Deep Stories

"Snow is falling to the ground, Piling up in enormous mounds. Music is there all day But the sky is still grey Snowballs are thrown in the air. No one has any care About work - only fun, Because the day is a snowy one. Snowmen are stacked very high; Their top hats almost skim the sky. To make them round, they must pat, Then finish off with mittens and hat. As the weather gets cold, we are beeing t...

Science can be incredibly fascinating. The great discoveries of the last century now culminate in a previously unthinkable and comprehensive scientific and technical revolution. Whether we approve of it or not, we are being swept away by it and have to face the current reality. It affects us all and not just a group of incorrigible enthusiasts trapped in the laboratory. It advances without asking...

Something was very strange about last night's event. This capsule on my arm leaves me no peace. I decide to look for explanations on this cold December morning. I start my search for the truth by digging into my memories of last night. The horseshoe had just closed when I tried to enter the club near closing time. When the bouncer saw me, the expression of his face turned awkward. He seemed to be...

Slowly he pushes the straw hat from his face and squints at the laughing sun. Sitting on the tree, he ponders the simple things of life. The short nap has revived his senses. He hears the gentle splattering sound of the nearby crystal clear river and he observes the sparse clouds attentively. Within each of the white giants, he discovers another fantasy. On one side, a cat is stroked by a pirate w...

What had happened? Between the last dance steps in the club and waking up in bed, some sequences of the early morning were missing. I felt as if the MIB had "blitzed" me. No matter how hard I concentrated, the individual pieces of the puzzle could not be put together to form an illuminating memory. My mind vehemently refused to tell me the truth about the lost hours. As if a barrier had been plant...

For today's podcast, we invited the Flemish mystery artist Hekske to tell us a musical deep story. The "Bibi Blocksberg" of the downtempo scene has crafted a dark journey for us and follows in the footsteps of the Japanese haiku poet Matsuo Bashō. Her affinity to art, literature and nature is uniquely reflected in this experimental deep story. Discover the 17th-century Japan with intriguing melodi...

The eternally recurring four-four beat was the pulsating driver of this night. The blood shot through my body and endorphins were distributed to the last corners of my constantly twitching musculoskeletal system. The fog blocked every view in the anyway sparsely illuminated room. Therefore, it had become pointless to try the visual center of our senses still excessively. We sucked up the energy of...

I fought my way groping through thick clouds of fog. My auditory canal was no longer receptive to human contact. Only the beguiling music, which was pressed by the boxes with sound speed by my head, was still perceptible for me. Soon I had crossed the room once and was surprised when the next wall made itself felt as rough resistance on my palms. I had to get used to this size again. The many over...

We enter a gray, cool and very functionally furnished building. One of these typical government buildings. Our goal is clear, but the way there is confusing. The first inquiry at the reception was already harshly blocked. The registration of a galley would have to be applied for at the harbor commandant's office. But that was not our concern, we are looking for a pass. The reception would be of li...

Continuation of deep story no. 123 I stroll through the streets and can't get the scene from the streetcar out of my head. Why did the guy want to take a look at the capsule on my wrist? In the bright light of the next street lamp, I check the capsule thoroughly. The viscous something in the capsule is completely solidified. It seems as if the contents lack energy. As far as I can remember, on the...

I slowly take off my headphone and look the rabble-rouser straight in the eyes. His sheer presence fills me with excitement. With the numerous sponsors on his jacket, he looks like a walking advertising column. A symbol of commercialization on two legs. After a short silence, he wants to know where my path leads me today. Before I could conclusively answer the question, he already put a flyer in m...

Continuation of deep story no. 121 Quickly rinsing the last sip down the throat. Grabbed the headphones and another beer for the road. Check the pockets, pull the door and go. In the stairwell only not stumble, would be a pity around the good hop drop. Off we go into the liberating darkness. No more thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow. A life in the here and now, a life for the sound and the smoke....

Continuation of deep story no. 116 Back to reality after yesterday's smooth party. It was good to go back to the roots and visit the old hood. After the crowds in the cathedral, the living room atmosphere gave a nice feeling of freedom. I'll definitely be going downtown more often in the near future. Maybe I should also check out the small, elaborate raves in the park again. Well then Handy provid...

The escape is part of the breathtaking narrative by our guest author Simon Ruckers, who describes his vision of the future from several perspectives through different narrative threads. We are excited to see how he will bring the individual threads together into one big picture. Musically, this pursuit through the streets is accompanied by producer and vocal talent Mark Tarmonea. He manages in his...

‘Since the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, the city has held a distinct place in electro culture. For the techno scene, post-wall East Berlin was an instant oasis of new places to hold parties and set up clubs. In the 1990s, the techno and trance genres and the Love Parade played a major cultural and political role for the youth of reunified Germany. In the 2000s Berlin became the symbolic modern...

He turns around one last time and takes a quick look at his breathtaking blue home planet before diving into the endless black. His wealth of experience will bring him safely through this adventure and he will certainly see this unique world again soon. But for now, the only thing that counts is what lies ahead of him. All alone, he sets off into space in search of the solution to the world formul...

Without detours, today we go directly to the next part of the future dystopia by Simon Rucker. Guest musician today is the producer and Dj Daniel Rateuke, who has also processed some of his own treasures in this podcast. The dark armored car drives up to the forecourt of the headquarters in Berlin with squealing tires. It looks like something out of a damn spy movie. Excitedly, the windshield wipe...

Der Tag zog sich elendig hin und die Beine sind immer noch schlapp von der Tanzeinlage. Aber nach der Bettruhe zieht es mich wieder raus ins bunte Leben. Ich brauche Unterhaltung und die Gesellschaft von Gleichgesinnten. Ein Gläschen hier, ein lebhaftes Gespräch da und im Hintergrund das Lachen von glücklichen Menschen. Wo kann man dieses Flair am besten finden? Na klar in den engen Gassen der Alt...

Sun kissed awake by the first touch of the distant life-giver, Mother Nature rises from her hibernation. Carefully she shakes off the lethargy of the last months and begins to unfold. At the same time the first bars of the new deep story develop. First cautiously groping and then confidently driving before they unfold in full glory. The musical selection, just like the increasingly green surroundi...

The guys from Super Flu are paying us a courtesy call today and pack all their seven beats to accompany the audience into the future fiction vision of Simon Rucker of unterwegs-reiseblog.de. While menacingly dark clouds gather on the horizon and electrify people. Tension fills the air and uncertainty spreads. This tension puts people under strain and yet they still carry hope in their hearts. This...

I open my eyes and perceive the blue sky with a foggy mind. With my palm I feel the lush green below me. As I turn my head, with my vision still slightly blurry, I catch sight of wriggling figures. They move rhythmically back and forth. Comforting warmth flows through my body as a bright white cloud makes way for the sun. Slowly I sit up and my synapses are further flooded with impressions. Blurry...

Unser Autor Simon Rucker von unterwegs-reiseblog liefert heute die Fortsetzung zu seiner komplexen und vielschichtigen Dystopie, die auf den ersten Blick an Ereignisse aus dem Geschichtsunterricht erinnern mag. Eine neue Figur betritt heute die Bühne und scheint Lichtbild und Schattengestalt zugleich zu sein. Auf seinen Schultern liegt eine schwere Last und sein Kopf ist voll mit düsteren Gedanken...

This hammering beat seems to be going on endlessly. A repetitive rhythm is stomping through the synapses of my brain. It’s as if the kick-drum from the boxes has eaten into my consciousness. With each beat scraps of memory flash by as if they were under a strobe light. Twitching body parts, faces full of emotions, tall box towers and colorful lights uncontrollably pave their way into my mind. The...

Today we are happy to announce our further collaboration with Simon Rucker. After his island adventure has entertained us for a long time, his new project is now in the starting blocks. This time he takes us into a dark future dystopia. We will travel with him through a large and complex world that is in upheaval. A world run by a few and where those who don't ask questions are doing well. The pro...

After what felt like hours waiting in the queue, it's finally my turn. I show my bracelet on which a capsule with red liquid is attached. My dad always says it looks like a miniature of his lava lamp he had in his bedroom as a child. The more I move, the more the viscous liquid in the capsule moves with me. But it doesn’t matter anyway. The only important thing is that it’s my ticket to the parall...