This track to me says - i am surrounded by truth, warmth, and light after the reveal, lies uncovered, truth setting us free. TLDR: Warmth and reverb to create a sense of the good ol warmth of the clubbing days.

What's going on in Area 85? Are the government to blame for the missing time?

Tonight's Theme is: Imaginary Friends.

Featured in 2hts 190.

I randomly generated the theme, i didn't generate anything else, i just made a track as i normally would do.

I know it says Event 85, but as far as i'm concerned it doesn't exist in a literal sense, so i picked an old theme and took that as the "theme" for event 85.

It's pretty much uplifting music, but i went in the unusual sense to combine it with harsh hitting drums, both slow hardstyle like kicks, and fast DnB beats. Fun for sure, and i hope you like it.

The only synth used today was BitBleep, a VST I've written myself over the last week, including two oscillators, filter (with envelope and LFO), pitch drift, and a basic clipping distortion unit :)

I didn't get any decent drums working though, so I used samples for the most part ^^

The more I think about it, the more I insist that antik must have gotten the numbers wrong.

Btw: the toilet break isn't a mistake, but starting the toilet break after the upload period was a mistake - it should always have been composition time for those that emptied their bladder beforehand.

Note: All my mics are set up for livestreaming in another room... so i took a cheap $34 dollar condenser mic and recorded acoustic guitar and whatever weird shit I had laying around.

Reaching inside

extending my fingers

scream of delight

before the splinters

i reach out

inside of you

reach out within

reach in without

brace yourself

I'm going in dry

First one back in a while.

DNB and I spent the first quarter fucking with kontakt libraries not being installed, first time with kontakt too.

There was a time when I thought that art was "art". That it was meant to be expressed and shared.

I didn't realize that the world... was so depraved.

I wanted it to be a dance song!

I was going to create a rock song

I had dreams of creating a rap song

I didn't realise that it would all fall away.

Now there's a creepy theme

And all I can do is whisper strange things into your ear

All these things that I held dear

In some abstract, ambient wind

When I was a young boy, I did not fear the dark

I wrote all of my songs, subjected you to my innocence

With each Two Hour span, you could see more of the truth

The hidden secrets, the little tricks

Copy-paste, repeated harmonices, presets, samples

A place without a plan

The themes that Antik exposes us to

He says he can count, but what does he do?

He ignores the past, covers up the present

Two Hour Track Sunday isn't so pleasant

The skills I learn, what are they for?

If numbers aren't correctly stored

The lies, the tricks, the secrets of sound

The songs, played once, and never again found.

<3

Is it all in my head?

Love

Hugs

Cute

Smile

Honey

Cuddles

Tofu

Meow

Calling your mother

Brushing your teeth

Playing uno with friends

Not doing drugs

Being a good student

Not being afraid of showing your emotions even though youre a tough guy

This is the most cruel song youve heard

Jump and clap your hands in the air if youre happy

We will then make sure

Youre all tucked in your warm bed 

La la la

Bro

BFF

Teddy

Miss you

Coasters

Shower

Cinnamon

Cute little bunny

Changing your underwear

Using moisturizer

Grooming your hair

Taking care of your skin

Smelling nice even at home

Confessing that after all this time youre still afraid of touching your own anus

The most cruel song youve heard

Jump and clap your hands in the air if youre happy

We will then make sure

Youre all tucked in your warm bed 

La la la

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