A Rock, a River, a Tree,
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor.
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly,
Forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my back
And face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.

You created, only a little lower than
the angels have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand
on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made, proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in Peace, and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African, and the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French,
The Greek,

The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The Privileged, the Homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here, beside
the River.

Each of you, descendant of some
Passed-on travel, has been paid for.
You who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache, and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then,
Forced on my bloody feet, left me to the
employment of
Other seekers, desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You the Turk, the Swede, the German,
the Italian, the Scot,
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
sought,
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare,
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourself besides me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am your faces, you have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances.

For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of
change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day,
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, Tree, you country.
No less the Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up, and out
And into to your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country,
And say simply,
Very simply,
With hope,
Good Morning.

February 26, 2007

He was Father; husband, brother, brother-in-law, uncle and friend. These are the titles he held but he was much more than that….when we think of him, only love and gentle spirit come to mind. As a young man he was always charming with the ladies and even up until last week he charmed us with his words of humor on his famous little white board.

My father was a kind, gentle, and humble man. He was my listener in my youth. He was accepting of my opinions, contrary thought, and in this I learned to be a listener to others. A man with so much love… He was silly and was always making jokes. He wanted people to enjoy themselves and be comfortable. He was jovial man that made light of difficult situations. He was a pious man that embraced similarities between religions and modes of meditation. He introduced to me notions of transcendental thought, and drew analogies between rosary prayer, Buddhist chant and cabbalistic meditation.

Dad, I love you so much.
You have taught me so much.
You will be deeply missed.

He suffered much during the last 15 years of his life. He endured a bout with cancer and radiation treatments that brought on severe health problems. He persevered and eventually remarried in January 2005 to a warm and caring woman ~Alicia Gaete. She became his perfect soul mate, companion and Wife. One would only have to watch them sitting on the bench outside their home for long hours to witness the special connection that these two shared together, Pepe with his “lengua” or whiteboard and Alicia with her fast clipped Chilean dialect. An odd sight at first glance, however their love for each other was overwhelmingly evident. She was his perfect companion and in his own words, expressed to her on their 2nd Wedding Anniversary during his last week with us~ “Estos dos anos fueron los mas felizes de mi vida me aceptastes enfermo y me diste mucho carino”.

My dad lived a simple life. His disability did not make financial matters any better for him, however what he did not have in material wealth as what our society deems to be success he made up for it in 100 fold through the immense wealth that his heart was capable of giving and as a result the many lives he touched.

My father was a hard worker, often working 6 days a week. I recall thinking as a child, “I don’t want to grow up”, because then I’ll have to work on Saturdays and I wont be able to watch Saturday Morning cartoons”. Well guess what, I wound up working many Saturday mornings~Bugs Bunny, Land of the Lost and Micky Mouse - just like my father, and I still get to watch my cartoons, whether or not I have grown up yet remains to be seen yet, my father still loved me unconditionally, and supported me wholeheartedly.

This was a trademark of my father’s~unconditional love and support. Not once did I see my father meet anyone that he did greet with a sincere warmth and support for his fellow man. The entire cast of characters that I paraded through our home on Homer Street all immediately loved and were engaged by my Fathers charm and character. My Father was always more than willing to open up his door to friends, family and strangers alike. For a while our home on Homer Street became a stopping point for immigrants from Mexico and Guatemala, my Father having opened up his home and his heart to these folks until they were able to get their feet firmly planted here in L.A. My friends and I would often joke about this, saying that most likely my Father had placed a billboard at the border in flashing neon lights, “Cuando en Los Angeles, Quedesen con Pepe Casa De Huespedes~su casa fuera de casa”. Regardless of a persons background or status ~ My Father was their to offer refuge, hospitality, caring and the simple yet honorable warmth of his human spirit.

Thoughts and Meditations BY Kahlil Gibran


My soul preached to me and taught me to love
that which the people abhor and befriend him
whom they revile.

My soul showed me that Love prides itself not
only in the one who loves, but also in the
beloved.

Ere my soul preached to me, Love was in my heart
as a tiny thread fastened between two pegs.
But now Love has become a halo whose beginning
is its end, and whose end is its beginning. It
surrounds every being and extends slowly to
embrace all that shall be.

My soul advised me and taught me to perceive the
hidden beauty of the skin, figure, and hue. She
instructed me to meditate upon that which the
people call ugly until its charm and delight
appear.

Ere my soul counselled me, I saw beauty like a
trembling torch between two columns of smoke.

Now since the smoke has vanished, I see naught save the flame.

My soul preached to me and taught me to listen
to the voices which the tongue and the larynx
and the lips do not utter.

Ere my soul preached to me, I heard naught but
clamor and wailing. But now I eagerly attend
Silence and hear its choirs singing hymns of the
ages and the songs of the firmament announcing
the secrets of the Unseen.

My soul preached to me and instructed me to
drink the wine that cannot be pressed and cannot
be poured from cups that hands can lift or lips
can touch.

Ere my soul preached to me, my thirst was like a
dim spark hidden under the ashes that can be
extinguished by a swallow of water.
But now my longing has become my cup, my
affections my wine, and my lonliness my
intoxication; yet, in this unquenchable thirst
there is eternal joy.

My soul preached to me and taught me to touch
that which has not become incarnate; my soul
revealed to me that whatever we touch is part of
our desire. But now my fingers have turned into mist
penetrating that which is seen in the universe
and mingling with the Unseen.

My soul instructed me to inhale the scent that
no myrtle or incense emits.

Ere my soul preached to me,
I craved the scent of perfume in the
gardens or in flasks or in censers.
But now I can savor the incense that is not
burnt for offering or sacrifice. And I fill my
heart with a fragrance that has never been
wafted by the frolicsome breeze of space.

My soul preached to me and taught me to say,
"I am ready" when the Unknown and
Danger call on me.

Ere my soul preached to me, I answered no voice
save the voice of the crier whom I knew, and
walked not save uopn the easy and smooth path.
Now the Unknown has become a steed that I can
mount in order to reach the Unknown; and the
plain has turned into a ladder on whose steps
I climb to the summit.

My soul spoke to me and said, "Do not
measure Time by saying, 'There was yesterday,
and there shall be tomorrow.' "

And ere my soul spoke to me, I imagined the Past
as an epoch that never returned, and the Future
as one that could never be reached.
Now I realize that the present moment contains
all time and within it is all that can be hoped
for, done, and realized.

My soul preached to me exhorting me not to limit
space by saying, "Here, there, and yonder.

Ere my soul preached to me, I felt that wherever
I walked was far from any other space.

Now I realize that wherever I am contains all
places; and the distance that I walk embraces
all distances.

My soul instructed me and advised me to stay
awake while others sleep. And to surrender to
slumber when others astir.

Ere my soul preached to me, I saw not their
dreams in my sleep, neither did they observe my vision.

Now I never sail the vessel of my dreams unless
they watch me, and they never soar into the sky
of their vision unless I rejoice in their freedom.

My soul preached to me and said, :Do not be
delighted because of praise, and do not be
distressed because of blame."

Ere my soul counselled me, I doubted the worth
of my work. Now I realize the trees blossom in Spring
and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and
they drop their leaves in Autumn and become
naked in Winter without fearing blame.

My soul preached to me and showed me that I am
neither more than the pygmy, nor less than the
giant.

Ere my soul preached to me, I looked upon
humanity as two men: one weak, whom I pitied,
and the other strong, whom I followed or
resisted in defiance. But now I have learned
that I was as both are and made from the same elements.
My origin is their origin, my conscience is their conscience,
my contention is their contention, and my pilgrimage
is their pilgrimage.

If they sin, I am also a sinner. If they do
well, I take pride in their well-doing. If they
rise, I rise with them. If they stay inert, I
share their slothfulness.

My soul spoke to me and said, "The lantern
which you carry is not yours, and the song that
you sing was not composed within your heart,
for even if you are a lute fastened with strings,
you are not the lute player."

My soul preached to me, my brother, and taught
me much. And your soul has preached and taught
as much to you. For you and I are one, and there
is no variance between us save that I urgently
declare that which is in my inner self, while
you keep as a secret that which is within you.
But in your secrecy there is a sort of virtue.

Lawgiverz interview.



Your take on breakbeat now, whether or not some of what makes breaks what it is gets lost when it cross breeds with other electronic (or not) genres, plod step etc.

Our take on breakbeat now – it’s partly a myth. It only exists to a fraction of what we are led to believe by the press, which in turn consists largely of a group of DJ pals too scared to give each other a bad review. We've seen a lot of things from the inside over the last ten years, studios, labels, promoters, sales figures and the way these elements interact with each other is a completely different reality from the one you will read about.

Maybe it’s just us, but we long to see some sort of forward motion. The boundaries have been closing in rather than expanding. It can't even be said to be a sell-out because nobody is shifting enough units to justify that. This would suggest that either breakbeat has become a DJ format which is fundamentally no more interesting than Iron Maiden, or that the people involved have run out of ideas.

It’s as though we've collectively erased the memory of what this music is capable of and replaced it with a new sanitised version designed not to get too exciting. Music has the power to reset human consciousness. Think about it - you've got crowds jumping up and down screaming because they are being exposed to sound. They have no explanation for this behaviour even after years of repeating it. Frequencies forming patterns which interfere with the human holographic resonance is what has presented itself to us, and yet nearly everyone you meet under the "Breakbeat" illusion is in some sort of denial about it, they seem to have bought into something that club land has given the rather than the other way round.

Breakbeat used to be a very efficient vehicle to explore this territory. It still is, and our hope is that we can jump start the collective psyche out of its current lethargic phase. We have to.

Many of the nights that win awards, get features and reviews are incapable of doing justice to the sound. In fact most of the nights in London are exactly the opposite of what's required. Weedy sound systems in tiny basements are not your friend, never mind a bunch of moody security monkeys finding problems to solve. That may be what's accepted as the standard but it’s a joke. Once again the press would have you think otherwise...

There are exceptions, in our case it would be Trigger. If you value any of the ideas we've mentioned so far this is the only night capable of demonstrating them. It operates roughly every two months and offers you six hours of uninterrupted warehouse fun with a monolithic sound system, tuned to perfection. It has gathered a strange reputation, many guest DJs have misinterpreted it as being about "hard" sounds perhaps due to the fact Fuel have played a seminal part in shaping the sound of Trigger. Neither Fuel nor Trigger are about "hard" or "heavy" sounds, its about interfering with the human hologram using sound, and that’s a completely different agenda. This is the point we reached ten years ago and if we are going to ignore it then its time to come to some understanding of the situation. Those who want the same tune with the same sounds and same drop you knew was coming all along can get together and have harmless disco fun, but we want fresh shit - we need to leave the place with some new thoughts.

The knock-on effect from years of playing breaks in entirely unsuitable spaces (which I believe are the majority) is that people lower their expectations, the experience shrinks into some kind of tribute of what we could achieve. The effect on the general psyche is a dramatic erosion of the whole mindset. You just can't rely on the night ever hitting the mark, and if it starts to get going you're probably going to be thrown out at 2am.

Is this the end product after fifteen years of rave culture? We hope not...

One of the largest tell-tale signs can be found if you look at what headspace people want to find, more bluntly the drugs they take to get there. When this thing presented itself we collectively chose psychedelics or at least had them permanently on the menu. This represents a certain level of commitment to your night out, i.e. you are actively deconditioning yourself and allowing the music to reprogram your soul. This was acknowledged by the DJs and organisers and for a minute things looked promising.

Forward fifteen years and we are collectively taking low grade stimulants in disco bars. This is the world that gets reported in the press. Who wants to journey into any serious form of altered consciousness when there's little chance of connecting to the sound and a good chance of ending up spangled on a street corner at 3am? What are we trying to do with these nights beyond a little PR and a social event? The clock is ticking, we have found ourselves confronting an opportunity which may never present itself again. Its time to forget labels, sales and insignificant press in order to make way for this thing to be brought into full existence, and I can assure you it is not going to happen if we keep the present illusion in place.

The few free parties that exist and their organisers get completely ignored because somehow they do not fit the template. That's our problem with the music press (apart from lovely MOFO!), it’s as selective as the BBC in what it chooses to report and acknowledge. Like it or not, many people build their view of the scene from these publications and are not contemplating a world beyond what gets printed. We are still fond of the idea that dance music is underground, come back KLF pleeese!

There is another worrying element emerging from our non-existent scene. Many of the DJs, producers and promoters give the impression that they don't really want people to start seriously connecting to the sound. That they would rather forget the true nature of this experience in exchange for a half full bar on Thursday night. When people get a party right it has the potential to change your life there and then. Politicians we never elected even passed a law against dancing to music outside. (This is no excuse by the way...) Our own government is determined to stop it progressing because in the space of a single night you may discover the government illusion has been dissolved from your existence. Think of all the taxes paid by labels, manufacturers and any "successful" artist and then contemplate how the people we allegedly put into power will use the same money to physically prevent you from connecting to the frequency, with wooden truncheons and tazers if necessary.

To listen to the so called players on the breakbeat scene you would have to conclude they are either totally oblivious to the primary functions of music or are unable to admit how much it affects them. Pick up a copy of any music mag with a breaks page, ring up the reviewers and ask them "What's going on? What are humans and sound all about?" Ring up anyone featured in their top ten tunes and ask the same question. My own answer - music acts as a catalyst for our evolutionary progress. It is a way of observing ourselves far beyond the limits of spoken language. It offers you a brief moment to connect to the overmind. Jungians would call it the collective unconscious, others may call it God. It will not be named but beheld. The "DJ - SOUND SYSTEM - CROWD" trinity forms a perfect feedback loop which is pulling us towards endless perfection if we simply play ball with it. Music is a pale reflection of what it wants to be and what it could be. The creative talent lies in allowing the sounds to take form and not getting in the way because artists are merely the midwives at our ongoing creative birth. It’s you who belongs to "it", not the other way round. When "it" starts to happen you can witness social boundaries dissolve, individuals find their own space and movements, a wave of infectious energy sweeps out from the sound system and back again forcing people to confront it or physically escape it (which can also be witnessed). It is pure instinct, a form of umbilical cord from beyond ordinary reality which starts to remove the illusions put in place to keep us asleep. It's something we have lost touch with rather than recently discovered and unless we acknowledge its existence we are quite literally kidding ourselves.

Our collective response to this phenomenon has been to ignore it. We want to meet it strictly on our own terms instead of allowing it to take us downstream. Our preferred intoxicants of late have reverted back to ego-strengthening stimulants and depressants which severely reduce your chances of connecting to the frequency. Somewhere along the way you have to meet this thing at least once. Perhaps simple meditation and yoga (not the keep fit kind) would suffice. You could almost certainly meet it with 75mg DMT in the next fifteen minutes. The shift away from psychedelics is a fitting reflection of our attitude towards revelation. We got a sniff and backed off once the implications became clear. Psychedelics are not creating the illusion for you, they are destroying it thus allowing you to perceive the true nature of humans and sound, something which still remains shocking to the western mind. We are only on the first page of this story and a lot of the main characters are trying to write themselves out of it already.

Over the past few years, breakbeat has lost the "break" or broken nature to the point where many tunes today stick to a preset arrangement and have no broken elements whatsoever - in fact many tunes banded around as breakbeat are essentially house or tr**ce tunes with some of the beats slightly moved. That's the way it seems to have progressed, I just hope the progression continues and we don't end up going collectively stale.

The likes of Tipper and Begg always understood the power of the break - its there to be broken, the gaps between the sounds sometimes make better shapes than the sounds themselves.

With regards to genres and sub-genres, everything could be considered a form of crossbreed. It all comes down to language and our desire to name things. English is not really up to the task and there's more of this experience lies beyond it than within it. Picture this - you are in a field with a few thousand people and its just starting to get light but the mushrooms are still kicking hard. You're screaming with everyone else and then you watch yourself bend as the bassline vibrates you to a new level of tryptamine madness. Which part of your consciousness is wondering if its plod-step or dub breaks?

What's wrong with the current "DJ friendly" release format?

Quite simply it panders to the lowest level of creativity in mixing and on a larger scale it cultivates ignorance of what is a very fine art form. Basic beatmixing is the cornerstone of all mixing but how often do your hear any DJs move beyond it? As a technique it is there to be learned and respected but so many DJs are hard wired into doing a slow crossfade every four minutes regardless what records are in the box. This is actually a crossbreed in itself – it’s using disco and house techniques in a world where it doesn't always fit. Hip hop mixing seems the natural way to get between breakbeats for me. A lot of DJs are slaves to the decks - no tricks - no ammunition - no real mastery of the tunes or equipment. It's such a wasted opportunity. Somehow it became accepted that if you can beatmix tunes without any clangers then that's it - you're a DJ!

I want a DJ to give me sixty minutes of their own sonic universe, sixty minutes which exists nowhere else, I want to be able to tell you the name of a DJ by listening to a mix tape. I mainly just want people to find their own headspace. You have to remind yourself that when stood behind the decks or sat in your studio you are confronting infinity, any limits are self imposed. A quick listen to what's doing the rounds would suggest otherwise, that we don't want to find any new ground, that we are happy to settle for endless permutations of the various dance templates available. The crowds are more intelligent than DJs give them credit for but they end up subconsciously conditioned to expect and respond to a preset DJ format. Playing it safe is actually the kiss of death and the DJ friendly format is not our friend in the long term.

What you can’t do with music and the technology/tools that drive it that you wish you could, what part of the listener experience you want to change etc.

The imagination is the only tool that we are really equipped with. Miles Davis wasn't about the trumpet and Hendrix wasn't about the guitar. They were both about finding the most efficient method for the monkey body to download its soul. The whole experience will begin to consolidate itself when the monkey is bypassed altogether. Our vision is one where we turn up to a gig with no records or equipment whatsoever but proceed to connect a neural interface to the back of the neck and then let the soul escape down a 50k sound system. What most DJs do nowadays is the last thing you would do in this situation. Let’s get over the physical aspect of it all. We would gladly burn the turntables and laptop tomorrow if we could establish a neural connection to the sound system. The way that sequencers tempt you into arranging is very much one of adding layers together which I'm sure isn't how the human imagination works. Once again it comes down to our needless concession of arranging tunes so that DJs have an easier time mixing them. If you listen to a lot of pioneering electronic artists they do not have the clichéd arrangements we have accepted as standard.

Breakbeat home listening is a complete joke. All you can achieve is a thumbnail of the real thing, a hint of what might happen. I never stick any breaks on at home because it’s like listening to a film dialogue, you get a certain amount but there's a whole sensory dimension missing from the equation. That's why our Bass Instinct CD was so cut up, because we bore easily. We wanted something that would retain a little interest on repeat plays and lets face it, breakbeat DJ mixes make very boring home listens. Most of the time you are listening to repeated sections of tunes created for easy mixing. The crossfade is not sacred, it does not mean you should be subjected to an extra two and a half minutes of anybody's tune. Get back to the neural playback idea and think what would you do? Until recently, maybe three or four years ago, studios always represented a struggle with technology. Now we have almost reached the point of being able to quickly create anything we can imagine. The need for technical ability is getting smaller and we are approaching a point beyond regarding somebody as a wicked DJ or producer. We are not far from confronting the product of somebody's imagination - remember that next time you go out to Trigger.

Ultimately it would be nice to see crowds realise they don't have to settle for DJs doing just the bare minimum. It would be nice to come on after another creative universe had just downloaded rather than another DJ mixing slightly different records in exactly the same way. That bit is over, get to grips with some of the software because it can do it better, let your imagination do what its good at. I don't know what it would take to get us to that stage. There's some real headz playing very cheesy sets who, if pushed to get more creative could start something serious but we have to all push together. Who cares if we lose a crowd for six months? My suspicion is that the collective psyche of the dancefloor is infinitely more flexible than we imagine but is conditioned to expect DJs to deliver in a specific style. That's what started us thinking about getting out of the DJ format. I could be having a top night out, hearing some serious new tunes but would get uneasy about them all behaving in the same way. Nobody was extending their creativity beyond slabs of five minute wax. Maybe some bits would sound good coming back ten or twenty minutes later, maybe some bits could happen only once, what would it feel like to realise that you didn't know how this was all being mixed together?

File sharing, your thoughts, not just on its moral aspects but also on how it affects the money flow of this business and how you'd expect large scale distribution & free duplication to affect an artist's exposure?

Well, that's another way of asking "What do you think about the collapse of the recording industry?" which is inevitable. Either we get screwed by them and continue to part with silly amounts of money or we get wise. There is no moral aspect. It’s not theft because nobody loses anything. You share a file - you still have the file. Any deal struck with a label today or fifty years ago could be considered file sharing except that it has a rigid power structure controlling who gets a share. I was shocked to see Napster taken down and totally dumb struck to see Metallica take their own fans through the courts. What parallel universe is this?

If you could replicate a car or house with one mouse click this argument would be over. Music is the most eloquent and meaningful language we have, and our relationship with music through history has been cultivated largely to recognise it as the mystical experience it is. This was certainly true for cave dwellers right up to medieval churchgoers. It is only a very tiny, almost insignificant part of our history that has involved music being traded. That in itself i.e. the emergence of a recording industry was part of the dynamic flow of our evolution which we should gracefully allow to continue. The question is are we going to allow share prices at Universal Music to stifle our creative birthright? Music has no monetary value, to think that way is to misunderstand it. The way our recording industry took shape was due to technological advances in studios and duplication and for a short while it could be exchanged for money. Fifty years ago there was no easy way for the general public to locate or duplicate recordings so it made a certain amount of sense to exchange sound for money. Now we can find and copy sound for the price of a phone call and blank CD. The very same technology has now advanced to a stage where the public realise there is simply no need to pay for music.

Don't get me wrong, so long as there's money to be made from recordings I think the artists deserves their rightful share. You will notice that the major labels are still playing the sympathy card, insisting that file sharing "steals" from the artist while simultaneously ignoring ideas pioneered by some providers whereby a small charge is made per download equivalent to the artist's net royalty. This seems like the only sensible outcome to me.

One day soon either all music will belong to Bill Gates/Sony or all music will be free. I don't see much middle ground and I'm praying it’s the latter. Hopefully this will be the great leveller and we can reconnect to what music really is. It’s time to co-operate with evolution. Let’s work with the idea of actively destroying the recording industry. Let’s acknowledge that music will outlive money in our society, it’s just a question of how long that particular illusion can be maintained. Let’s look at moving on to a phase involving the rediscovery of our relationship with sound for purely spiritual values. Let’s recognise that music has the power to make thousands of people jump up and down in deep joy while money does not. We are approaching a time which, if all goes well, means we can say good-bye to labels and distribution forever, it will simply be yourself, your music and your listeners. Once we get this out of the way it comes down to a simple question of "what are you in it for?" If you're not happy with the idea of your music being completely free there's always vacancies at McDonalds.

The whole idea of copyright is screwed from the off. It comes with the vague notion of somehow existing to protect the artist. It’s ultimately about love of money and stroking the ego. It acts as a beaurocratic stop valve for our creative output as a species, reinforcing the illusion that these ideas belong to individuals, reinforcing the illusion that we are all separate. We don't own any of the music we create because all of our music is written by everyone who has ever existed and we are merely giving a report, a printout. Amazingly, many people have still not come to terms with this and prefer the illusion that music can be bought and sold. Once we stop participating in this illusion there would be simply no point in attempting to steal music because it could no longer be stolen. The exposure of an artist is an idea half born from this money driven period but does have some authentic values. From my experience the distributors have got most independent labels by the balls and the sooner we change that the better. I've yet to hear a positive story concerning record distribution. If all goes well we will see the distributors accept the fact that their time is over. However, until we can match the turntable for instant real time control of playback we will still need vinyl so I guess we still need distribution. I suspect artists could do just as well if not better with free internet distribution. There's still a lot of scope for legitimate success, playing live for example, pop stars could still earn a fortune in sponsorship deals etc. even though their albums were freely available. Soon it will be the same question for films and TV channels once the bandwidth reaches that level. Unless we deliberately retard the technology that has brought us this far, or at least withhold it from the general public, all of our ideas regarding media and entertainment will have to change dramatically.

How much work getting good samples is?

Most of our vocal samples were either recorded for us in the studio or taken from other projects we've worked on. I'm always a bit cautious with vocals because often I find the music is enough without having words getting in the way. I used to work as a mastering engineer for loads of techno and tr**ce labels and got so fed up hearing the same samples needlessly plastered over tunes. I think it’s important the track benefits from any samples you decide to include, so that there's some degree of coherence between what a vocal sample is saying and what your track is doing. There's plenty of mean scary samples hanging about on real fluffy tunes. The best samples are home grown, like Aphex's mum featuring on some of his tunes. It keeps you locked in a strange universe beyond saying "Oh thats a sample from such a movie".

What tools you use most. Tools you wish existed.

We use Macs running Logic, Protools and Live to get most things together with other bits and bobs. The SH 101 still gets a good caning and Juno 2, Akais etc but we're becoming a bit old skool in the computer department. A lot of the programs we run are older versions simply because they do things that were never carried through to later upgrades. We use programs that are discontinued, perhaps five or six years old that I'm only now getting to know inside out. I keep checking what new software is coming out but unless it’s a real quantum leap I try to stick to what I've got because I now realise I can only truly master about five percent of my studio. The more you upgrade the more difficult it gets to know exactly what your system is capable of and where its strong points lie. Ableton's Live has been great for doing gigs because we no longer write tracks as such, we just add ideas to the set when they work together. The live show has certain points we always pass through but it never repeats itself and we can decide how it unfolds on each occasion. We've had short runs of our scratch vinyl pressed which together with the laptop allows us to deliver something that is authentically our own creation. I'd like to see the whole virtual scratch technology repackaged into a single turntable, becoming one unit with internal storage and input/recall. I think we are still waiting for a better physical computer and keyboard interface to be developed that allows full control of the sound. We need an interface that offers more frequency control than the 12 note scale and simultaneously offers everything a turntable does combined with a way to control plug-in effects. A friend of ours sits in the studio twisting an invisible tube to explain certain sounds.

We are definitely struggling with the keyboard and mouse, perhaps a good idea would be modular hardware controllers you could assemble to the required shape and then assign the various controls to your equipment. The technology is available but what stands in the way (as is often the case) is that people refuse to unite their creative energy, the major companies and developers take forever to establish protocols for communication between machines. We are still using MIDI for example, a technology that was flawed from the start and the code cannot be upgraded whereas a single firewire has enough bandwidth to take care of at least eight channels of audio with all the control data you could wish for. It’s a relatively open ended framework enabling different methods of transmission to be developed yet we are only just testing the water with it for connecting studio gear, a task well within its capabilities.

We would also like to see a device which could be installed at the back of a room to automatically tune the sound system and adapt to the environment, that's something else that is quite simple in principle. The combination of Funktion One sound system with XTA crossovers makes a very efficient and intelligent system, more or less half way towards this idea if you stand at the back with your laptop connected. I'd like to get the general awareness of sound raised a little in our collective understanding so that people could recognise when a sound system was limiting, ducking or missing frequencies. It’s no more difficult than setting the brightness on your TV and it’s a shame the crowd don't realise they have a right to complain when the sound system is defective. There's no way a club full of people would put up with floodlights or terastrobes being left on but they will put up with the midrange biting your nose off and dodgy subs ducking the system all night.

There's still a lot to be done with live video. The real trick seems to lie in connecting the visuals real time to the audio. Kraftwerk proved it can be very simple and yet totally effective, Orbital had a great effect going with their oscilloscope projections. The whole visual/music angle pivots on creating feedback loops and letting the visuals do the thinking for you. We would like to see a full 3D holographic room projection instead of lights and lasers. Such a device would enable self transforming droids to emerge from the sound system and travel the length the dancefloor whilst modulating inside out to the bassline. Got that?

THERE WAS NO MUSIC YOU HEARD NOTHING TELL NOBODY EVERYTHING IS OK

"Be kind, for everone you meet is fighting a great battle."

-Philo of Alexandria

"We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us kinder and more open to what scares us. We always have this choice."

- Pema Chodron

"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"

- Eleanor Roosevelt

"The purpose of life is to live it to taste experience to the utmost,
to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience"

- Eleanor Roosevelt


The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mode of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up.

-Charles L. Morgan


Happiness is a form of courage.

- Holbrook Jackson


All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,
(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the
lines of the arches and cornices?) . . .
It is nearer and farther than they.

- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

God rest the souls of that poor family... and pussy's half price for the next 15 minutes. - Al Swearengen, Deadwood