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If Trance Didn't Exist..
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if trance didn't excist I'd probably listen to the cheesy shit what's shown on mtv etc, and yes, indeed like some others soundtracks from movies too! 
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uplifting minimal
^^^^I'd be askin' my cousin back for all those cassettes and albums..........
I don't know,probaly Gr8teful Dead etc.,Jimi Hendrix,psy-rock i guess,
Ministry,Janes Addiction etc.
and I guess what was on the local alternative radio station for a change of pace
Long Live EDM!!!
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I'm reading some pretty noble stuff for a simple music genre..
Well, Tarek, the genre has brought me here and helped me make friends with people from all over the world that otherwise I would never have none. So, ive a lot to thank the existance of trance for. Before trance i was interested in many other genres but none of them brought me to the internet like trance did to seek and find more
Well, Tarek, the genre has brought me here and helped me make friends with people from all over the world that otherwise I would never have none. So, ive a lot to thank the existance of trance for. Before trance i was interested in many other genres but none of them brought me to the internet like trance did to seek and find more
I guess that makes sense...but either way you would find people with similar interests in different areas of the net..there are forums for hardcore vampire metal and for ancient baroque music..
But with trance being a "party" kind of genre..I guess you could argue that..
flavooor flaaaaaaveif trance or anything other form of Electronic Dance Music didnt exist...
i would prolly be like this already:
u know what time it is....
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If Trance didn't exist, I would be dead now. In 2003, I was literally waiting to die. Waiting for Leslie to kill me, since that was the obvious next logical step. I had given up all hope. I was simply waiting for the grave. Women in my situation die, and I knew that, and I had accepted it.
One day at work, (he never jacked with my job since I was his meal-ticket), I was bored and and I was surfing the Net. This was when Napster was still Napster and everyone and their dog had a FTP download server. And quite by accident, I found Trance. Raymond Wave was the very first DJ/Producer I ever heard. (I now have him as a friend on MySpace when I found him again years later. I have told him how profoundly he affected my life.) Wow. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It perked up my whole day! I felt instantly GOOD!
I collected everything I could find of his and started to listen to more. The first Trance station that I belonged to was Beirut Nights. (I was a forum N00b and signed up with my real name. Ha!) It was wonderful! The more I listened, the better I felt. I listened every day.
In 2004, I found Deserted Island (DI) and discovered that I was no longer isolated. I could have friends that he could NOT touch or run off or keep me from since I was at work when I was with them. I talked to them every day. They gave me hope and advice and slowly I began to return to the person that I had always been before. Happy, confident, joyful, ALIVE. I began to look for my chance to escape and plan for what I would do when my chance came.
In January, I got brave, and I TOLD Leslie that I was gong dancing in Austin. When he bitched and threatened, I told him that I was informing him, NOT asking permission. He stood there with an open mouth as I got in my car and drove off. I had a BLAST and danced all night until the club closed. I was hooked and I went dancing every Friday night, and Leslie complained and got drunk but never touched me about it. Trance had become my lifeline.
My chance came in March 2005 when he got arrested. It was nothing to do with me, I had never called the cops on him, not even the two times that he broke my ribs. He would get arrested at least once a year whether he needed to or not. As always, I bailed him out. He cared so little for me that he couldn't be bothered to go to the bondsman's office and sign the paperwork. In fact, he disappeared for 3 weeks. I never did find out where he went. So they lifted the bond and I lost my money and they issued a warrant. He got arrested again 2 weeks after he came back home for assault with a deadly weapon and THIS it was impossible to bail him out. No one in the county would touch him. I went outside the county and tried to put the remains of my home up for collateral (He had destroyed it. I'd been living with no bathroom for 1 year and no water for 6 months.) but to no avail. I went to work the next day, logged into the forum and told people that it was here. My day had arrived.
And so, indeed, there it was. My chance to escape. My Independence Day. I could do NOTHING MORE for him. I had tried for 10 years to show him what a normal happy life could be and he never wanted it. And now, I was finished. I was done. God had released me. I had fulfilled the deal I had made with God for Leslie's son. Kenny's life was assured; I paid for that, and now I was free and because I had the renewed hope that Trance had given me, I was prepared to TAKE my opportunity and escape.
I knew that I had 4 months to get away. They always give him a year, which he does in 4 months, then they release him for time served. I always went to visit him on visitation days and I told him very gently and decently that I was finished and on what day my last visit would be and was there anything I could do for him before I left. He threatened to kill me unless I got him out of jail. He said that he would find me and burn me out. He made all manner of terrible threats that I knew he would carry out if could find me quickly. I never yelled, called him names, nothing. I was decent and as kind and loving as I could be.
The weekend of the Sunday when I would NOT be there for visitation, not ever again, my parents had me up to their place for a sewing project. They didn't want me to be alone. I was sewing a cover for their boat. When 2pm came (visitation time), I looked at the clock and I cried. I knew that he knew I was NOT coming and would never see him again, and I cried. After all, I had loved him dearly. I had been the ever faithful, ever steadfast, only person in his life that care if he lived or died. For 10 years, I had loved him and cared for him and it was over. The death of a dream. And I cried and cried. My parents knew what I would be feeling and they were there to console me.
The very next day, I put my old property up for sale and we went house shopping. I guess I looked at 30 houses before finding the one I'm in now. It was 15 minutes from work, out in the country where I could have my cats. And it was 3 counties away from my old home. The was the biggest, nicest house for the least amount of money. It was a sale made in Heaven, a match made by God because I had earned it.
It had been empty for 3 years and the burglars had been in it. The seller put $6K into the house and I put $5K into it even before I KNEW for certain that I would get the loan. I got a FHA loan and it had to pass inspection. I worked on the house for nearly 3 months every day after work. The Realtor even gave me a key (totally against the rules!) so I could sleep in the house after my old property sold (at a $22,500 loss). In August 2005, we closed and the house was mine. And all that time, Trance was with me, buoying up my spirit. My Trance friends were there, too, cheering me on. I was so high. I was free, liberated. I was ME again. I was happy, joyful, and at peace.
Leslie got out of jail when I knew that he would, and he would call me at work (he had the number) and try to talk me into coming back to him or telling him where I lived so he could visit me. As always, I was decent and gentle when I told him no, I just couldn't do that. I just couldn't ever put myself at that kind of risk with him ever again. In November 2007, when I was laid off from that job, I was free from even that contact. I have never seen him since that last visitation.
And all that time, Trance was there, keeping me uplifted and strong. In December 2007, I was banned for life from DI (another story), and Dan graciously and lovingly opened up his forum to me and welcomed me to AfterHours. The rest of the story, you all know. Here I remain. Loyal, happy and free. No pain. No fear. Just joyful music and loving friends and a peaceful life.
I love Trance. It gave me hope. It gave me strength. It gave me my freedom. It gave me peace. It gave me my beautiful, gentle lover and fiance, Danmark_Ori, the Polar Bear.
It gave me friends all over the country and all over the world. It gave me back my whole life.
Without Trance, I would be dead by now. But instead, I LIVE!
One day at work, (he never jacked with my job since I was his meal-ticket), I was bored and and I was surfing the Net. This was when Napster was still Napster and everyone and their dog had a FTP download server. And quite by accident, I found Trance. Raymond Wave was the very first DJ/Producer I ever heard. (I now have him as a friend on MySpace when I found him again years later. I have told him how profoundly he affected my life.) Wow. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It perked up my whole day! I felt instantly GOOD!
I collected everything I could find of his and started to listen to more. The first Trance station that I belonged to was Beirut Nights. (I was a forum N00b and signed up with my real name. Ha!) It was wonderful! The more I listened, the better I felt. I listened every day.
In 2004, I found Deserted Island (DI) and discovered that I was no longer isolated. I could have friends that he could NOT touch or run off or keep me from since I was at work when I was with them. I talked to them every day. They gave me hope and advice and slowly I began to return to the person that I had always been before. Happy, confident, joyful, ALIVE. I began to look for my chance to escape and plan for what I would do when my chance came.
In January, I got brave, and I TOLD Leslie that I was gong dancing in Austin. When he bitched and threatened, I told him that I was informing him, NOT asking permission. He stood there with an open mouth as I got in my car and drove off. I had a BLAST and danced all night until the club closed. I was hooked and I went dancing every Friday night, and Leslie complained and got drunk but never touched me about it. Trance had become my lifeline.
My chance came in March 2005 when he got arrested. It was nothing to do with me, I had never called the cops on him, not even the two times that he broke my ribs. He would get arrested at least once a year whether he needed to or not. As always, I bailed him out. He cared so little for me that he couldn't be bothered to go to the bondsman's office and sign the paperwork. In fact, he disappeared for 3 weeks. I never did find out where he went. So they lifted the bond and I lost my money and they issued a warrant. He got arrested again 2 weeks after he came back home for assault with a deadly weapon and THIS it was impossible to bail him out. No one in the county would touch him. I went outside the county and tried to put the remains of my home up for collateral (He had destroyed it. I'd been living with no bathroom for 1 year and no water for 6 months.) but to no avail. I went to work the next day, logged into the forum and told people that it was here. My day had arrived.
And so, indeed, there it was. My chance to escape. My Independence Day. I could do NOTHING MORE for him. I had tried for 10 years to show him what a normal happy life could be and he never wanted it. And now, I was finished. I was done. God had released me. I had fulfilled the deal I had made with God for Leslie's son. Kenny's life was assured; I paid for that, and now I was free and because I had the renewed hope that Trance had given me, I was prepared to TAKE my opportunity and escape.
I knew that I had 4 months to get away. They always give him a year, which he does in 4 months, then they release him for time served. I always went to visit him on visitation days and I told him very gently and decently that I was finished and on what day my last visit would be and was there anything I could do for him before I left. He threatened to kill me unless I got him out of jail. He said that he would find me and burn me out. He made all manner of terrible threats that I knew he would carry out if could find me quickly. I never yelled, called him names, nothing. I was decent and as kind and loving as I could be.
The weekend of the Sunday when I would NOT be there for visitation, not ever again, my parents had me up to their place for a sewing project. They didn't want me to be alone. I was sewing a cover for their boat. When 2pm came (visitation time), I looked at the clock and I cried. I knew that he knew I was NOT coming and would never see him again, and I cried. After all, I had loved him dearly. I had been the ever faithful, ever steadfast, only person in his life that care if he lived or died. For 10 years, I had loved him and cared for him and it was over. The death of a dream. And I cried and cried. My parents knew what I would be feeling and they were there to console me.
The very next day, I put my old property up for sale and we went house shopping. I guess I looked at 30 houses before finding the one I'm in now. It was 15 minutes from work, out in the country where I could have my cats. And it was 3 counties away from my old home. The was the biggest, nicest house for the least amount of money. It was a sale made in Heaven, a match made by God because I had earned it.
It had been empty for 3 years and the burglars had been in it. The seller put $6K into the house and I put $5K into it even before I KNEW for certain that I would get the loan. I got a FHA loan and it had to pass inspection. I worked on the house for nearly 3 months every day after work. The Realtor even gave me a key (totally against the rules!) so I could sleep in the house after my old property sold (at a $22,500 loss). In August 2005, we closed and the house was mine. And all that time, Trance was with me, buoying up my spirit. My Trance friends were there, too, cheering me on. I was so high. I was free, liberated. I was ME again. I was happy, joyful, and at peace.
Leslie got out of jail when I knew that he would, and he would call me at work (he had the number) and try to talk me into coming back to him or telling him where I lived so he could visit me. As always, I was decent and gentle when I told him no, I just couldn't do that. I just couldn't ever put myself at that kind of risk with him ever again. In November 2007, when I was laid off from that job, I was free from even that contact. I have never seen him since that last visitation.
And all that time, Trance was there, keeping me uplifted and strong. In December 2007, I was banned for life from DI (another story), and Dan graciously and lovingly opened up his forum to me and welcomed me to AfterHours. The rest of the story, you all know. Here I remain. Loyal, happy and free. No pain. No fear. Just joyful music and loving friends and a peaceful life.
I love Trance. It gave me hope. It gave me strength. It gave me my freedom. It gave me peace. It gave me my beautiful, gentle lover and fiance, Danmark_Ori, the Polar Bear.
It gave me friends all over the country and all over the world. It gave me back my whole life. Without Trance, I would be dead by now. But instead, I LIVE!
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