Born in 1981, Boris Brejcha started his musical education in his childhood. He was educated playing drums and keyboard which had been a perfect schooling for the following chapter - producing and performing electronic dance music.
Mein Gedanke sagt mir gerade: "Danke das ich diese Musik als Wegbegleiter habe..in anderen Dimensionen begleitend stimmt diese..auf all diese Muster die wir fraktal gestalten..aus denen wir wachsen und Erinnerungen sammeln..aus der wir Kraft..Energie..erschaffen.. um zu erschaffen" DANKE !
For some it is ending and for some it is just starting their darkest night... I am happy and feel infinitely blessed that the darkest night is over. This is the only DJ with darker material I am listening to . I don't know why but it is ENOUGH. The sun is rising so hold on your hats.. Dorothy buckle up!!! 🥳😱🥳
My life is complete. Saw him live in a one-time-opportunity in Morocco. Too bad I didn’t get to take a picture with him. If I’m still alive, I’ll see him again and get that picture.
No helmet. If it was Michelle's Baraks Muslims or Ctje Churches truck or house I would understand. Attempted Murder charches aren't gonna look good on you twos records so figure it out.
Get this thing the fuck out of my head and all my time on this Earth back your choice. Treason is pretty hefty Charges to have on your records also. And the cover up.
A extroverts guide to surviving this long night: by an introvert: Requirements: 1 pair of quality over ear headphones 1 bed/comfy couch/reclining chair/hammock 1 music playing device Get comfy, place headphones over your ears, press play, close your eyes. The music starts, peaceful, static harshness, melodic. The first minute passes and it piques your interest, you listen. Your head slightly moves side to side , slowly your foot joins in. The beat drops. This is good. The head nods slightly, repetetively. The song changes, intensifies, you forget you're in your bed. You're in the music, it envelops your conciousness. Another drop, the torso sways. The song has taken control of your hands now, yet you fail to recognise the fact. The end is coming, the music fades, your glazed eyes open. You go looking for the next song. You may end up reading this, but if you do, you didn't fully enjoy this song.
