From the South of South comes news from the underlands.

Who is that watching me?

2008-01-28T23:10:00.000+11:00

Dark Jazzy Corners

2007-08-31T11:43:00.000+10:00

Here now, how to create a sound scape over 70's mins. This mix starts off fairly softly softly with a few old favourites and then slides it's way into a darker jazzier corner, never forgeting the laidback style. Electronic beats fused with jazz style adlib, badass baselines and plenty of piano riffs. Popping out from the other side with some more instrumental hip hop pieces that conquer funk and leave the feeling of completion.

This mix is done in true mixtape style, the main focus been the tunes and the feeling that elapses over the 70 minutes.

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I Am The Walrus

2007-04-02T19:17:00.000+10:00

The sun sets over a mysterious world. The ink on the page runs in the heat of the blazing sun. The words left in the winds of time for all to experience. Those things which have been said can not be taken back, those things which are written, and read, will last in the minds of those who experienced their meaning. The sun will shine on many more experiences, the rain will fall on many more children. Tears will run down the faces of many more widows and the wind shall blow away the memories of many more men. But the words, engraved on stone, etched into the rocks of experience, will last, their effect on those who encountered their meaning born into the ever fluid pattern of experiential evolution. Your experience, and the meaning breed into your character from it, shared through your interaction with those you encounter and passed onto them through their own interpretation. The meaning liquid, changing its form as it moves through the shadows of nature, shinning when expressed in creative form, thriving when used for both the extreme means on destruction and creation. Everything will change, nothing is so stable that the micro vibrations that exists below everything can not shake it into new form, nothing is so stable that the abstract contrast of solid vs. metaphysical will not one day combine to reform entirety. It is so strange that random is more common than common is random, it is not so far fetched that expression is the result of future or that the past is constructed in so many different ways by the present. It is not so abstract that abstract itself is the most tangible of all things, because it is in the most bazaar that the most understanding can be found, if not expressed. Everything will change.

GrassUsed To Be Green Here

2007-01-24T11:48:00.000+11:00

Days drift by. Still no signs of the weeping, still no signs of the man breaking down to cry.

When the rain feel, the plants stood, to attention, with their withered head held high, breathing in the smell of hot moisture on oil soaked roads. The city let out a sigh, the wilted stems of grass thought to themselves ?we may just get by?.
It used to be green here, there, everywhere. Kids used to lie on the green, in the park, morning, noon and then after dark the oldies would roll, with out paying a toll. It used to be green here, on the side of these train tracks, where water used to trickle from the graffiti walls, down to the rocks, and out the window, the green would pass my by. It used to be green here, in the front of this house, where the cricket kids play, where the mothers with prams walk their way. It used to be green here, on the ground, there used to be shiny coins to be found when you could crawl from here to there, on the moist soft feeling on the sticky grass and plants under your feet. You could dance softly to any beat, here on the green. Used to be.

Dboy's Jah Summer Mix! Dub Styles

2007-01-06T15:31:00.000+11:00

Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:20 am Post subject: Dboy's Jah Summer Mix...

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Some one asked me "how are your holidays going" and I said a lil' something like this...

80 Mintues : 146 MG : 256kb : All Jah'd Up!

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Summer vibe and swealtering heat, down comes the Dub and vocal on the beat, the vintage sounds merged with the new take, the MC's from DownUnder who spit with Thunder. Take a listen and let your soul enjoy the vibe.

D-Cammo Style v.2

2006-12-15T12:21:00.000+11:00

Urban instigation, and irrational contemplation, intelligent delegation and insufficient division, the Movement is at the cross roads, the stars bear down on a forceful time, a decisive moment, the annual period of chaos and communal consideration is upon us, the anniversary of the time of birth near by, the crossing of the astrological markers, the cusp of differentiation is here.
Mark your territory and hold down the fort, the challengers await, mission stage almost complete, take your cover, from my mark. Enjoy.

Test Image Sample Dboy Page Part 4

2006-12-08T13:14:00.000+11:00

Take, Sip, Enjoy!

2006-12-04T15:07:00.000+11:00

Although it may appear Movement is not occurring changes may be happening, progress may be made. This time of year, my friends, lends itself to remember those close to us. Most celebrate or despair, with those closest to them. We talk, most talk a lot, a few listen, a few take note, a few will even help another. The Movement wishes but one thing for it?s followers, that each and every one of you take the time to sit with another, someone close, someone who you consider important, take wine or beer, and sip, take more wine, or beer, and sip again. Enjoy the process, think of the toil and yakka that it took to get that produce to you, think of the process it takes from earth to mouth, the production, which could be taken to represent any production, any process, of all workers, and sip again, appreciate that you can, the we can. The Movement, at that very moment, will be with you.

System Delay

2006-11-30T16:53:00.000+11:00

News is on the way.

SLIDE IT

2006-11-07T17:05:00.000+11:00

Get Your Own! | View Slideshow

Reflection on Sparky

2006-11-07T16:17:00.000+11:00

Looking back on where we came from can be a interesting experience. Visiting the lands where we cut our teeth can spark a chain of thought, bring back memories, or open up understanding about the way things are now. Many may not concern themselves with such practices, and such endevours may provide others with nothing. Some may come accross such activities by accident. An aid or two may bring an interesting introspective outlook...

Lets have a look shall we...

[i]Note: shots for artistic reasons only[/i] Model [i]Sparky[/i]

D-Cammo Styles

2006-11-07T15:20:00.000+11:00

Can you possibly see what it is that leads to speculation in clear light, can the day clear enough to see the sky behind the clouds, can the thunder rumble low enough to destroy the debris? Doubt in what we see, doubt in what we are told, doubt in things we thought we knew, the images, the sounds, the speculation about what may be. Information, contradiction and insight. We hold on so tight, unwilling to let ourselves slide to a new plain. Fukit, let go. The D-Cammo will hide you.

Spot

2006-10-29T23:14:00.000+11:00

Compelled By Nature

2006-10-17T16:38:00.000+10:00

4:37pm
Compelled by the nature of the vortex to stand tall the Movement will rise above the storm. The hidden nature of things is revealed in the darkness, the view from the shadows unveils the very results that were always desired. The compassion and the realism of the situation unleashes a new form, a new skyline, a vortex of pleasure, a kaleidoscope of emotion set loose into the atmosphere, the colours of the wind cause catastrophic damage to the air, ripping participles that were once bound and separating partnerships formed long ago. In the vortex the individual stands, with the power of the Movement the individual is able to see separation of these once stable entities, from the position in the shadow beyond the brick wall, the individual is faced with the choice, step forward and let the vortex rip the pieces from ones self, or stand back, hoping the turmoil will pass, each a risk, but one with much more considerable gains. Once striped of all the stable and common strangleholds the Movement allows the individual to again step out from the darkness, raise his glass, and with merit, confidence and strength, face the new world.
4.48pm

They Shut Down "Electrobe"

2006-10-09T17:51:00.000+10:00

The powers that be have halted the flow on this site for the past 7 days.
Acccess is now regained, an the outlook is good.
More news from the underlands once i return from my journey....

Stick 'Em Up Melbourne

2006-09-29T12:55:00.000+10:00

DBoy seen around the painted town.

Dboy Down Under

2006-09-22T15:57:00.000+10:00

Lost in a sea of wonder, the dream fogs over, the creepy myst seems to hide the once clear image. Unable to determine what is required to clear the air, to solve the puzzle, the untwist the tangle. Take your own advise, listen to others, the Movement is there in support. They are there, in the dark, holding steady, waiting to turn the corner and list the shadows to create a path. To creat a clear way for the Movement to surge forward, to stop the relentless struggle for a moment, so a position can be maintained, forged, unfolded into strategy, from static into solution. Midst the myst might may make a way, if you hold tight, if you stand tall, and dream, past the fog, through the fury, into the future, the way the image should look... then write your life like you would a book.

The End.

In The Midst Of Madness

2006-09-16T01:34:00.000+10:00

Came common sense... no, came luck... no, came KARMA... no, came to explaination to the wonderment, came the reason behind the enquiry, came the need to...

The need to whaat?

Re-Runs of DBoy Electrobe Stylin' What You Want to Call Me?

2006-09-16T00:11:00.000+10:00

So many new watching Movements players, so little action in the background, so much want to keep you entertained, in the need to review, so here is little taste of the archives with out having to delve into the lyrical madness that walks along...

[img src="What you want to source my pics, you want to find the inspiration, the need to create, you have it, you know it, you would not be here otherwise, our lives have crossed, your needs meet mine and the line is never ending, we are a movement, we are a period in time, we are creating an image and new inspiration for those that follow just as we find it in those that we see before us, some move forward, some halt, some doubt, some take a grip and hang on tight, some stand back and see what it is that is happening, some have the composure to take that thought and move it in a way they think is a) for their benifit b) for the benifit of what they think is good.... some use full stops! HA!"]

Poker Sessions Imagery

2006-09-11T17:17:00.000+10:00

Darkened rooms and sullen faces, bass throbs through the vents, the walls vibrate, the levels can not be reduced, this is the way it was intended. Play your hand and give us your look, your meaning will not be miss-took. The day to day life you lead, the way your trail with your coins and bleed, the voice we hear when you call my bluff, the vile thought of that poor girl in snuff, the desperate measures we do discuss, the training, the maintaining, the never ending blaming, the taming of the beasts out side, the roaming to new games so far and wide, the explaining to the authorities what it is we do, the never ending meaning in this passage, how to construe. The vibe will not reduce in intensity, it will not be restrained, we will discuss the matters of the day, to your idol attempts at distraction attention we will not pay... in this life there is only one game we play... and to be mislead in thinking it is poker, for this mistake you may pay.

Drawn in Darkness

2006-08-31T16:49:00.000+10:00

Even from the most beautiful things, darkness can emerge. Objects, people, landscapes, experiences, no matter how beautiful they appear, darkness is never to far away, the tick of the clock, the call of a crow, the sound of the bells, they all signall that the sun will soon fade on this thing, and leave a picture of darkness. The light will again shine, but for now, darkness has taken it's place.

Dboy - Poker Sessions One Mix

2006-08-28T22:04:00.000+10:00

DBoy - Poker Sessions One

From the depths of Dboy's collection comes this selection of Dub and Funk vibes. From the classics of King Tubby, Junior Byles and the Family Man to the new skool funky breaks of Fort Knox Five (uk) and MoodPhase5ive (Cape Town's Finest) this mix brings together a dope selection of tunes to sit down and turn the stereo up ultra loud. With new skool Dub from the likes of Dj Edge (this tune was 1992) and underlining Hip Hop beats to the ditry little secrets of The Dix and Andre3000 to the raw funk classics from James Browns crew and of course the Horny Horns, Dboy selects is all for ya. Get it in ya and have a listen.

DBoy - Poker Sessions One - Dub / Funk / Dub kinda vibe. 144MB - 256kbps - 78mins
DBoy - Poker Sessions One

Dj Edge - Tempest Dub
Jake Savona - Ghetto Star feat: RuCL
Andy Rantzen and Nancy Valentine - Viewing Creation
Yabby You and King Tubby - Tubby's Vengance
Junior Byles - It Was the Long Way
Keith Hudson, Family Man and Horace Andy - I'm Alright
Nightmares On Wax - DreadOverBoard
Outkast - Spottieottiedolpaliscious
Fred Wesley & The Horney Horns - Between the Streets
The JB's - Blow Your Head
Fort Knox Five - Once Again feat. Jah Kamonzi
FDEL - A Fuller Culture
DJ Krush and Koto soundscape
MoodPhase5ive - Vital
The Dix - Tears in My Eyes (Dirty Girl)
Mongus HiFi - ING feat Brother Culture
Nightmares on Wax - Damn
Fat Freddy's Drop - This Room (live at BBC studios)
William De Vaughn - Be Thankful for what you've got

Beat Seeking Missiles

2006-08-24T16:26:00.000+10:00

{image by Itch@Revolver- altered and photoshopped by Dboy with out permission}

In dark corners of dark smokey rooms the Movement sits, sips, whispers the latest.
Music pounds out the rhythm of the conversation, dark moody beats, hip electro styles, fast jungle patterns, sub woofers elude to the technology of the day, no animal skins here, no lion hair strings, just pure unadulterated techno styles of the Movement. Crowds hustle and bustle to hide the slick movement of hands under the table, the swift flicking of the thumb towards the mouth, the sharp sniff off the nail. The whispers contain news from the underground, millings of the whats not and what is, the quality control in check of the goings on and fading away. The sun may rise, but the beat will not fall, the doors to this club do not close, the couches will stay full, the art will still hang, the tenders still serve with rapid succession, the money still exchange hands with little thought of its worth. The watchers take it all in, the partakers never think twice, the beat will sway these walls, will take the falls, will control the mood you seek. Come the first day of the week, the heads will still carry the knowledge gained from other member, the experience can not be replaced, the outsiders and insiders will still stay in the loop, with confidence in their actions, confidence the beat goes on.

Spark the Jag

2006-08-21T17:23:00.000+10:00

Sometimes imagery just captures something that appeals to the eye. I knew what I wanted with this one, and I got it.

Desire

2006-08-16T11:33:00.000+10:00

The Movement is restless. A feeling to take hold of the moment is no longer fleeting. The moments are no longer occasional. The desire to press forward, to take the raging bull by it?s horns and pin it to the dirt, to control its fury, to blow dust in its tamed face, the desire to set it free and enjoy it?s new found freedom. The desire of the horse to run with its wild comrades, to join those who are not bound by the restrictions of the framework provided. To not be constrained by the mundane life that requests so much, but often gives so little in return. Those in the Movement know only too well that desire is a dangerous element, a superficial and exotic dance which when trained can be used to provide motivation, but when cut loose, when let free to roam the emotions of our lives, to rule the roost of our actions, it can overthrow the control we seem so set on maintaining. Desire: It?s drum beats a wild jungle beat no doubt.

Broken Love and Twisted Fate

2006-08-10T11:56:00.000+10:00

In the midst of love, something broke. So many concepts that we learn are only just that, concepts. But there is no denying that the concept of love and all the perceptions that are associated with it, though differing from each and every individual to another, are bound together because they exist at the most basic of levels. We are drawn to other individuals, we learn to care for them and care about them, we choose some individuals to care for more than others. In the middle of these relationships we find ourselves struggling, falling, rising? loving. In the midst of love, something broke. Around us the walls collapse, the rain covers us, the water rises, the drums pound a rhythm to the brain, around us the powerful attempt to control, the money drives the cars, the drums pound a rhythm to the brain. Around us hate and despair crowd our style, around us struggle is immanent, blood will be shed, wars fought, lives lost. In the midst of love, we lost our way, we lost our timing, we lost our rhythm, we lost our selves. So much good to be had with the ones we love, so much to be found in the hearts of those we care for, so much to give those that we hold so close. Why would we waste that? Why would the little things concern us so much? Why would we bother? Why would we waste energy on worrying when we can just be? The writing is on the wall, not between the lines, the answers are obvious, there is no trick to it, it is plain and simple. Easy to discover, no dark secret about it, no lies told. You just grab tight and don?t let go. We let go. In the midst of love, something broke, despite us, in spite of us.

Hearts of Darkness

2006-08-02T15:43:00.000+10:00

Deeper than the roots of understanding, in the most powerful recesses of the heart. The sharpest of edges, the most keen of angles, behind the doors of fury, inside the gates of anger, in the veins of revenge, and in the liquid that is the blood of man, flows a darkness, flows a hidden shadow, a slick and enduring force. In the garden of hate and beyond the valley of death, to the south of south of the waters of life, in what makes us men. It creeps along besides us and never lets us out of sight, in the wilderness of loneliness it thrives, patiently waiting for its voice to be beckoned, quietly harassing the coat tails of light, the darkness is alluring, it is attractive, it is temptation, it is the silk of all souls. In the beat of a heart it calls out to your weakness, calls to your strength, calls for your satisfaction, eluding your judging gaze, in the hearts of darkness are the heart pulse of men, the souls of women and the ever edgy presence of desire. In the heart of all darkness.

The Age of Fear

2006-07-28T14:21:00.000+10:00

Where are the mediums in which those who oppose the way things are can speak out? Are the technologies that are becoming more and more accessible creating more mediums for protest? Or are these mediums only available to poeple who are generally not in a position to oppose. Is it not mostly the privlidged who are have access?

Are the walls of our cities one of the last battlegrounds? Is our art our speech. Where are the deviants? Where is their voice, where are the renagades, the outspoken masses? Are we really happy with the state of affairs? Is there not a overriding sense of guilt in the day to day lives, knowing full well that our lifestyle is at someone else expense.

How controlled are we? How dosile have we become?

How can we free our spirits if we live in fear?

> Stick It Speech regarding State of Affairs

Lovers and Dreamers

2006-07-24T16:06:00.000+10:00

On the faces of the people I see, the faces that pass me, I see an uncertainty, I see doubt.
Look to the hills, look up high, look past the buildings, past the clouds, past the world that?s passes you by.
Look for hope in the people you meet, look for positivity.
Seek out the world you want to live in, don't doubt it is there.
Seek out the world you want to believe in, don't doubt it is here.
Seek out the dream you want to live in, and dream, dream out loud.

The Elements: KNOWLEDGE (PART ONE)

2006-07-18T11:41:00.000+10:00

KNOWLEDGE, TRUTH, DISCOVERY

"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery." - Anais Nin

It is not always a matter of truth, but of discovery. It is not always an issue of finding only one definiation, but creating a new spectrum of possibility. It is not an end, but a means to something that may open into infinite new endings.

KNOWLEDGE AND REALITY

"The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." - Eden Phillpotts

Knowledge is restained by what we believe. Restained by what we ourselves restrict ourselves with. Here, in The Movement, we are bound by a distinct set of boundries. Given The Movement can only be discovered through admitting it's existence to ourselves, The Movement itself becomes known, or acknowledged to only its members and players. It's meaning can only be found in what we understand it to be.

KNOWLEDGE AND THE MOVEMENT

What is knowledge to The Movement...? It is only what we know of our own world, of the social context in which we find ourselves, in the climate of the times which surround us, our knowldege is bound by the streets we walk, the information that we consume in every aspect of our lives. Our knowledge is bound by the influences we infect ourselves with, the items we choose to see, the writing we read from the walls, the itelligance we choose to form as a social consciousness.

SYSTEMS INTELLIGANCE:

A Systems Intelligent person, group or an organization:

-sees the whole world around themselves be made of a complex web of interacting systems
-engages themselves into the holistic feedback mechanism of the environment and evokes productivity and success in their task
-sees the environment as feedback intensive, and manages to act intelligently in it
-interacts with the environment in a way that makes minor corrections in the systems, generating huge effects due to the nonlinearity of the system
(Source: Wikipedea)

SOCIAL KNOWLEDGE AND MOVEMENTS

The Movement relates to both individual reltationships with knowledge, and collectives. For it is assumed that communities of many natures form intelligance systems, bonding knowledge to sitational understanding. Concepts of this generation, gathered from the streets, the walls, the technology, the backgrounds, the world around gather, combine, consentrate and move fluidly through the consciousness, as a system of understanding. This gives the Movement life.

Melbourne Stencil Capital

2006-07-06T23:36:00.000+10:00

So this city, it breathes eh?
TheAge, one of Melbourne's major newspapers recently posted this short video on their site.

Streamed video on Melourne's Stencil Scene

Melbourne Stencil Capital Book on Melbourne's Stencil Scene.

Stencil Festival Homepage of the stencil festival.

Stencil Revolution

Hit This

2006-07-05T17:40:00.000+10:00

Stream or Download this.
My crew in Sweden put this little gem together.

Koi Style Lounge Room Movie 1Mbps

Koi Style Lounge Room Movie 256K

D Passion and D Pain

2006-06-27T19:46:00.000+10:00

Through the cold, the darkest of worlds does slither. Through the darkness, the coldest of emotions does creep. In the depths of the Movement lies an unforgiving sensation, in the deepest recesses of each and every patron of this order lies a passion and a pain. It is not a new discovery, nor a new concept to create a discourse on it, but an angle which can not be ignored. The Movement would not be so prolific with out these elements, creativity would not flow with out the Passion, and strength not emmerge with out the Pain.

Beneath the surface of each facade there is always a darkness, a shadow cast over what lies below. The Movement does not deny the expression of this, does not out the fire, does not repress the intention. This creates a creature, no other word can express what bears these qualities.

The passion, when restrained, pulses with intense energy, suckling on the every sense of other creatures, taking it's impression from the meeting of all other forces. The Movement is full of passion, and the Movement is bred on the passion of artists, artists whose lives are overhauled by its force, a moment by moment style of consumption and growth, a moment by moment understanding of their surroundings, restrained from any other manner by their passion. They can not every deny it, for truth to their passion is truth to their selves. Remove the social, remove the external forces, imagine just the energy of the person and then of the Movement, and passion will reveal itself as it's ture base, it's most endearing and overwhelming quality. It's inception was from darkness, but it feeds on positively as much as anything, it's constant evolution breathes life into those who are consumed so deeply by it.

The Pain is just as a major force, but is not such a basic structure as the passion. It is more a consequence for the artist. The Movement is not held by the pain, but with in it, creativity lurks, bringing a floating reality of understanding, a sensation of 'life'. The members of the order live with a positive outlook, but the burden they bear is unmistakable in their eyes, in their relationships, in their tainted remorse. Where a moment by moment passion may bred a truth to ones self on the right hand, the left is bound by the knowledge of the Movement, the curse of understanding. The Pain may be a result of other forces, but it is never to be underestimated, it is not the type of pain to hold the Movement down, but again, feeds its evolution, its desire to make it better. The Pain is best understood by comprehension of it's power and consequence. When it's grip is tightest, those that are held by it are empowered with a most extreme strength.

The Passions ability to inspire and the empowerment of the Pain can be embodied in a multitude and most diverse manner of fashions. With in the Movement it's material state is expressed from anything like bodily alteration, abstract (or not) expression through our own forms of art, sub cultural movements, fashion, music and most relevantly Movements based on discourses of thought. The effects are in every day life, but the breath of their results are not found in any simplistic terms, but dwelling above, moving in soft light through converstations, in writing and in the minds and hands of artists whose hearts beat to the drum the Movement plays.

In the deepest parts of inspiration, through all forms, in all clouds of motivation, the Movement is pushed by The Passion and the Pain, always floating as lights just above the ongoing urban expressionism.

19 Naughty D

2006-06-19T21:41:00.000+10:00

Cause and Effect. Reactions, positions, moments defined.

Move, act, react.

Denial, repression, expression.

Confession, impression and the end.

Never Too Far Away

2006-06-15T14:03:00.000+10:00

It is not that the creative juices have stopped me from producing new work. There is much in the pipeline.

Around me the cold is setting in, the chill in the air matching that of those who dread this annual pattern. The effect upon them is noticeable, BourneCity changes, and it's power to influence those who inhabitant it is not lost on me. The drabness of the sky is not matched, however, by the drabness of the midnight peoples. Under the cloak the extra darkness they creep, they seep into the streets, they peer out windows to check you are not watching, they scatter when you spray your words towards them. Their stealth only match by the silence with which the conduct themselves.

No fear is felt around the corner where you dare not tread, there, behind the shadows, under the dark red light, the Movement surges forward, boldly staggering when struggling, lightly treading when confident. No one leads, no one follows, all are inspired and the night is not a time for sleep.

It is never going to stop.

The Walk

2006-06-02T11:26:00.000+10:00

Each and every day the Movement gains strength. The power is not in the strength that the arrogant feel, but in the strength that the weak accumulate through their day to day lives. There is a battle for ground at every stand point. In the end, the walk, is a lonely one. The test, never ending. Trust, almost impossible. How can the Movement find trust in those that can not provide evidence of their dedication to the cause. ?So I continue to grow, trying to avoid the status quo?.

As the Kid said to me recently, ?how can you kill someone, who is already dead?. But they keep coming. Those that have seen the tested stand after each and every bout have no doubt that in the end, he just keeps on walking. And will again. Such is the walk, such is the never ending mundane style of life to which we have become accustom. This is not the age of consent, we are not free, we have not chosen our plight, but a time will come again, a time when the direction will shift. These personal tests, these daily micro-=power battles are but a test for a latter day.

Few will stand with you when you need it most. Fewer and Fewer.

But stand tall, walk on.

Dream up the world you want to live in, and dream out loud.

Where Angels Dare: Reliving the Death Camps

2006-05-26T16:35:00.000+10:00

Dread. Sinking into a mind state where no anguish can touch the mind frame. In these places life was not only lost, but taken, swept away as dust in the wind. These camps, these fields, these stories on the walls... a histroy unto itself. Remove the situation, remove the politics, remove the history, remove the stereotypes, remove everything but the person. The individual. What is left? Dread.

What is it this place has seen, what is it that this soils breathes, what was bread here for those who walked away to pass on through future actions. No sides, no teams, no reality, just individuals... just dread. The somber sense of the place is unmistakable, not just the facts bringing the senses to a height, but the energy. You can not deny such a force, it is there in every place you go. But here, in these lands, much more has passed. Dread.

I do not feel compassion, although you would think one would, but more intrigue, I am too far removed. But I am haunted, with the plight, the suffering, and the monsterism of the control. What lies in the deepest revelations of this for me? What lies so deep? Realisations of control, realisations of the ability of so few to manage the impressions of so many. Control of information, desire to be part of something, a league of similarities. This is not a new formation of society, but maybe the most basic principle of control. But here, in this dread, I find an example of the most extremes. The most dreaded.

Here, where angels dare tread.

no symbolism, or take on any events is intended here, no reference to actual people meant, no offence to anyone, more a look at a general realisation. The writer intends no offence, no meaning to indivuals, or no political statment with any imagery, this is a personal reflection on social actions.

Melbourne Stencil Style

2006-05-25T10:24:00.000+10:00

People are always talk about Melbourne's Stencil Style with such surprise. It is that old attitude of the BourneCity crew that there was always somewhere else doing the same thing as us, but better, or before us. BourneCity may not have been first on the stencil map, but it sure has taken lead in so many areas of the culture. From the creative and diverse forms which the art-form has taken on, to the cultural acceptance of the practice, to the rise of the practice in less traditional formats, be it on canvas, in galleries, in t-shirts. The original use of stencils as a form of street art, as a tool of various political resistance movements, as a message to the people or simply to just 'get-up' is a thing of the past. BourneCity now embraces the many that take part.

The Man with the Blue Guiter part1

2006-05-22T11:31:00.000+10:00

Once you have a taste, it seems it is difficult to return. Once you have one, it seems you always want a second. Once you have two, it seems the third is already desired. Once you have 20, it is too late, because if you see one unlike the others you have, that too must become yours. Consume. Earn. Spend. Consume. Have. But remember to learn, and teach, and share.

Society breeds you, those who have you breed you, and they can never keep you close enough to themselves for their liking. But you will not fall to far from their kind, no matter how far your run, how far your stray, your kind is your kind.

Once you see another, it is hard not to compare, once you feel close it is hard to let go, once you let go, it is hard not to wonder. Once you wonder, it is hard to change perspective. Once you perceive it is difficult to imagine.

Once you find comfort, it is hard to leave, once you try one, it is hard not to try another. Once you have walked, you will run. Once you have run, you will jump. Once you jump, you will fall.

To have. Always wanting more? Objects for these ones may vary, from the vinyl of the jazz collector, to the jars of the perfectionist. To the old tin cans, stamps, maps and old oil caps. Sneaker freaker, magazine keeper, destined to go deeper into the pages of knowledge, the pages of truth, the music to the ears, to maker of beers. But to have, is to know, only making it harder to one day let go. One day to walk and leave that blue guitar behind.

Dboy Sticker Gateway

2006-05-16T15:25:00.000+10:00

Outlook

2006-05-12T16:18:00.000+10:00

Another image taken of Dboy by Julie Bullock, with my alterations.

They are breed well, so aware of the coming storm, masked and ready, the look is unmistakable.

The communication lines have been clear today. Those who have traveled far to BourneCity at this time of year experience a different view, an altered outlook from those that dwell here when the sun belts down. In my role, I meet many of these visitors, and the effect of the city is often remarkable, often obvious, often immediate, yet remains subtle as that is its way. The darkness creeps in much earlier, the city creeps slowly through the days, mundane days, it is still sinister, as always. There is a certain appeal in the doldrums and that can not be explained, only felt. Notice: A certain enduring nature of the dark tarmac which maintains its state all the while being pelted with drops from the sky. Grey hues seem so full of colour, the style is always there.

Inside small bars, rooms, halls, and lofts across the city people gather, speaking easy of the state of their affairs. Down lanes ways past stickers, paint and thoughts, through smells and up stairs, down alleys and past bins, here you will find the keepers of the city, those that breed the creativity that makes BourneCity such an intriguing habitat. Their creativity spills out of conversations and into music, into life on the walls, into their eyes.

As they look out into the sky, the bleeding sky, unprotected by the natural layer, unprotected from the world's ugly tirade of unpleasant circumstances, the look in their eyes in unmistakable. They have felt this city, they have breathed this air, spoken amongst themselves about this state of affairs. A compassion, yet fear, a desire yet refined nature. These are BourneCities pride, its offspring, subject to it's effect, subjects to it's influence.

They are breed well, so aware of the coming storm, masked and ready, the look is unmistakable.

V.3.2

2006-05-11T15:22:00.000+10:00

Transmissions have been encoded. The signal from the ground is weak, the distortion in translation has revealed a subtext which must be maintained in sound format only. The user must display discretion. The new wave of information that has been uncovered has entitled us to continue the Movement.

Stay True my friends.

Disjointed communications of unparalleled density will portray all in a desirable way.

Stay True my friends.

Low Fidelity revolution. Industrial Standards or formatting.

Complete.

Life is Such

2006-05-08T11:27:00.000+10:00

Do you feel me? Saturday morning, 11am. I wake on the couch of a East BourneCity apartment, nice place too it seems. Leather couch be sticking to the side of my face, but not to uncomfortable. Polished baords, heater on, leafy outlook. It takes me a moment to realise this is SneakyHands place and recall some the events of the night before, and how it was I came to be here. I stealth up the hallway, not entirely sure of how many stayed, and where in the house they may be, my memories of the last hour or so of the night before are hazy, if not a little creepy. It was something like a bad music video, with a little touch of a Rob Zombie flick sliced into the framework. Hysterical laughter, vial projectial action with full sound effects, the loss of all sensability, it was all there.

I find my way out of the building, into the sunlight. It is autumn, the sun shines, but still the cold strikes a fresh blow to my skin. I pull my oversized hood on top, plug in some earphones and select Santana (For a review of Santana check out my boys site Dropping Beer) for my motivational background, it is going to be a long painful walk. But any other method of transport would be cop out. I know some of my best revelations have occured on walks like this, and I am prepared to make the journey another one of notability, this city, BourneCity has a way of making it worth while. I feel my head swell, my legs ache, not many couches are really long enough for the length of the dboy style, it seems last nights was no exception.

Although this neighborhood is not familiar to me, I can smell the way home, towards the G, through the mud, under the RichMad underpass towards the stacks and murky water, up the hill and down the other side. 200 metres from my departure point I come across a bottle-o, so a can of Bundy will also lead me home, it is the only way.

A good 1/2 hour later and between Santana, the pain in my head, my lack of fitness, and being alone for the 1st time in a week with time to think I am getting deep on myself. Thinking about the consequences of my actions, about the trials and tribulations of being a minor success, about what I am going to do with my current state of affairs. Nothing to out of the usual, but enough to get the blood ticking and inspiration flowing.

Then, as it happens in Bourne City, I come across something that makes me swelter with pride, something that says to me the people here understand. Half way up the longest hill you would want to walk up in my condition, outside an old block of flats I used to hit up in my younger days, there is the mattress, propped up, signed up and speaking to me. It was not the place it had been left to lay, but brought in especially for the occasion, marked and situated. Nothing left to chance with the style, and the message clear, relevant and striking.

This is BourneCity people, Such Is Life.

The Bullock Effect

2006-05-04T11:08:00.000+10:00

check out the myspace of my friend in SanFran Julie Bullock. Mad photography.
She took to original for the above bit in Barca while we were there.

Link Up to Julie's MySpace

Twist in the Tale

2006-05-01T20:46:00.000+10:00

It is art that starts in someones mind. Be it mine, someone elses, or a combination. Another player may mix some paint, clean some nibs, pull on the hood and bomb the street. It may, as in this case, be a number of people, all over the world, inlcuding myself, hitting up walls with cans, markers, stickers, but above all passion. Some of the artists in this piece inlcude Pez and Six.

Along the line I take a photo.

Then the digital realm takes over. The author is dead, the medium is irrelavant, it mixes, matches, switches and clashes, blending together in visual form to become something new. This is my style.

above: Original image taken of stickers in Portabello, UK.
below: resulting image using images taken in UK, Spain, Australia and Sweden.

Clarity

2006-05-01T11:36:00.000+10:00

A friend said an interesting thing to me yesterday...
"I had a revelation on the way to the shop this morning."
In that moment I was struck with an overwhelming sense of clarity. In her words I saw a clear and distinct path I wanted to walk, an obvious and complete way of life that I search for. It was just a moment, and by the time her next sentence began it was gone. But in that instant what The Movement is and what I want to gain from it was all before me, it was a vision of metaphysical purity.

The relationship between mind and matter, substance and attribute, fact and value, and the direction of my self is something that I have felt attuned to since raising myself out of the depths of teenage angst and into the world of realisations. The combined sensation of a number of realisations into a moment when some clarity is reached can only be described as a revelation. My friend has in that instant brought to me a unique feeling in my life. I have had revelations before, but this one, in regards to the progress I am making in my journey was powerful, mind blowing, yet in it i found some peace. Some peace in the knowledge that the slow progress I attain to is not with out merit.

That clarity I had found may be lost in the day to day life I must continue to struggle through. But I know that in the background of my thoughts, the overtones of my beliefs, the power of the energy I choose to expel is moving me forward in my journey. My day to day life is but the physical aspect of my journey, the mirage of my other journey, taking place in the thoughts, in the beliefs, inside the reality that I create around me, and with the people I choose to surround myself with. My thoughts are with my people, my thoughts are positive, my thoughts may not be obvious, but the results are.

Bill Hicks may have been onto something...

Dimension Y

2006-04-26T19:12:00.000+10:00

RE: the art of the mixtape part 2

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Dimension Y Mix Part 1:
Dimension Y Mix Part 2:

When I was 14 a friend in my street gave me my first mix tape. He mixed older trance with influences from the Detroit scene. Although in the past I had made tapes with selections of songs on them, this was the first time I had contact with the concept of putting together a tape that ran in a smooth fashion, with one track leading into the other, but more over it was the first time I felt the power of a mix tape. Over the next few years my concept of a mix tape changed as I experienced more and more styles. The most influential tapes were those that not only traveled in a smooth fashion from start to finish, but those that gave the listener a deeper experience. Be it a sensation created by the rise and fall of the music or in the cases that touched me the most, those that held a more subtle message.

Those of you who have listened to the Dboy DownUnder Dimension Z mix will know already that my style is not your standard mix. Using sampology and a range of music styles I attempt to give the listener an insight into what it is that I have found in music, what it is in the music that has moved me.

In the Dimension Y mix set you will find 3 major parts, all mixed to give the listener a insight into the style of music where I find so much inspiration for my life. The first part is an in-depth look at the emotion of the human disposition. It is easy to just listen to music, and one could easily listen to this mix and find no meaning, and so be it, but in selecting the final tracks I did in fact have ulterior motive. Between the lines, in the lyrics, in the influence of the artists behind the originals and in the emotion of the first 60 minutes of music, there is a feeling. The concept of being true to ones self, of those deviant acts which are often just behind closed doors, but so intertwined in our lives... I feel that the social aspect of the concept of truth, and what we hold true as a society, in our smaller social groups, to our lovers and to ourselves is a major part of our day to day lives.

Part 2 of the Dimension Y mix slides a little away from what it is in ourselves to find what it is in music which holds so much power. Where is it our musical influences come from? What is it about particular styles of music which strike such a cord with particular people. The first 1/2 hour delves into blues influenced electronica. The blue grass tones of these tunes pay respect to their influences while bringing modern digital elements into the mix. The call and response structure many of these tunes lay the way for the final 1/2 hour of funk, soul, blues and rhythm and soul tunes which pay homage to exactly where so many of the breaks that are used today came from.

This is DboyDownUnder Dimension Y... Enjoy.

Dimension Y Mix Part 1

Tracklisting
LoFidelity All Stars: How To Operate With a Blown Mind
Evil Nine: Snack Bar Lounge featuring JFB
Jake Sakvona Featuring Joelistics of TZU): Truth Is?
DJ Soup: Acid Rain
Square Pusher: Curve 1
Environmental Science: V.B.S. (What Does It Mean?)
Ditry Box: The Reason (scoop the loop mix)
LoFidelity All Stars: Kasparov's Revenge
Squarepusher: I'll Descent
Funky Perceni: The Deep
Klute: Phone Call (Hefner Remix)
Fortunato & Mantresor: Imagine
Nightmares On Wax: Flip Ya Lid
FDEL: Bring It On
Hairy Diamond: Giving Up
Rodney P: I Believe featuring Olivia Cheaney
BranVan 3000: Sinking in Hell-A (Dub)

Part Two: Dimension Y Mix Part 2:

Tracklisting
Funkstorung: I Want Some Fun featuring Jay Jay Johanson
Luke Solomon and Justin Harris present Freaks 'The Beat Dairies': Repetition is a Form Of Change
Luke Solomon and Justin Harris present Freaks 'The Beat Dairies': Methods in Madness
Nightmares on Wax: Deep Down
The Fire This Time: At Least the American Indian People Know Exactly How They Have Been Fucked Around (Mad Professor Original Mix)
Matthew Trapnell with Trapeziod: Ella's Uncle
A Guy Called Gerald: Humanity featuring Lovie Rhodes
Fink: Ever Since I Was a Kid it Seemed I Collected Something (Hefner Remix)
Pressure Drop: Call to Mind / Patti Smith Spooky Mix
Al Green: Here I Am (come and take me)
Aaron Neville: Herculeus
Marvin Gaye: Inner City Blues (make me wanna holler)
Billy Cobram: Stratus
Bob Dylan: All The Tired Horses
John Legend: It Don't Have To Change featuring the Stephens Family
Fugees: Killing Me Softly

*disclaimer* If you wish to simply enjoy the music you can do that too!

Dboy Portrait

2006-04-26T15:09:00.000+10:00

re: the self view

The things that we think about ourselves are often the things which make up our image. Our self reflection goes a long way to the way we are perceived in the social eye.

Dboy is a creation of my minds eye, a character who wanders the streets, collects the information, plays the role, talks the talk and walks the walk. He brings it all home to me and I use it at my own will, his use is my ends. Dboy is a player in a game, a vital part in his own perceived Movement. The streets are his playground and his reality knows no bounds. BourneCity is his home, but some of his greatest influences where found elsewhere, in the lanes of BarcaLoco, in the depths of the LondoZoo, in the murkiness of the Berlin's crazed culture, the Bohemian outlands, the starkness of Krakow and the rise of Stockholm.

DboyDownUnder is at your disposal.

Please feel free to contact me with any comments on anything written or posted here, your feedback can give direction. Friends of the Movement stay tuned.

Distorted Media

2006-04-24T10:27:00.000+10:00

Communication is essential. All social pre-texts are dependant on a basic communication structure. Evidence that the desire to prolong our ideas, and leave our mark, allowing future generations to learn from our style is indeed ancient. But what of the post modern era. What of this ever increasing multi-media format of lifestyle. What is all is left are the drawings on the wall...? Is it not more likely that they will last the test of time over a canvas? Over a digital medium. The writing is indeed on the wall and the messages there are bound to exists despite outside influence. Many may leave the mark of a generation.

The Movement uses this medium, the physical medium, the stencil, the spray can, the wall... it is a real form of communication, a tangible one, a trust worthy one. Attempted infiltration by organisations with ulterior motives, corporations with $$$ aspirations have not succeeded. The Movement is too switched on, to attuned to the outside, too aware, to savvy, to forward. Nothing stays still, the Movement is fluid, it passes by and weaves it's path. Those involved may even be passed, only for a new group of youth to be swept up in it's growing momentum. This is why it can not be stopped. The rate of change is becoming critical. Critical. The distorted media will continue. The faces of change are under hoods, behind masks, on the streets... The message is clear, the medium distorted, the fact? undeniable. Stay tuned.

The Old Land and the Pilgrimage

2006-04-20T16:53:00.000+10:00

Up hill is often the only direction to go for reward. The Movement faces a uphill battle, a long and treacherous journey. But at the end of the day, the struggle will reward those with a view of epic proportions. Up Top DboyDownUdner climber all day, he walked past 20 000 year old graffiti.

He struggled with the heat and the feeling of relative obscurity in a land of such proportions. The beauty around me merged into blinding sunlight reflections, the concrete that is a road to no where passes into red dust, which passes in rocky outcrops, which passes into green, deep fields on the flood plains. Deadly creatures will always attempt to halt us, as they did that day. But the journey can not be taken lightly, for the reward is intangible, except for those that stay true.

Distant View

2006-04-20T16:08:00.000+10:00

Dboy Down Under returns to BourneTown to bring you news from UpTop. Dem up der, dem be on a wavelength only understood by mixing yourself within it. Same as anywhere else, but with the North of this Southern Land, it is as true as anywhere. The language changes, the lifestyle slows, the land is tough, it makes the people tough. What is accepted is onyl that which can survive. You can not slip in and out of the shadows in a land where the sun belts down so hard, where the rain covers everything and the wind blows away the memories of yesterday's mistakes. Tough men, and tough women sit in a sweat, watching the world go slowly by.

THe land outside the townships breaths it's own life. Evolution has been cruel here, no large animals have managed to survive the natural selection process, only those which can slither, those which are nimble, those which can bare the tough nature of it all. But those that can, those that have and those that do, they are rewarded with an amazing, a breath taking reality. The land here is like no other, the breath of ancient worlds seem to come to life before you eyes, the beauty fo the end of the big wet allows you to take in the contrast that is around us everywhere, the contrast which in fact is inside us all.

The reality I found in the North showed me not something of what is outisde my day to day reality, but something which is inside us all. After all, in new expereince is this not the lesson we seek? Is it not a lesson in each and every experience that we seek, is it not that which we relate to, what we see, but in relation to ourselves. A refered reflection of our own reality, carved into the stone of a million years of reflections?

I breath my own dawn, each and every day...

Dimension Z

2006-04-06T11:01:00.000+10:00

RE: The art of the mix tape.

Dimension Z mix

So much time in the current eletronic music scene is now spent on the dance element of the culture. In this struggle to create mixes and produce music that is suited to a constantly pumped, or vibed floor, there has been a loose of an art. It still exisists, don't doubt that, but there is a general oversight by many of those so enthralled in the scene, an oversight of the beauty of a mix tape. A mix that is not designed for the dance floor, a mix that is not designed to always give the same old sensual pleasure, but mixes which are designed to create moods, to take the listener out of the standard zone of comfort. Mixtapes have the ability to give so more meaning to music that already holds such a powerful sway on the consumer. Junxtopsed in various ways amoungst other sounds and aural pleasures, particular music can take on new forms. This re-difinition is a post modern out take, a side effect of the combination of mediums, artists and comsumers. It is a art unto itself.

Dimension Z is just that. A subliminal mix of ultra-chill soundscapes, downbeat vocal tunage, sampled subliminal messages and a touch of the funk that can not be ignored. There is more to this mix than just meets the ear. Expect the unexpected and enjoy the ride... This is ear phone music from the best of times, for the worst of times, from the underlands of BourneCity, Dboy Down Under gives you Dimension Z.

Dimension Z mix
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TRACKLIST
Purr / Sun Comes Up Inside a Big Strawberry
Earth To Infinity / Soylent Green
T Power / Interlude
DJ Spooky / Pandemonium
Beber & Tamra / Oh Well
DJ Krush / Ha-Doh
Wunder / Noitz's Kakao
Kid Loco / Flyin' On (kicksmix)
Oval vs Yoshihro Hanno/ James Joice
Oval vs Yoshihro Hanno + Oval vs Main + David Shea / Marcel Duchamp
Scola Hungarcia
William De Vaughn / Be Thankful For What You've Got
Lamb / Trans Fatty Acid (Kruder and Dorfeister Remix)
Luke Slater / Weave Your Web
Beber & Tamra / Breakdown
Klute / Torrential Pain
Unkle / Glow

Reflections from Distance

2006-04-05T13:30:00.000+10:00

Preparations to depart are underway. A land far North awaits me, a land with a history much older than any Western conception. The big wet may have just ended in time, the rivers will flow with the juice of the world and the sky will bustle with chants from those with wings. The Twin Falls will flow freely, not something that can always be expected.

My departure from rituals reminds me how closely these things, these people, these items connect me to what I perceive as my identity. Those close to my heart, who lay gently on my chest, are already missed, already envied, already despised in the many moods that connect to me lack of presence. Unwanted feeling, but unavoidable. It is in emotions, in connections, in desire that these feeling are born, and those things alone make any suffering worth it.

A reflection beams back at you, distorted through a mirrored view. A land of concrete, of blue summer skies, of fenced in areas. BourneCity is there, in this disco view, three times over, the ground, the structures and the sky. I will fly away, to a land of no fences, no concrete, no structures, but just that which was there before us. Marked only by ancient ones, marked only by a need to communicate the feeling the land offered, a feeling that those close offered. It is in the markings, in the needs, in the closeness that we find out what we truly miss, what we truly need...

View from the Underlands

2006-04-04T15:09:00.000+10:00

During reconnaissance in London during 2005 I visited sites of appeal to the Movement. The Crackhouse Zoo brought forward images of the urban environment that so many of us find appealing. The desolate, yet reconstructed vitalage of the area manipulated the emotional control of the consumer. Many great have graced the walls around Bricklane, and many have followed in their path. The End led me their, led me through the darkness to the sites that drew such a vision to me that I was compelled to continue the journey as far out as it could be. Levels of twisted space, land of use to no one but those with only the pleasures of the Movement in mind. This place may have been a haven for the filth of the dirty side of the Movement, but for me, it drew close to what I know is at the heart of what is to come.

Recovery Options

2006-04-04T14:45:00.000+10:00

Keep it underland. The image is not essential, but if you are on the this tip, then you will have this in your nature anyway.

Under the Cover

2006-04-04T11:39:00.000+10:00

Resistance is not the only form we have at our disposal. Illusion is closer to hand. Disception, doubt, the creative of wonder leads to more recruitments to the Movement. They move under the cover, under the guise of not knowing. However in the darkness sounds represent only what our imagination allows. What is that sound? It moves towards you, creates wonder, then your insecurity leads to doubt.

Listen to the words that are allocated to your space, and also look for that which is not. For most of what is directed at you, is intended with meaning. Most of what is hidden, holds more truth than the obvious. Stretch to capture this, elude the doubt, create for yourself a certainty and it will lead you away from failure. The vision you create will become the reality you encounter. The movement will back you, will stand with you, will encounter your reality. The Movement is your reality. You must dream up the world you want to live in... Then dream out loud.

Doubt is a powerful and all encompassing tool. Wonder may have postive conotations, but to doubt, to leave to chance, to not hold faith in, this will only lead to weakness. Doubt is not a sensation to be taken lightly. Not a feeling that can be shrugged off ones consciouness easily. The Creation of doubt in the minds of others is a powerful and tremendous tool. To leave doubt un-checked, the reciever would have to realise ones self as but a fool...

Welcome to BourneTown

2006-04-01T15:47:00.000+11:00

The last of the summer sun bares down in drunken souls. Lost in the days after the nights. Gathered in packs, emerged in conversations that elude to the movement. Deprived minds seek to create an exit, escapism is rife. The youth can not be stopped, it will never stop. The BourneTown style is unmistakable. I have traveled to foreign lands, as far from this city as I could get. Nothing has ever compared to me the allure of the BourneTown. This kids, cats and players know only to well the subtleties that bring this place to its current point. It is a golden age, the feeling is inescapable. Scenes on top of scenes share a common bond only in their own pride? Unity is not a given, but underneath the movement can be seen. You only need to scratch the surface to discover a emerging underland. Seek and you shall find the feeling you quest.

The night tears away the light. It brings out the other side of the city. Crews emerge with new found confidence, renewed excitement, keen faces and altered motives. This is BourneTown, don?t sleep.

Day One

2006-03-31T11:07:00.000+11:00

Recovery effort is underway. The broken will not be left with out assistance. The movement is gradual, but it a movement none the less. Information is at OUR hands, but we must move the ensure that THEY also have access.

The writing is indeed on the walls, the images of a movement stencilled in anger, in protest, or simply because we can. The images are unforgettable. The Movement unstoppable.

Welcome to Electrobe, your entry into the underlands.