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Vote Now! Bird 1 Remix competition.

Hey!

So as you know by now In The Black Box has submitted a remix to the Beatport remix competition for Underworld’s latest release.. “Bird 1″. We are going to need a huge amount of help from all of our supporters to get noticed on the site since there are so many good remixes on there.

Each person can only vote once so I do not need you to constantly return every day to add more votes..

So here is how you do it!

Step 1: Go to http://www.beatportal.com/remix/detail/bird-1-in-the-black-box-remix/ and listen to the remix… tap foot.. and sing lyrics..

Step 2: Sign in with your Beatport* account details and “spin” the track to cast your vote

Step 3: Tell all your friends by posting this link on your facebook and twitter telling them to listen and vote if they like the song!

* In order to vote you need to register with beatport. If you aren’t a member I am not going to force you to join but at least listen to the track and spread the word to all your friends. I would however ask that you consider joining beatport.. it can be a great source for the latest electronic music.. and your vote would go a long way!

So check out the remix now and get voting!!! Thanks!!!

http://www.beatportal.com/remix/detail/bird-1-in-the-black-box-remix/

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Bird 1 (In The Black Box Remix)

The first new material in months…. well sorta. I got my shit together and put this remix into action to take part in Beatport’s fantastic remix competition for Underworld’s latest release “Bird 1″…
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..this was everything, everything i needed…

“Yea…. H lets have a look at everybody…Your a top vibe… thank you!”
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Sweet in Winter, Sweet in Rain (DarkSounds Compilation 2009)

The Latest compilation from the DarkSounds camp sees a fresh explosion of eclectic sounds reach out into cyberspace. In The Black Box opens the collection with the October release “Thirst” and the compilation just keeps on getting better and better from there on in!

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Being there,

Not going to lie

Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place

Will it not be a good memory?

will it not also be bad?

Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.

I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England

I will miss that

I wanted a photo of that

I want a photo of this

Lets not miss another one

But is it safe?

All these things you had for yourself!

And to think we live in the normal,

the usual

We are so jealous…

That is no surprise

That i should be so lucky

When luck is insignificant

These things are everywhere all the time

depends how you appreciate it

I have never consider the usual as the insignificant

as i have never considered the unusual out of its context

A beautiful photo is always 

and can be anywhere

yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses

and we envy those in the places we seek

yet they envy you and dream of you normality

this does not alarm you?

do we not appreciate enough?

can we not rely on them a little more?

I saw the light bounce of the water

I questioned my hard fought opinions and views

I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often

I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start

I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us

I considered the possibilities

split second illumination

calculations beyond comprehension

i estimated my worth in this place

I estimated my existence

And the glass dropped out of focus

I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar

moving water drip colours through layers of dark

moving bridges scrape holes in the paint 

buildings rip bloody into the sky 

it is the same..

though i will miss it

like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches

like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers

like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing

like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight

like i miss the smell of wet vegetation

and the list will grow longer

yet a list to be thankful for 

and vibrations will map it out

and keep me in tune

are we not supposed to be unique?

and this will be my seen and done

my experience 

from floor to window-ledge mornings

understanding

and motion towards

separation in the most connected ways

never letting go

balance

maintenance

heat 

and governance

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Heavy Edits on Broken Loafs of Happy Bread (57-365)

All of this loving gun, working hard and playing the little trumpets and banging the great big drums of heaven and earth this most beautiful thing that we love this most beautiful rhythm the lose sounds of life, the heavy drumming of a thousand and one green hearts and souls ,  hundred billion yellow taxi cabs in zoo panoramic scenes, beeping horns in the light rain as the souls of the past walk away from expensive circus performances with a genius in sand and a lightning hat shining BELIEF BELIEF on the heads of the others who had never dreamed or even conceived such possibilities, these things my dear are the works of great gods in capes screaming heaven down upon the earth in great big bags of lost sounds and perfect rhymes, this is what we all dream for lines of cabs running in time to the heavy need and turning 180 on a small road without a stop this is the need this is the want this is the everything… and who am i in all of this…… the guy with the two little black things singing in my ear…telling me stories from another brain…telling me that the city is moaning…that the sun is rising yellow out of a man hole on the corner of 53rd street… and we all know its true you just have to click on the right buttons and not lie about it because you want that attention you want that soul bearing click, those words from a real mouth that i am in your head just as they are in mine. we all want it… lets not beat around the burning bush… we all want it..

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February – Hearing Aids

<a href="http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com/track/dry-pulse" onclick="javascript:_gaq.push(['_trackEvent','outbound-article','http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com']);">Dry Pulse by In The Black Box</a>
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History and Label 5 Whiskey
Nothing is harder to comprehend, you said inside your head to the voices that you heard and lost again. Nothing is harder to understand and yet we try and try again and mess things up within the home of everything we own and everything we know is true. So why is it that we do it, why is it that we strive to be the others when ultimately we are ourselves? Yet without this desire and without this incomprehensible urge we are nothing and will never develop or design. Design the ways of new thinking and new endeavor..

Wait and again wait? why is that so long inside it all, that noise, i cannot hear it, that noise i thought i removed, has in turn removed my intentions, wait wont you stop it wait wont you stop anything…that sound is a wall of everything, that sound is a wall of thought that we are everything but the subject of and subject to.. why don’t we put it all together these broken parts, these jigsaw pieces…if they are to be so closely intertwined then surely they will mix so well…we will barely notice will we not? But of course these things do not match and to fit they must be altered and adapted….we need special tools for that do we not? we need an element that is unique and a master craftsman to work the machines…. and who is that…we feel that familiar molten lava in our minds burning at our thoughts….its there somewhere but we must chip and grind away at the pieces until they fit in such a way that at the very heart of our creations one more element must be included… and that piece is fashioned by our minds and the world is designed a new piece to influence the next…. and the next and the next…

Yet this world is joined in new and endless ways… this can be so easily destroyed and taken from us…this world is no longer hospitable for the developments of creation…advance they scream as they hold us back!

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18-365

Second Toughest rips plastic vibrations through my home.. this is just one of the things that i will miss until the last moment away. Unsure of why but at last positive of how long, i reach again into the clouds to watch golden sunsets above my home. And into the dark abyss once again i dip slowly and surely towards you. The beasts and snakes and movement unstoppable.. forever breathing parties and screaming… this is not my home, this is just temporary, this is not my home, this is just temporary. And now we vibrate o destroy these city streets!

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14-365

Never underestimate the power or the youthful brain.. real ideas thought out for everyone to see.. projecting thought patterns and moving shapes on the walls of real modernity. I tried my own hand at it, and as usual cought up with the maintainance of the colourless and the patterns which echo from it. The extraordinary briliance of Damian Ortega’s “Champ de Vision” leaves you guessing right up until the last moment. World of colour and thought, a room full of the potential power o the unknown…full of curiosity while also full of the secret that everyone secretly wants to maintain..the secret keeps it sacred. 

And the rest was different, always different.. wild changes in thought and creating from the designs of Ron Arad...its always hard looking at perfectly good chairs in a museum and not being able to sit in them. My poor legs brought me to the already seen and the usual which was nicely unusual and changed…they always change things… its refreshing. 

Back in time to the vibrations in my ear and how they bumped themselves off the shelves and into my hand. The Super Rail Band emit rays of happiness into my mind as i take one step at a time towards a clear mind… the power of The SoulJazz Orchestra emits deep pulsing memories of Antibalas in the morning sun at Electric Picnic. .. and Underneath the Radar origins finally great my air with cheese and claps of clarity not heard in years.. this pill i will swallow to qualify the medicin. 

And friendly vibrations from my left make life happier for two more hours of the day that i exist these days.  Very welcome.. 

 

And back once more to the land i go…thank god.

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Starting Again

I cant Sleep i cant sit still i cant decide why or what I’m writing. I’m on what you call a buzz …. i get this a lot in fact i think i am a buzz …. electrical current constant flowing complete unfinished because there is no end from which a beginning it can finish… the buzz is bollocks my mind is toast the music is my mind when the music stops i sleep but the music doesn’t know how to stop . Somebody somewhere is listening, tapping, flicking banging, bang bang bang bang 4/4 time constant continuous erratic strange possessive. I just really wanna be there constantly in the flow in the movement creating the bangs creating the reason to tap. i wanna make people cry with happiness, scream with happiness, be happiness. i want to be the one to make them fall over and puke with exhaustion i want to drench them in bass filled darkness and bathe them in euphoric light. i want to see the whites of their eyes reflect the colours of music. i want to press that button i want to push that fader i want to be there…. i need to be there. i need it.. i want it….it is music… its sleep… its content, it will never be content, i will never be content when i am content i will sleep.. when i sleep it will all be over…when i wake up i will start again.

start again

i will wake up and start again

START IT AGAIN!!!!

AHHHHHHH

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