The Digital Edge

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digital edge} "At the digital edge, contentment is inevitable."

Welcome to the Digital Edge of electronic music. Here,

you will find a unique variety of links for discographies, pictures, posters, sounds, images, interviews, reviews, updates, and more on some of today's electronic artists. Alhough electronic music is relatively non-popular in the mainstream, it is increasingly evolving into a new form of future listening among the avid. It is just not only a Genre of music but a sole part of life created for a pure environment of mind and body. Different from any other form of music, electronic music combines an intricate emplacement and a diverse atmosphere to create a detailed sound.

Fabricated from the innovative technology

(Computers) of today, electronic music thrives with little or no

vocalization at all to simulate an individual listening ex

perience. Without question, "Electronic music defines

versatility." With natural sound, melody, and rhythm, the

resonance takes form to shape an elaborate range of

ambient, trance, techno, hip-hop, acid jazz, and new age.

Provocative and intriguing, electronic music provides a soothing

enjoyment of thought, relaxation and meditation.

Equanimity: a story by Peter Mcintyre

It was always worse after dark. That was when the

dialogue began, the dialogue in his head. The events of the

day, of yesterday, of everyday filtered back into his mind,

and his synapses struggled to cope with this overload of

information. He felt the neural net of his brain stretch to

breaking point but it would not snap, he would not let it

snap. He shut his eyes, not merely to block out the world

before him, but in an attempt to journey into his own

subconscious and balance the psychotic scales. For that's

what it was, a struggle for equilibrium, between good and

evil, between heaven and hell. They saw it differently.

Defined it in medical terms. Hinted at madness. While his

mind gorged on facts and images, CNN, MTV, his body

survived on a wall balanced diet of clorazil and lithium. It

kept him subdued, on the surface at least, but they had no

idea of the torment that raged within him. They claimed

they did, using such knowing terms as schizophrenia and

discussing the pros and cons of involuntary hospitalization.

Reducing him to a checklist of symptoms, searching in the

raw chemistry of his brain for the problem and prescribing

raw chemistry as the solution. For them, however, the

barrier between the conscious and the unconscious held

firm. For him, the cracks were beginning to show. Without

his own inner strength, the barrier would break and that

could not happen. It had nothing to do with medicine. This

was a battle; a battle between good and evil: a battle that

raged in every living being, but only spilled over in such a

creature as he was, a creature too attuned to the world in

which he lived. His experiences, all that he had seen within

himself, offered up clues to the timeless riddles of the mind

and soul. They demanded attention. In ancient times, he

would have been ascribed the status of a mystic. They would

have called him Today, they saved their approbation for

artists, those who dragged some tiny part of their inner

lives into public consciousness in whatever form, audio,

visual, printed media. These were feted and fawned upon.

His "illness," was his talent. Yet theirs was a trivial gift,

the gift of entertainment. His was the very gift of arcane

knowldge. But it was one for which he had paid the highest

price of all. The artist's lot was a fortunate one; he could

return to the mental plateau of the common man when it

suited him to do so. He had no such control. His mind was a

fulcrum, constantly shifting, always threatening to

overbalance. He opened his eyes, the shapes in front of him

shifted, as inner vision gave way to ocular. Gradually, the

fragments of light reassembled themselves into the familiar

surroundings of his cell. He hoped the fragments of his

mind would do the same. As the asylum settled down to

another night, he maintained the battle, the endless battle

against his psychosis, maintain a sense and state of mental

balance.

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Richard D. James and Grant Wilson-Claridge: "The creators of Rephlex Records." Rich and Grant

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