😮

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

I’m sitting in DuPlex, the new Tony McManus restaurant in Tribeca, with Christopher Armstrong, who also works at P & P. We went to Exeter together, then he went to the University of Pennsylvania and Wharton, before moving to Manhattan. We, inexplicably, could not get reservations at Subjects, so Armstrong suggested this place. Armstrong is wearing a four-button double-breasted chalk-striped spread-collar cotton shirt by Christian Dior and a large paisley-patterned silk tie by Givenchy Gentleman. His leather agenda and leather envelope, both by Bottega Veneta, lie on the third chair at our table, a good one, up front by the window. I’m wearing a nailhead-patterned worsted wool suit with overplaid from DeRigueur by Schoeneman, a cotton broadcloth shirt by Bill Blass, a Macclesfield silk tie by Savoy and a cotton handkerchief by Ashear Bros. A Muzak rendition of the score from _Les Misérables_ plays lightly throughout the restaurant. Armstrong’s girlfriend is Jody Stafford, who used to date Todd Hamlin, and this fact plus the TV monitors hanging from the ceilings with closed-circuit video of chefs working in the kitchen fills me with nameless dread. Armstrong just got back from the islands and has a very deep, very even tan, but so do I. “So how were the Bahamas?” I ask after we order. “You just got back, right?” “Well, Taylor,” Armstrong begins, staring at a point somewhere behind me and slightly above my head-on the column that has been terra-cotta-ized or perhaps on the exposed pipe that runs the length of the ceiling. “Travelers looking for that perfect vacation this summer may do well to look south, as far south as the Bahamas and the Caribbean islands. There are at least five smart reasons for visiting the Caribbean including the weather and the festivals and events, the less crowded hotels and attractions, the price and the unique cultures. While many vacationers leave the cities in search of cooler climates during the summer months, few have realized that the Caribbean has a year-round climate of seventy-five to eighty-five degrees and that the islands are constantly cooled by the trade winds. It is frequently hotter north in…”

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

On _The Patty Winters Show_ this morning the topic was Toddler-Murderers. In the studio audience were parents of children who’d been kidnapped, tortured and murdered, while on stage a panel of psychiatrists and pediatricians were trying to help them _cope_ - somewhat futilely I might add, and much to my delight - with their confusion and anger. But what really cracked me up was-via satellite on a lone TV monitor-three convicted Toddler-Murderers on death row who due to fairly complicated legal loopholes were now seeking parole and would probably get it. But something kept distracting me while I watched the huge Sony TV over a breakfast of sliced kiwi and Japanese applepear, Evian water, oat-bran muffins, soy milk and cinnamon granola, ruining my enjoyment of the grieving mothers, and it wasn’t until the show was almost over that I figured out what it was: the crack above my David Onica that I had asked the doorman to tell the superintendent to fix. On my way out this morning I stopped at the front desk, about to complain to the doorman, when I was confronted with a new doorman, my age but balding and homely and _fat._ Three glazed jelly doughnuts _and_ two steaming cups of extra-dark _hot chocolate_ lay on the desk in front of him beside a copy of the _Post_ opened to the comics and it struck me that I was infinitely better-looking, more successful and richer than this poor bastard would ever be and so with a passing rush of sympathy I smiled and nodded a curt though not impolite good morning without lodging a complaint. “Oh really?” I find myself saying loudly, completely uninterested, to Armstrong.

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

“Like the United States it celebrates the summer months with festivals and special events including music concerts, art exhibits, street fairs and sporting tournaments, and because of the vast number of people traveling elsewhere, the islands are less crowded, allowing for better service and no lines when waiting to use that sailboat or dine in that restaurant. I mean I think most people go to sample the culture, the food, the history…” On the way to Wall Street this morning, due to gridlock I had to get out of the company car and was walking down Fifth Avenue to find a subway station when I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out to be something called a “Gay Pride Parade,” which made my stomach turn. Homosexuals proudly marched down Fifth Avenue, pink triangles emblazoned on pastel-colored windbreakers, some even holding hands, most singing “Somewhere” out of key and in unison. I stood in front of Paul Smith and watched with a certain traumatized fascination, my mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a _man,_ could feel pride over sodomizing another man, but when I began to receive fey catcalls from aging, overmuscled beachboys with walruslike mustaches in between the lines _“There’s a place for us, Somewhere a place for us,”_ I sprinted over to Sixth Avenue, decided to be late for the office and took a cab back to my apartment where I put on a new suit (by Cerruti 1881), gave myself a pedicure and tortured to death a small dog I had bought earlier this week in a pet store on Lexington. Armstrong drones on.

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

“Water sports are of course the leading attraction. But golf courses and tennis courts are in excellent condition and the pros at many of the resorts are made more available during the summer. Many of the courts are lit for night playing as well…” Fuck… yourself… Armstrong, I’m thinking while staring out the window at the gridlock and pacing bums on Church Street. Appetizers arrive: sun-dried-tomato brioche for Armstrong. Poblano chilies with an oniony orange-purple marmalade on the side for me. I hope Armstrong doesn’t want to pay because I need to show the dim-witted bastard that I in fact _do_ own a platinum American Express card. I feel very sad at this moment for some reason, listening to Armstrong, and a lump forms in my throat but I swallow and take a sip from my Corona and the emotion passes and during a pause while he’s chewing, I ask, “The food? How’s the food?” almost involuntarily, thinking about anything but. “Good question. As for dining out, the Caribbean has become more attractive as the island cuisine has mixed well with the European culture. Many of the restaurants are owned and managed by Americans, British, French, Italian, even Dutch expatriates...” Mercifully, he pauses, taking a bite out of his brioche, which looks like a sponge drenched in blood - _his brioche looks like a big bloody sponge_ - and he washes it down with a sip from his Corona. My turn. “How about sightseeing?” I ask disinterestedly, concentrating on the blackened chilies, the yellowish marmalade circling the plate in an artful octagon, cilantro leaves circling the marmalade, chili seeds circling the cilantro leaves.

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

“Sightseeing is highlighted by the European culture which established many of the islands as regional fortresses in the seventeen hundreds. Visitors can see the various spots where Columbus landed and as we near the three hundredth anniversary of his first sailing in 1590 there is a heightened awareness in the islands as to the history and culture that is an integral part of island life…” Armstrong: you are an… asshole. “Uh-huh.” I nod. “Well…” Paisley ties, plaid suits, my aerobics class, returning videotapes, spices to pick up from Zabar’s, beggars, white chocolate truffles… The sickening scent of Drakkar Noir, which is what Christopher is wearing, floats over near my face, mingling with the scent of the marmalade and cilantro, the onions and the blackened chilies. “Uh-huh,” I say, repeat. “And for the active vacationer there is mountain climbing, cave exploring, sailing, horseback riding and white-water river rafting, and for the gamblers there are casinos on many of the islands…” Fleetingly I imagine pulling out my knife, slicing a wrist, one of mine, aiming the spurting vein at Armstrong’s head or better yet his suit, wondering if he would still continue to talk. I consider getting up without excusing myself, taking a cab to another restaurant, somewhere in SoHo, maybe farther uptown, having a drink, using the rest room, maybe even making a phone call to Evelyn, coming back to Duplex, and every molecule that makes up my body tells me that Armstrong would still be talking about not only his vacation but what seems like the world’s vacation in the fucking Bahamas. Somewhere along the line the waiter removes half-eaten appetizers, brings fresh Coronas, free-range chicken with raspberry vinegar and guacamole, calf’s liver with shad roe and leeks, and though I’m not sure who ordered what it doesn’t really matter since both plates look exactly the same. I end up with the free-range chicken with extra tomatillo sauce, I think.

@timvanarsdel 2 жыл бұрын

“Visitors to the Caribbean don’t need a passport-just proof of U.S. citizenship-and even better, Taylor, is that _language_ is no barrier. English is spoken _everywhere,_ even on those islands where the local language is French or Spanish. Most of the islands are former British…” “My life is a living hell,” I mention off the cuff, while casually moving leeks around on my plate, which by the way is a porcelain triangle. “And there are many more people I, uh, want to… want to, well, I guess _murder.”_ I say this emphasizing the last word, staring straight into Armstrong’s face. “Service has improved to the islands as both American Airlines and Eastern Airlines have created hubs in San Juan where they have set up connecting flights to those islands they don’t serve with direct flights. With additional service from BWIA, Pan Am, ALM, Air Jamaica, Bahamas Air and Cayman Airways, most islands are easy to reach. There are additional connections within the islands from LIAT and BWIA, which provide a series of scheduled island-hopping flights…” Someone who I think is Charles Fletcher walks over while Armstrong keeps talking and he pats me on the shoulder and says “Hey Simpson” and “See you at Fluties” and then at the door meets up with a very attractive woman-big tits, blond, tight dress, not his secretary, not his wife-and they leave Duplex together in a black limousine. Armstrong is still eating, cutting into the perfectly square slices of calf’s liver, and he keeps talking while I become increasingly mournful. “Vacationers who can’t take a full week away will find the Caribbean an ideal spot for the alternative weekend escape. Eastern Airlines has created its Weekender Club which includes many Caribbean destinations and enables members to visit many places at sharply reduced prices which I know doesn’t matter but I still think people are going..."