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Quickview {"id":7477982167290,"title":"Florian T M Zeisig \/\/ Walking Mix TAPE","handle":"florian-t-m-zeisig-walking-mix-tape","description":"\u003cp\u003eドイツ・ベルリンのアンビエント作家Florian T M Zeisigが、2021年11月にアメリカの実験ダブテクノ作家Glyn Maier主宰レーベルenmossedから120本限定でリリースしたミックステープです。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eダブ〜IDM〜アンビエントなど散歩をテーマにした90分のジャーニーを収録。DLコード付属。廃盤です。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ciframe src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/album=4014342878\/size=large\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/tracklist=false\/artwork=small\/transparent=true\/\" style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;\" seamless=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eレーベルその他作品は\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\" data-mce-href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\"\u003eこちら\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \/\/\/ Click \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\" data-mce-href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\"\u003ehere\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e to see more Enmossed releases available at Tobira.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e-----------------------------\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEdition of 120.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA mix for movement...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eShort story written by Rob Goyanes while listening:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eAs a child, Aggy liked to steal their parents’ phones and send texts to random numbers. The messages Aggy sent were kindhearted and peculiar. Sometimes, Aggy would text complex questions of a spiritual nature. Kids’ radical lack of filters is what makes them wise, but also very annoying, is what the parents repeatedly agreed whenever Aggy did this. The strangers’ replies, which always arrived after the parents had their phones back, were usually bemused, and rarely, but sometimes, they were belligerent. Disciplining Aggy for this behavior wasn’t simple.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Aggy, honey, you can’t keep doing this,” said one of the parents. “We know you’re not being mean, but it could be dangerous, talking to strangers like this.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“No phone for a week,” the other said.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAggy took these haranguings gracefully. As the verdict was read out a subversive crack appeared at the edges of Aggy’s mouth. Once communicated, Aggy accepted these punishments with a tiny but steadfast stoicism.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eA young adult now, Aggy was on a bus to a faraway place\u003cspan class=\"bcTruncateMore\"\u003e. Pacing the darkened aisle, Aggy listened to internet radio with giant headphones that claimed to cancel out sound, but still the polyglot of the travelers broke through. Someone muffled a sneeze and “Bless you” was said in three different languages. Aggy imagined them all as a horizontal, hurtling Tower of Babel, a biblical party bus. The mood on the Greyhound was jovial, alive. Besides the blanket of silence, this was where Aggy felt most at home, in the happily chaotic cone of incomprehension.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn Aggy’s ears, a melancholy saxophone faded away, and when the bass hit, Aggy’s pacing turned into a dance. Aggy moved up and down the aisle with the carefree elegance of abstract thought. Every half hour or so the bus driver would interrupt and suggest that Aggy sit down, but he didn’t seem all that concerned if the dancing continued—he said it in a way that seemed to egg Aggy on. The smell of chamomile drifted from a ceramic mug, mingling with the crispness of a freshly, discreetly popped bottle of champagne. A decrepit looking woman gave Aggy a big thumbs up after Aggy pirouetted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAggy grew winded and sat down. Aggy’s thoughts turned to Bruno, sweet naive Bruno, back home. A neighborhood friend, Bruno got bulky from the protein powders and gym, and was getting more attention from the kids at school. Most of it was affirming, flirty, and flattering. There was some bitter teasing, but no bullying per se. Still, it all made Bruno uncomfortable. He just wasn’t sure how to deal with the new attention. Aggy didn’t know what advice to give. “Develop a spreadsheet,” Aggy said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bus arrived at a cold and mountainous rest stop with a gas station. The mood deflated slightly, and the sylvan mountains gave off a purple hue, which soaked through everyone as they stepped off the bus. Some travelers smoked, others went inside and bought snacks from the brightly lit gas station. A wind chime tinkled every time the automatic door slid open. Some of them took their snacks and sodas and wandered to the other end of the parking lot, just to stand there and think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAggy sat on a wheelstop under a fluorescent beam. Picking a number at random, Aggy typed a text: “if people have souls, what about other animals, and why not trees and rocks? don’t get me wrong, I dont believe EVERYTHING has a soul. for example, this bag of cheetos and this gas pump definitely do not have souls. but even these things were made with the stuff of the universe, right? so they must still have trapped within them some portion of these souls, right? wonder what you think… yr friend, aggy”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTen minutes later, after stretching and yawning and the bathroom breaks and susurrated phone calls, everyone boarded the bus. As they sat down a collective realization dawned on everyone, the reality settling in that there were twenty three hours left on the trip. Everyone got on the bus except for Aggy, who was by then already a quarter mile down a clearing, approaching the mouth of a moonlit valley.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eArtist : Florian T M Zeisig\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLabel : Enmossed\u003c\/p\u003e","published_at":"2021-12-02T15:06:10+09:00","created_at":"2021-12-02T13:54:38+09:00","vendor":"Tobira Records","type":"","tags":["ambient","enmossed","hiphop \/ funk","house","new","strange beats","tape"],"price":198000,"price_min":198000,"price_max":198000,"available":true,"price_varies":false,"compare_at_price":null,"compare_at_price_min":0,"compare_at_price_max":0,"compare_at_price_varies":false,"variants":[{"id":42135735501050,"title":"Default Title","option1":"Default Title","option2":null,"option3":null,"sku":"","requires_shipping":true,"taxable":true,"featured_image":null,"available":true,"name":"Florian T M Zeisig \/\/ Walking Mix TAPE","public_title":null,"options":["Default Title"],"price":198000,"weight":60,"compare_at_price":null,"inventory_management":"shopify","barcode":"","requires_selling_plan":false,"selling_plan_allocations":[]}],"images":["\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/mi1_d5f9ec3f-0f4e-4b69-84aa-07cb3c00d691.jpg?v=1638420879"],"featured_image":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/mi1_d5f9ec3f-0f4e-4b69-84aa-07cb3c00d691.jpg?v=1638420879","options":["Title"],"media":[{"alt":null,"id":28792669536506,"position":1,"preview_image":{"aspect_ratio":1.0,"height":700,"width":700,"src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/mi1_d5f9ec3f-0f4e-4b69-84aa-07cb3c00d691.jpg?v=1638420879"},"aspect_ratio":1.0,"height":700,"media_type":"image","src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/mi1_d5f9ec3f-0f4e-4b69-84aa-07cb3c00d691.jpg?v=1638420879","width":700}],"requires_selling_plan":false,"selling_plan_groups":[],"content":"\u003cp\u003eドイツ・ベルリンのアンビエント作家Florian T M Zeisigが、2021年11月にアメリカの実験ダブテクノ作家Glyn Maier主宰レーベルenmossedから120本限定でリリースしたミックステープです。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eダブ〜IDM〜アンビエントなど散歩をテーマにした90分のジャーニーを収録。DLコード付属。廃盤です。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ciframe src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/album=4014342878\/size=large\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/tracklist=false\/artwork=small\/transparent=true\/\" style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;\" seamless=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eレーベルその他作品は\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\" data-mce-href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\"\u003eこちら\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \/\/\/ Click \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\" data-mce-href=\"https:\/\/tobirarecords.com\/collections\/emsd\"\u003ehere\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e to see more Enmossed releases available at Tobira.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e-----------------------------\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEdition of 120.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA mix for movement...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eShort story written by Rob Goyanes while listening:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eAs a child, Aggy liked to steal their parents’ phones and send texts to random numbers. The messages Aggy sent were kindhearted and peculiar. Sometimes, Aggy would text complex questions of a spiritual nature. Kids’ radical lack of filters is what makes them wise, but also very annoying, is what the parents repeatedly agreed whenever Aggy did this. The strangers’ replies, which always arrived after the parents had their phones back, were usually bemused, and rarely, but sometimes, they were belligerent. Disciplining Aggy for this behavior wasn’t simple.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Aggy, honey, you can’t keep doing this,” said one of the parents. “We know you’re not being mean, but it could be dangerous, talking to strangers like this.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“No phone for a week,” the other said.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAggy took these haranguings gracefully. As the verdict was read out a subversive crack appeared at the edges of Aggy’s mouth. Once communicated, Aggy accepted these punishments with a tiny but steadfast stoicism.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eA young adult now, Aggy was on a bus to a faraway place\u003cspan class=\"bcTruncateMore\"\u003e. Pacing the darkened aisle, Aggy listened to internet radio with giant headphones that claimed to cancel out sound, but still the polyglot of the travelers broke through. Someone muffled a sneeze and “Bless you” was said in three different languages. Aggy imagined them all as a horizontal, hurtling Tower of Babel, a biblical party bus. The mood on the Greyhound was jovial, alive. Besides the blanket of silence, this was where Aggy felt most at home, in the happily chaotic cone of incomprehension.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn Aggy’s ears, a melancholy saxophone faded away, and when the bass hit, Aggy’s pacing turned into a dance. Aggy moved up and down the aisle with the carefree elegance of abstract thought. Every half hour or so the bus driver would interrupt and suggest that Aggy sit down, but he didn’t seem all that concerned if the dancing continued—he said it in a way that seemed to egg Aggy on. The smell of chamomile drifted from a ceramic mug, mingling with the crispness of a freshly, discreetly popped bottle of champagne. A decrepit looking woman gave Aggy a big thumbs up after Aggy pirouetted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAggy grew winded and sat down. Aggy’s thoughts turned to Bruno, sweet naive Bruno, back home. A neighborhood friend, Bruno got bulky from the protein powders and gym, and was getting more attention from the kids at school. Most of it was affirming, flirty, and flattering. There was some bitter teasing, but no bullying per se. Still, it all made Bruno uncomfortable. He just wasn’t sure how to deal with the new attention. Aggy didn’t know what advice to give. “Develop a spreadsheet,” Aggy said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bus arrived at a cold and mountainous rest stop with a gas station. The mood deflated slightly, and the sylvan mountains gave off a purple hue, which soaked through everyone as they stepped off the bus. Some travelers smoked, others went inside and bought snacks from the brightly lit gas station. A wind chime tinkled every time the automatic door slid open. Some of them took their snacks and sodas and wandered to the other end of the parking lot, just to stand there and think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAggy sat on a wheelstop under a fluorescent beam. Picking a number at random, Aggy typed a text: “if people have souls, what about other animals, and why not trees and rocks? don’t get me wrong, I dont believe EVERYTHING has a soul. for example, this bag of cheetos and this gas pump definitely do not have souls. but even these things were made with the stuff of the universe, right? so they must still have trapped within them some portion of these souls, right? wonder what you think… yr friend, aggy”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTen minutes later, after stretching and yawning and the bathroom breaks and susurrated phone calls, everyone boarded the bus. As they sat down a collective realization dawned on everyone, the reality settling in that there were twenty three hours left on the trip. Everyone got on the bus except for Aggy, who was by then already a quarter mile down a clearing, approaching the mouth of a moonlit valley.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eArtist : Florian T M Zeisig\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLabel : Enmossed\u003c\/p\u003e"}