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NaamErik
WoonplaatsTilburg (Noord-Brabant)
LandNederland
BeroepMede oprichter www.­beatsandbeyond.­com
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Leeftijd33
Geslachtman
Geaardheidhetero
Relatieja
Favoriete genresacid, acidtechno, classics, early hardstyle, eclectic, electro, french tek, funk, house, minimal, schranz, techhouse, techno, tekno
Lid sinds14 april 2004 19:54
Statusinactief
Laatst hier4 april 2011 15:43
Laatste aanpassingdinsdag 13 april 2010 om 12:15
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Laatst bezochte feest was op zaterdag 17 juli 2010: Extrema Outdoor 2010, Aquabest, Best
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Worldwide Party People Manifesto

We are the party, and this is our manifesto.

Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy.
Our nourishment of choice is love.
Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music.
Our currency of choice is knowledge.
Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.

You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.
We are not criminals.
We are not disillusioned.
We are not drug addicts.
We are not naive children.
We are one massive, global, tribal village that trancends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound.
From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: We are all equal.
And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strenghten our minds our bodies, and our spirits.
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, arocities, and pollution of the outside world.
It is in that very instant, with these initital realizations that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest. most intense, most hedonic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible.
Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.

Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:
Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance.
Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, or any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think.
The music will never stop.
The heartbeat will never fade.
The party will never end.

We are the party, and this is our manifesto.

- Where words fail, music speaks -



In the beginning there was Jack.­

And Jack had a groove.

And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.

And while one day viciously throwing down on his box Jack boldly declared "Let there be house!"
And house music was born.

I am the creator and this is my house and in my house there is only house music.

But I am not so selfish because once you enter my house it then becomes our house and our house music and you see no one man owns house because house music is a universal language spoke and understood by all.

You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you're deep into the vibe of house.

House is an uncontrollable desire to jack your body and as I told you before this is our house and our house music.

In every house you understand, there is a keeper and in this house the keeper is Jack.

Now some of you may wonder, who is Jack and what is it that Jack does.

Jack is the one that gives you the power to jack your body.

Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.
Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly world.
Jack is the one who learns you how to warp your body.
Jack is the one who can bring nations and nations of all jackals together under one house.

You may be black.
You may be white.
You may be Jew or Gentile.

It don't make a difference in our house and this is FRESH!"