Estimats germans, ens hem juntat a la caça de Déu per donar un miracle, una veracitat. Al punt de ràdio hi ha una invasió, l'hora d'en Joan Joaquim Vigut.
Is everybody ready? Yeah! What are we waiting for? Let's have some music. Just what is it that you want to do?
But we want to get loaded, and we want to have a good time. DJV, ooh, don't...
un djv!
Confess it, but it will not count You can taste it, but it will not fail You can crush it, but it's always here You can crush it, but it's always me
You can force it but it will stay slow
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I made for the summer For the summer Hey, who's your man?
For the summer For the summer Hold tight Horizon eyes It's running its name in the sky It's paradise
We fade away into the night Beverly Hills Nuclear winter What should we wear And who's For dinner In the summer For the summer
It's writing its name in the sky. Now stop and stand. We set away into the night. It's paradise. For now we go up to the night.
Gràcies.
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I want 200 miles to turn back DJ Viguta Would you like that, a protein? You'd like to ask me about my day weights I need a new party I need a new party
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La selecció més qualificada. Abdu al DJ. JJV Good.
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Gràcies.
I'm DJV.
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Is everybody ready? Yeah!
Bona nit.
Just what is it that you want to do? We want to be free. We want to be free to do what we want to do. And we want to get loaded. And we want to have a good time. That's what we're going to do.
I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights Is everything I had to know
Those old time stars Through wars and worlds Been made by Mars You made them laugh You made them crack You made us feel Like we could fly So don't become Some background noise Come back to four Girls and boys Who just don't know Or just don't care
All we hear is Radio Gaga, Radio Cuckoo, Radio Gaga All we hear is Radio Gaga, Radio Gaga Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you
Bona nit.
Radio Gaba, Radio Gaba
Fins demà!
Gràcies. Gràcies. Gràcies.
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The sun is hot, I'm surrounded by sand For as far as my eyes can see I'm striped into a rocking chair With a blanket pulled over my knees I am a stranger to myself And nobody knows I'm here
Bona nit.
I'm thinking of things I'd hoped to forget I'm choking to death in a sun that never sets I clocked up my mind with perpetual greed And turned all of my friends into enemies And now the past has returned to haunt me
I'm scared of God and scared of hell And I'm cleaving in upon myself I'm scared of God and scared of hell And I'm cleaving in upon myself
Bona nit.
Gràcies.
Gràcies.
Bona nit. Bona nit.
I'm home And I'll have to Be alone
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Come on home Come on home You don't have to
Hello, Matt, and hello to all listeners of Radios in the Older. I sometimes listen to these broadcasts whilst spinning slowly and silently in space. Now, can you discuss the overall themes on The Search Engine, your new album, and why you felt compelled to express them?
I wanted to make a psychedelic space fiction record, packed with layers of detail, some self-referential, some entirely fictional. I also wanted to bring vocals on board in the conventional sense, as well as the spoken word that has been a large part of previous DJ food records.
The main theme that emerged was one of discovery, something scientists and astronauts are constantly striving for and, as a music maker and DJ, I am always searching for music and sound, new and old, as a material with which to shade my thoughts. What do you feel Henry Flint the artist brought to your new project?
Henry is one of the best in his field, in my opinion. He has the ability to nail an image in the most outlandish detail. His inner mind transmits to the page in meticulous form, canaled directly from the psychedelic side of consciousness. I was told by someone in the know that due to size restrictions, you were only allowed to take along with you one song, one film, one book and one piece of art to hang on the tiny walls there.
Can you tell our listeners what each of these items are and explain why they mean so much to you?
Bona nit, el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és el que és
The book is David Tug's Oceans of Sound, one of the most inspirational books about music I have ever read. Tug manages to conjure images of music that has yet to be invented. The piece of art is a compact 30x30cm piece called Constructive, by Los Angeles-based artist Augustin Cofi. I think he's one of the most incredible artists to emerge in the 21st century. He's an expert craftsman and his work is teeming with detail.
Even from up there you may have heard the saber-racking and violent threats aimed at yet another Middle Eastern country. What are your thoughts on the current geopolitical situation? The planet looks small enough to hold in the palm of my hand. It is just so, so sad that more and more people can't make the journey out here and see their worldview as just a tiny part of a much bigger picture. I can only hope that in the age of the internet the layers of deceit and cover-ups will become more transparent and, as has been happening, leaders will be taken down one by one.
As people take action against the extreme inequality forced upon them. From up here though, America sadly seems like a lost cause. Lastly, I must say you are incredibly slow at releasing albums. I mean, it's nearly 12 years since Kaleidoscope.
Yet, of course, you were still slightly faster than me. Why has it taken you so long? And what have you been doing in the intervening years? That's very amusing, Matt. Well, as someone famously once said, life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you might miss something. Thanks, Kev, and good luck on your journey back to Earth. We'll be right back after these messages.
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Solid Zeros!
DJ Viguta!
No, no, no.
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