Science can be incredibly fascinating. The great discoveries of the last century now culminate in a previously unthinkable and comprehensive scientific and technical revolution. Whether we approve of it or not, we are being swept away by it and have to face the current reality. It affects us all and not just a group of incorrigible enthusiasts trapped in the laboratory. It advances without asking and mercilessly displaces things that we loved. Nevertheless, we are not in an era of despair, but are lucky to live in a great phase of transition. We move from ignorance to knowledge, from questions to answers, from wondering to understanding. You should only pause the ever faster rotating world from time to time in order not to miss the important moments in your own life. Felix Raphael is helping us today to press ‘stop’ and pause for a moment with his music selection. Enjoy a short time of silence before plunging back into this crazy world.

Something was very strange about last night's event. This capsule on my arm leaves me no peace. I decide to look for explanations on this cold December morning. I start my search for the truth by digging into my memories of last night. The horseshoe had just closed when I tried to enter the club near closing time. When the bouncer saw me, the expression of his face turned awkward. He seemed to be surprised and even annoyed when seeing that the ComRa bracelet was on my wrist again. "Why do you have this stupid thing around again? Yesterday I explained to you in detail that this gadget is dangerous. There are more than a few reports of burns being caused by the fluid in the bracelets.’ He pulls out his smartphone and shows me some pretty horrific pictures. So I had to remove the bracelet before being allowed into the club. How and when I left the club, Max, that's the 1.92 meter tall muscle pack, could not tell me. He last saw me on the dance floor just before 4 o'clock. As we talked, the last few people were leaving the club. One of the faces looked familiar and the person seemed to remember me. "You're the nice guy who helped me out tonight. You've really saved my night! "My memories slowly came back from the shadows. I think it was the DJ of my dancefloor. He confirmed my acceptance and told me that he saw me leave at 6:30. So it was impossible that I was at a ComRa event at the same moment. After a short chat, I said goodbye and wandered aimlessly through the snow-covered streets, while pondering where this capsule did come from? Everybody knows these moments when you simply forget about the world around you as your thoughts captivate your mind. You stare into a blank point in the distance, because the images only exist in the head. Drifting away but very well awake, time flies like a wandering bird. Niki Sadeki masterfully describes this state of mind with her deep story. We are very glad that in between her performances around the globe she still found some time to record one of her legendary sets for us.

Slowly he pushes the straw hat from his face and squints at the laughing sun. Sitting on the tree, he ponders the simple things of life. The short nap has revived his senses. He hears the gentle splattering sound of the nearby crystal clear river and he observes the sparse clouds attentively. Within each of the white giants, he discovers another fantasy. On one side, a cat is stroked by a pirate while on the other side a squirrel loots an ice cream for dessert. He loses himself in the peaceful parallel worlds and lies down again. He closes his eyes and paints with his imagination colorful backdrops for the pirate, the cat and the squirrel. His imaginary adventures put a smile on his face. Then he takes a deep breath and sighs. How beautiful this world can be. Gradually, however, the bright thoughts darken. The sense of duty rises like a threatening storm on the horizon. Actually, he needs to go back to work again. The coordinator is already losing his patience. But he pushes the negativity aside for a while and still enjoys the simple life for a few more minutes.

What had happened? Between the last dance steps in the club and waking up in bed, some sequences of the early morning were missing. I felt as if the MIB had "blitzed" me. No matter how hard I concentrated, the individual pieces of the puzzle could not be put together to form an illuminating memory. My mind vehemently refused to tell me the truth about the lost hours. As if a barrier had been planted directly in my brain. All the forced thoughts led to a stabbing headache. I let myself fall back into bed and tried to rid myself of the desire to reconstruct. At that moment I realized again the red capsule on my arm. I'm sure I had to turn it in before entering the club. The bouncer insisted and blathered something about danger from uncontrolled heat. How could it be that the capsule is now back on my arm. Was I perhaps still on a ComRa Eevent after the club attendance? Did I spend the lost hours there? Realistically, this would have been rather impossible. I didn't have enough money with me to afford the entrance fee to this overpriced event. Moreover, the last time I looked at my cell phone was around 5 o'clock. ComRa events usually only run until 6 o'clock. So what had happened? Do you sometimes feel like the protagonist of our short story? Then Yannek Maunz provides you with rehabilitation now with his spot-on deep story. Yannek has been causing quite a stir in the scene for some time now and has recently had some very strong releases on Parquet and Eye and Eye.

For today's podcast, we invited the Flemish mystery artist Hekske to tell us a musical deep story. The "Bibi Blocksberg" of the downtempo scene has crafted a dark journey for us and follows in the footsteps of the Japanese haiku poet Matsuo Bashō. Her affinity to art, literature and nature is uniquely reflected in this experimental deep story. Discover the 17th-century Japan with intriguing melodies which form an unusual combination of playfulness and melancholy. It’s a tribute to the mystic knowledge of the ancient masters. As inspiration Hekske served the following haiku from Bashō. 古池や 蛙飛び込む 水の音 furu ike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto Der alte Teich Ein Frosch springt hinein Das Geräusch des Wassers The old pond A frog jumps in The sound of water

The eternally recurring four-four beat was the pulsating driver of this night. The blood shot through my body and endorphins were distributed to the last corners of my constantly twitching musculoskeletal system. The fog blocked every view in the anyway sparsely illuminated room. Therefore, it had become pointless to try the visual center of our senses still excessively. We sucked up the energy of the music, the movement and the positive thoughts with the rest that our body had to offer and gave it back into the room with double intensity through our wild dancing. The room heated up uncontrollably and the atmosphere was boiling. Caught in a trance of synergy, we developed incredible stamina. For hours we pumped our last reserves of energy out of our bodies until not only our bodies but also our minds were completely exhausted. More dreaming than awake, I wobbled from left to right foot and back again. My eyes had long since perceived only blurred outlines, and the rest of my senses seemed to gradually lose their ability to function. So I perceived completely exhausted only little of my environment until finally the memories of the further events disappeared from my head. Only scraps remained in my memory, whose credibility I could no longer validate. A cold unfamiliar environment with unfriendly people appeared again and again as a distorted image. These places could not have been in the club. This place in my memory seemed so alienating and sterile, it could not have been in the loving dance paradise that had been my home for the rest of the evening. The next morning I found myself contrite in my bed. On my arm I discovered the capsule with the red liquid, which I had actually taken off before the club. Only a few artists manage to put their listeners into this magical intoxicating state. One of them is undoubtedly Mathias Kaden, who has been delighting the dance floors of this world for more than a decade with his music and putting them into a trance. We are happy to present you this master of electronic sounds.

I fought my way groping through thick clouds of fog. My auditory canal was no longer receptive to human contact. Only the beguiling music, which was pressed by the boxes with sound speed by my head, was still perceptible for me. Soon I had crossed the room once and was surprised when the next wall made itself felt as rough resistance on my palms. I had to get used to this size again. The many oversized ComRa events dampened my sense of realism. I quickly took a liking to the shrunken dimensions in this club. The counter for essential fluids and the collection station for their leftovers were within seconds. Here I still had contact with people and didn't just have to follow instructions from machines. The living room atmosphere lifted my spirits and I discovered the dance floor for myself. I was able to take advantage of the full width and length of this playground and fell into childlike bliss. I felt free. The explorer in me awoke and I studied every corner of the room with my dance steps. A staircase leading down soon caught my attention. I left the upper floor and boldly entered a new realm. Down here, the walls and people came closer. I was able to share my urge to move with more individuals in this space and the music engulfed our minds. Here we drifted to be caught by the melodies of Yeröm. He enchanted this small basement with his driving tracks and provided us with a lasting experience.

We enter a gray, cool and very functionally furnished building. One of these typical government buildings. Our goal is clear, but the way there is confusing. The first inquiry at the reception was already harshly blocked. The registration of a galley would have to be applied for at the harbor commandant's office. But that was not our concern, we are looking for a pass. The reception would be of little help to us. So we wandered lost as in a labyrinth through the endless corridors and floors. Cryptic and well-hidden maps did not provide any enlightening clues. As we wandered through the corridors, our minds seemed to slowly dissolve. Doors are no longer where they seem to be, numbers are no longer in the right order, and the actions of the people in these walls no longer follow any logical pattern. Since we want one thing and then the same thing again, the people here can't figure us out. This sets the sluggish masses into turmoil and soon there is a hopeless confusion. The old gray tie-wearers turn into startled chickens and suddenly use everyday office supplies as creative instruments. The reception hall turns into a madhouse of colorful sounds and we are right in the middle of it. Inspiring sounds flood in and we say goodbye to the last bit of sanity. We let ourselves be carried away and lose ourselves in this world that no longer seems to follow any known laws until a voice sounds and asks "What do you actually want? We just want the A38 pass! Our guest today has already blown up the borders of the musically possible and stunned people's minds at this year's Fusion. With his deep story he now repeats this feat!

Continuation of deep story no. 123 I stroll through the streets and can't get the scene from the streetcar out of my head. Why did the guy want to take a look at the capsule on my wrist? In the bright light of the next street lamp, I check the capsule thoroughly. The viscous something in the capsule is completely solidified. It seems as if the contents lack energy. As far as I can remember, on the night of the big rave, it was fluorescing and moving in waves. Maybe it is activated by the entry control of the ComRa events. But it also has such aesthetic value and, much like a festival ribbon, wears well in everyday life. Of course, like everything ComRA does, it's again bigger, more colorful and fancier. The longer I look at this miniature lava lamp and turn my wrist to examine all sides, the more I get the feeling that the inside of the capsule is starting to move slowly again. But only very slowly and barely perceptibly. However, it still remains a mystery to me what the flyer distributor wrote down in his cell phone after he had looked at my capsule. Since this mystery could not be solved, I decided to continue my investigations the next day. I continued towards the "Horseshoe" to finally feel the energy of the dance floor again. The light of the neon sign could be seen from far away in the dark alley. Like a lighthouse in the dark night, it shows you the way to the safe haven of electronic bliss. But already at the door, my rising anticipation was abruptly dampened. I would not enter the club with the capsule on my hand. There were supposedly already negative incidents in connection with these things. I was reluctant to part with my cherished accessory, but the bouncer made no exception. From inside, I could already hear the sweaty sound of Kotelett & Zadak, which magically attracted me like the singing of the sirens. I couldn't possibly miss these two. Hypnotizing sounds with charm and style coupled with a dash of extravagance. A unique show that promises a great evening. So off the capsule and into the pleasure!

I slowly take off my headphone and look the rabble-rouser straight in the eyes. His sheer presence fills me with excitement. With the numerous sponsors on his jacket, he looks like a walking advertising column. A symbol of commercialization on two legs. After a short silence, he wants to know where my path leads me today. Before I could conclusively answer the question, he already put a flyer in my hand and interrupts me. It does not matter what I plan to do, tonight there would only be one "place to be". ComRa Events would have once again broken through the boundaries to the possible and put together a rave of absolute superlatives. My response to this brazen interruption of my peace of mind left him speechless , as the only boundaries he broke were those of my privacy. I get up and work my way past this walking-talking publicity banner. He reaches for my hand, pulls up my sleeve and scrutinizes the capsule on my wrist. Before I can defend myself, he loosens the grip on my arm and quickly notes something down on his smartphone. After that he smiles again kindly and informs me that I always had a lot of fun at the ComRa events. To make him finally satisfied, I grab a flyer and pretend that I would think it over again. At the next stop I leave the streetcar a bit confused. What was that bizarre encounter and what did the guy write down in his smartphone? Totally lost in my thoughts, I stroll through the streets. I had completely lost sight of my real goal. Actually, I wanted to go partying and enjoy good music today. Spieltape may bring you and our somewhat confused protagonist in the right mood with his skills on the decks. We definitely do not want you to lose sight of your destination for the weekend.