Es bleibt leider kaum Zeit sich umzusehen. Lighter beginnt als zuständiger Nachtmanager sofort mit der Einweisung. Ich werde meinen Abend am Einlass beginnen. Danach als Springer für Getränkenachschub an den Bars sorgen und letztendlich soll ich meine Runden als Botschafter der Musik auf der Tanzfläche drehen und mich um das Wohlbefinden der Gäste kümmern. Hört sich nach einem stabilen Abend …

The days before the big rave passed in a flash. My body was full of energy and endorphins. I would finally be able to take a look behind the scenes. Punctually at 6 pm I arrived at the old ‘Kathedral’. About 30 people were already waiting for the action to start. After a few minutes, a familiar voice sounded from inside the Kathedral and the centuries-old entrance doors opened as if by magic. In awe I stepped into the dark corridor and quickly found myself in a maze of creepy underground catacombs. At first glance, the staff entrance was not particularly inviting. The further we went, the brighter the light got. Many futuristic tube lights now appeared on the walls, and disappeared into the floor. Apparently there was another floor below us. There may be devices there that regulate the air supply. I could not find any access to the lower level. At a bifurcation we kept left and climbed the narrow spiral stairs. Once at the top, colorful lights greeted us. The stairs led to the middle of one of the bar areas in the large main hall. Here in a few hours the crowd will sweat to the wild bass of the ‘Raverend’. I couldn't wait to start the evening! To shorten the last minutes before the Big Rave. Our guests “Off Night” from Ukraine recorded a deliciously varied set. So get in the mood for the night with them and enjoy the calm before the storm

‘Lighter’ paces up and down in front of the big screen. He makes sweeping gestures and reveals to us all the secrets of a good rave. However, my thoughts do not revolve around the next big ComRa event. In my head I am still in the process of putting the new insights together like pieces of a puzzle to form an overall picture. Lighter must have known from the start that I was attending his seminar today. He also knew that I was new. Otherwise he would not have reacted so casually at the entrance control. As the host of the seminar, he should be there before his participants. So he knows me a lot better than I initially suspected. So it is time to listen to his words. When my mind focuses on his monologue, he is explaining how to deal with the guests. “So always remember it is important that people feel comfortable at our events, which also means that no one is allowed to cross the other's borders. You too must pay attention to this one golden rule. So be courteous and friendly, but not intrusive. But I'm not too worried about that. After all, the boss picked you personally because you have special social skills and have a positive influence on those around you. So just be yourself. Some of you will also be deployed at the entrance. Not a big deal, actually. As you all probably know, we at ComRa no longer work with cash. So you don't have the fuss with a cash register and you don't have to worry about small change. People just have to hold their capsule to the reader. You have to be careful that the guest holds his capsule against the scanner long enough so that the computer can read out all the data. You will then get an overview on the screen in front of you. In addition to general data, you can also see which ComRa events the guest last attended and how long they stayed on average. If you notice that someone has not been with us for a long time or regularly leaves events prematurely, please speak to them about it. Try to find out what the guest was missing or if they were dissatisfied with something. If you meet such guests on the dance floor after your shift at the entrance, try to make sure that they feel comfortable this time and stay longer. How you do this is up to you. After all, you are the experts and ambassadors of music. ”He said the last sentence with a noticeable wink. Immediately afterwards it was suddenly completely dark again and a kind of "aftermovie" of the last event was shown on the big screen. It does not fail to achieve its intended effect. Instead of thinking about what I have heard, my organism is filled with anticipation. Today's guest act Animal Picnic has already drawn attention to itself through releases on Einmusika, Diynamic and Steyoyoke. These guys definitely know how to stir anticipation.

While I waited, I noticed that there was no one else in the room or in the hallway. The place was completely deserted to my left and right. This loneliness depressed me. But before I could think about anything else, I heard a voice. Just like was the case with the music, I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. But somehow the voice sounded familiar to me. At that moment I got the request to enter the room : “Please follow the red line to your designated place.” Immediately afterwards, a glowing line appeared on the floor, which led me to the left corner at the back of the room. On the way, I could barely see a thing of the other people in the room. Everyone seemed to be standing in separate small cabins, which had been arranged so that everyone had an unobstructed view of the front. Just before I entered my cabin, I looked around again and could no longer see the door. It seemed to have been swallowed by the building. Instead, there was just a smooth surface. When I turned around, I saw that the word ‘ComRa’ had been displayed on the screen in front of me. Shortly afterwards these letters disappeared and the lights went out. For a brief moment there was complete darkness. Suddenly I saw something green in the corner of my eye. Something was flying overhead in space. It mixed with other colors and soon there was a colorful swarm all over room. On closer inspection, I could make out individual letters. They slowed down while spinning around and shortly afterwards they moved towards the canvas. There they took their position as if guided by a magic hand and finally they coagulated into the words "be the rave". When the lights came back, I noticed that my friend ‘Lighter’ was standing in front of us. "Yo I hope you enjoyed our little demonstration of our futuristic lighting technology." Now I understood why I recognized the voice from somewhere! Our guest’s name may ring a bell to most of you. After he released several "free downloads" for us, he is also the curator of the second release on Deep Stories Records. We are overjoyed that he has now also created a mixtape for our podcast series. Perfect for enjoying the first rays of sunshine of the year outdoors. So grab your Bluetooth box and head for the nearest park :)

We walk together along the magnificent avenue, which runs dead straight toward the headquarters. The stranger introduces himself as Toben, but everyone just calls her "Lighter", because he always has enough lighters with him at raves to help out in emergency situations. Automatically, my brain creates a note that Toben might be useful in the future. He seems to be with ComRa for a long time, you can tell by the routine when he enters the building. Handshake with the security, then a short chat with the receptionist, and by the way the formalities are done. In less than 5 minutes he has mastered the entrance to the headquarters and grins mischievously from the other side. "See you, then in half an hour at the training!" was the last thing I heard from him before he disappeared into the vastness of the headquarters. I was still standing at the entrance right in front of the door and couldn't get a word out at first. "Please step forward and turn in all electronic devices," the security grumbled at me. A bit intimidated, I rummaged in my pockets before getting the idea to ask "why?". "I'm just following standard security protocol. In the interest of its employees, ComRa takes privacy very seriously. Therefore, no electronic devices are allowed in the building." I nod and pretend to understand the meaning behind the statement. Apart from my cell phone, I don't have any other devices with me. I am to pick this up again when I leave the building. Furthermore, a short pat-down took place, like when entering a soccer stadium. At the reception, my personal details were taken and the reason for my visit was documented. At Lighter, all the security measures were much more reduced. Maybe he just looks more trustworthy than I do. After 20 minutes, I too had reached the other side and could make my way to the training. I was accompanied by two very taciturn members of the security staff. They took me the shortest way and fast step to the training room. They did not respond to my questions. I would have liked to know whether I would also meet the manager of ComRa today. I would have some suggestions for improvement to bring efficiency and the feel-good factor into a sensible balance. Instead, I sit alone in an uncomfortable chair and am told to wait for further instructions. I lean back and take a deep breath. As I do so, I notice the music that is softly resounding in the surroundings. I cannot detect any loudspeakers anywhere. It seems as if the music is coming at me evenly from all directions. I close my eyes and forget for a moment the unpleasantness of the last few minutes. Let go of the stress of everyday life and forget for a short moment the world around you. Today Squire provides you with the right melodies for a short moment of relaxation. The former Formula 1 driver has attracted attention in recent years with numerous Ep`s on labels like Mobilee, Einmusika, Get Physical or All Day I Dream. He also just released a very listenable EP Selador Recordings.

The next day I had to take part in a training course in which the procedure for entering The Kathedral was going to be explained to me. For the first time since joining ComRa, I went back to head office. It seemed to me that I hadn't been there in ages, even though it was only a few weeks ago. I couldn't remember much of that day. There was the memory of the eloquent manager who offered me to become an “ambassador” and I remember seeing several large rooms with lots of monitors. That’s about all which had stayed in my memory. Instead, I associated strong feelings with this place. At first there was astonishment and awe. A strange mixture which was soon taken over by curiosity and anticipation. But there still seemed to be something that wanted to find its way into my memory. Something that crept around in the shadow of my thoughts. It was held back by the other feelings and couldn’t step forward into the light. The more I tried to recollect this sensation, the darker the area of my mind became. Until I got to the point that some kind of invisible barrier wouldn't let me go any further. It was as if an ice-cold shower passed through me and froze me. For a brief moment I thought I could see a silhouette in the dark, with a facial expression that embodied pure horror, similar to the famous painting by Edvard Munch. At that moment I was torn away from my thoughts. Somebody nudged me and was talking to me. It took a moment before I was able to capture messages again. My host had probably noticed this and repeated his statement. “Well, once again you missed your connection last night. As I just said, if you want to go to the head office, you have to get off here with me! He was right about both statements. I also wanted to go to headquarters and last night was once again particularly long. I just couldn’t leave the last deep story behind. I heard you again and again until the wee hours of the morning as you captured my anticipation and transformed it into pure positive energy. And suddenly the darkness had vanished into my mind and there they were again, my loyal companions of the last few days, curiosity and anticipation! Our guest Jessy Nimni spreads exactly this mood with his podcast and exudes a distinctly positive energy to fend off the darkness around us.

I breathe heavily and have to collect my thoughts. What a terrible dream that was. Why didn’t the people have faces and why did the DJ booth come out of the crack in the ground. It looked as it it was rising from hell. A cold chill ran down my spine. What did it all mean? I tried to shrug off my doubts and regain clarity. There was still an unread message on my phone. As promised, ComRA sent me more information about the next big rave and my role in it. At the rave in the old cathedral, the ‘raverend’ will reappear. I'm supposed to help with the admission control and later mingle with the dancing people as an ambassador of the music to spread the good vibes. My heart was pounding and I felt pure excitement shooting through my veins. Being part of such a formative series of events made my mind very excited. I get the chance to take a look behind the scenes. Maybe I can even meet the ‘raverend’ backstage. To see the living legend up close would certainly be overwhelming. I don't know anyone who has ever seen him up close or outside the DJ booth. Apart from the location of his next appearance, there is no further information about him. All interviews with this star are always highly professional and revolve around musical topics. Even pictures in magazines always show him standing high up at the DJ booth. It almost seems like he only speaks to us through his music. I am curious what will happen on this magical evening… In order to shorten the waiting time for the big rave, Chris Luni has mixed a world class deep story for you.

I find myself dancing in a colorful room. I don't see walls anywhere and yet it feels like I'm inside a building. It seems like the room is so big that you just can't see the walls. Lights of all colors of the rainbow are raining down from the ceiling. Well actually I can't really see the ceiling either. I just suspect that there must be a ceiling behind all the lights. I see dozens of silhouettes move around, but nobody seems to be interacting with me. No matter in which direction I turn, everyone has their backs turned to me while they twitch ecstatically to the music. I fight my way through the crowd and want to go to the bar. There must be a bar in some direction, even if I can't see it. But no matter how far I push my way through the crowd, I only see dancing backs. I can neither see a bar nor people's faces. Suddenly a cold shiver runs over my spine and panic creeps into my body. Something is wrong here. Why don't I see boxes or a DJ anywhere? Suddenly I feel cold even though there are so many sweaty bodies around me. The panic suddenly turns into desperate fear as I try with all my might to see the faces of the people. No matter how fast I go around it, I can only see the back of their heads. My heart is beating wildly. It throbs inside my chest and the shock waves spread throughout my body. From there, the vibration spreads to the dance floor. Vibrations pulsate through the entire scene and a crack opens up in the ground. The crack becomes a gaping crevice and a stage with a DJ booth rises from the inside of this gully. From the pulpit a terrible creep grins at me and ... everything goes black. I open my eyes and my cell phone vibrates next to my head. It was all just a crazy dream, a nightmare. But music accompanies us even through difficult times. It catches us when we fall infinitely deep and straightens us up again. Tim Kollberg today offers music as therapy for the soul with his deep story.

My action in the park got a lot of attention. I was convinced that I had done something good for the music world and I was ecstatic from joy. My calling as an ambassador of music had boosted my spirits and my creativity. I had the feeling that I had finally found a mission for myself. A way in which I could make the world a slightly better place with my skills. While I was strolling through the streets, lost in thought, my body spoke out. My walk was getting slower and my eyelids were getting heavier. In the last few days sleep was a bit too short. Actually, I couldn't even remember when I last had a decent sleep the last time. I tried to recall, but I could only recapitulate a few days. At a certain point in the past, my inner eye only sees the color black. I was probably just over-exhausted and no longer capable of top intellectual performance. I finally decided to take a proper sleep. But first I had to check my emails again. ComRa wrote to me and congratulated me for the successful promotion in the park. They think I am a man of vision. Ambassadors with so much passion would certainly be useful for them on site at the next event. More information to follow soon. I crashed on my bed, exhausted but full of happiness, and closed my eyes. Music started playing in my head immediately. Within a few minutes I dreamt of a noisy place with lots of people. Our new deep story should take you by the hand and accompany you musically while you close your eyes for a moment and dream of another place.

I turn up the volume of the old radio and my foot starts to bob. Happiness hormones flow through my body and my stomach starts to tingle. My limbs break out of their dull, brain-controlled shadowy existence and gradually regain their autonomy. The bobbing of my foot evolves into the first hesitant dance steps and gradually my shyness-driven resistance disappears. A few seconds later, my movements are already flowing and follow an improvised choreography. My spontaneous outburst of exuberance paired with the loud music quickly attract attention. The first people stop and watch with interest. Soon afterwards I have my first comrades-in-arms on the large meadow that we use as an improvised dance floor. The music captures the attention of more and more passers-by in the park and the meadow gradually fills up. The feeling grows in me that I attracted all these people with my joy and that they now share it. An irresistible euphoria spreads in my body and the spirit of activism grows in me. I want to take advantage of this atmosphere to do justice to my role as an ambassador for music. As nimble as a cat, I climb the nearest tree and move rhythmically to the music. I stay there until the music on the radio stops and leaves the crowd a little perplexed. I take the stage and declare that everybody will soon be able to experience the creator of this musical delicacy live nearby. Murmurs spread among the people. Some start to applaud. After I have communicated the place and date of the next ComRa event, I get a lot of approval. Many of today's dancers want to come over and continue celebrating with me there. If you long for the great open air events and festivals of summer during this dark and cold season, let our guest Sahar Z shorten the waiting time for you. The internationally acclaimed DJ is at home at festivals at all 4 corners of the world and is a true master to inspire a global crowd.