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Archive for October, 2011
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White Light 48 – The C90s
In keeping with the White Light ethos, this mix is all about driving at night. We live in London, so neither of us own a car. We do travel a lot together though, and next time we’re being driven from the airport to a gig 100 miles away, this is what we’ll be listening to. It’s unlike anything we’ll be playing in the club that night, but having done monthly chart mixes for some time now, it was a pleasure to explore some of the other music that influences and inspires us.
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White Light 47 – The Finger Prince
The beginning of the mix is a personal musical reincarnation of exiting a k-hole and realising that somewhere (back there in that hole) you had an epiphany. You were connected to all the worlds fibres, and could touch the air and feel its texture and even control gravity and time – you had mastered this to deliver back to reality. The (probably) un-noticable thing is after the beginning we go backwards. And that is what this mix is – a trip back down into that hole… where futuristic alien melodies and nostalgic confusion sit sluggishly on the lap of uncontrollable mood-swings