This sample is about sudden change of feelings (inducted by the instrumentation of the audio work).

We thank you for attending this event which begins in april of 26-th.
The whole event should be understood as an absolute humble tribute to those who have no guilt and who were hard receivers of anything since then, from physiological to mental. So, first of all this is exclusevely about those too many individuals and then about our ability to project this on everything that surrounds us!

P R I V A T C A F E is thanking you

A STATEMENT FOR ABSOLUTELY NON-COMMERCIAL MUSIC STYLE
A visual and audio experimental band called PRIVATCAFE .
A friendship “project” basicly started …just..31 years ago, today developing into an emergent sound experience….

Experimental sound, based on non-musical , theoretical, sometimes scientific impulses. Practically P R I V A T C A F E is intended to become an audioreflected ” device ” of a [subjectevely supposed] non manipulated audioimage.
Groups activity is not really typical in order to promote a certain musical category. The ignorance in selfpromoting the individuals of the group is fairly objective in a overpersonalised musical market. The essential should remain in any circumstance the mainflow of the center line message.

P R I V A T C A F E ’ S

M A N I F E S T O A G A I N S T M U S IC 2011

The present manifesto was not meant to hail or overestimate our personal and partly subjective approach, but to discredit this limited and general understanding of the concept of sound /music /noise or any forms of audio expression.
The way that society reflects its boundaries are truly well measurable in the way that groups of individuals are accepting the information that controls the taste of sound [ music ] itself. This is nothing less then a covered form of clear limitation of self expression in having untroubled access to sound enjoyment.
The audio expression of any kind is disabeled for the masses. Just preseted records are having access to the general public. Any too radical expression forms are sent at the very edge of this level. Despite of so many clear proofs, both, the general public and the profesionals of the branch are reflecting so wrong the quality of an audio production / record, in the brand image or in his theoretical background. Sound expression qualities are reduced to the level that serves the major interests of the industry that produce and reproduce the final piece. The audience is forced to look at the most irrelevant parts of the audio production. In classical music, consumer
masses are „teached to enjoy” what „must be enjoyed” Aesthetical value is not to be percepted individually, but it was told to feel in a certain way, at a certain moment of the production. That’s how are born some sort of guardians of a certain type of audio production who are sharing a teached experience that has been never filtered through his virgin senses. The other different parts of the musical palette are in almost complete control, by definition.
Music/ sound/noise construction was not designed to be pre-selected for any random auditory. Individuals of any kind are used to accept in a silent agreement this poorly minimal shape of what have become the large concept of music/sound/noise. This agressive intervention is fakening the whole range of audio enjoyment. Sound /music /noise shouldn’t be aestetically propertised in their freedom of being enjoyed. In a really solid way, audio enjoyment is now a definition for a predefined state of reception. The auditory in his great majority has absolutely no connection whatsoever with the real process of free deliberation. The choosing process for the „great-big public” is practically self-deliberating.
In terms of ethical value, sound /music /noise is constantly changeable and is not intended to restrain his shooting range in order to amuse, entertain or depress. Any other sensorial intermitence that is not included in the big black book of the Music Industry is right at the top of the forbidden scale. So, music receptors, entertainers with or without degree, passengers, trip tellers,are right on the very other side of a movement that started itself.

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A writer is a master of words…
Our good friend Maude is one of a kind…
She’s a master of feelings, introspection and philosophy…using just words.
If you read her rows below, you’ll see why…

Black – white TARANTULA

I dare for more. I dare to stigmatize the age of egotism. It was the first mask, The Revival of Freedom no Boredom to last for more this lays within collapsed Truth. On Egotism’s facetted were hidden form all – as above as bellow- like self-defence to human behaviour. Thoughts have to be declared as resources of mind’s exploration to be as much as you could. A thought could tear apart you self-breath as like heart stoned in the centre of the World. We have lost all the rest and peace, we are dying beneath our self-improved fears. It has got struggles your wits like never before, are you there to contemplate this vivid mood?!I was there before you have come to speak for my emptiness. And the universal arises from high-spirited colours like rainbow. Too many times I have wandered for nothing in common with the rest of mankind’s breed. I do not belong to obscure and promiscuous fate of Man. I am like I was have never been before: DREAM.

20.04.2011 By Maude

The essence of Boredom

The ridiculous creatures of everyday life could appear scandalous to anyone whose counterpart will be an bondage of an social CREDO that cannot be measured by stupid acts, idiotic words and chaotic thoughts.
We are ordering for certain to uncertain where is our liberty from all of it?! Our RIDICULOUS GENERATION OF FORSAKEN have to contemplate the euphoric echo like promptitude. I could hear the vagueness into shrieks dwelling to someone’s lost thoughts to an daily incandescence of hope.
20.04.2011 Maude – Silenced Slaughter

DREAM ON
Dream on icy glances of afternoon’s
To raindrops in the wind falling apart
My dreams to dream on
My hope to dream on
My lust for dreaming less
Turn the light off
Enjoy your own dream on
Yesterday is not today
Dream on
You cannot forgotten :BREATHE
20.04.2011 By Maude

Lost Passages: Timeless
Into lost passages I call thy
Dust of faith
With stormy shadows upon my will
And lonely words fall for a while
Or two for praying to blurry moon
Warm-hearted sights beneath the wall
And flew like dream
To their bleak soul
To purify
Unknown paths in light it cluster
Ask the dusk
20.04.2011 By Maude

Seeker
Behold its passions of the crowd
Into letters of grieves released
For a silent journey to :THERE
20.04.2011 By Maude

Maude’s wanders:
I am timeless, restless and horrid seeker of the genuine crowd
Whose dreams are catalepsy of a frosted wing in spelling the concept of dualism.

14.02.2011
Excerpt from Arbore scent Souls
Hello Mankind, Goodbye mischievous scars of time up to broken chalices. I pray for nothing and I have dreamed to conquer the world. Into every day’s mirror humanity should appear as my last and first love. Beyond unknown to fear humanity shall be an infinity of shores from time to time and I must be acquainted by breathless hopes into the air. It might be wrong from me to believe in such a thing: those entwined souls are lasted for more than a week into my thought- there were no capacities to perceive like me. An firmed conspiracy of senses could define human being as an defeated lust to hazard. Don’t try to judge none on an empty stage. Shall I?! I have thrown away traditionalist views because they were be dead and gone before it will be arise. Now I sit alongside with catalepsy and we’re both joining the universal horizon. Erase the deadline! I should be known about MIMES OF LIFE. The resonance was ruined by smuggled faces of MIMS.
Erase the daemons deeply like an echo of divine contemplation of LUST. Rehearsed moments in time, fascinating?!It’s almost unbelievable.
The embodiment of justice is agonizing ex-temporis and braking up with serene claustrophobia, but the corollary of juxtapositions were undefined torches of hypnotised desire of TO BE AT PAST TENSE.
DAMNED BE!I have been longing for hybrid lashes and I have been known to think of humanity beyond its false imagery of knowledge.
When hope is broken into pieces though life should be defined by spirited view of unbound fiends. This is life like restless fiends of the world’s.
Let it be freedom for all though I unbound its immaculate torch for a key to the FUTURE.

2010-2011

p.s. enjoy your reading!

This is our friend’s art gallery. Please feel free to comment…

Ioana’s amazing photos are so unique…Just look at the message, balance, lights and shades of the photos…and you will get the vibrant feelings embedded in them…

Our friend, Adriana Pelin is a true master of fine arts. Check out the gallery and a her short note…

“About me…Adriana Pelin
My digital artworks are a window towards my inner self, the fantastic coloured world a dream about and the mixture of magic hues, surprising textures and exquisite senses…they come alive trough my printed canvases or posters and, hopefully, open our eyes and door towards a possible startling parallel universe…
I kindly invite you to catch a glimpse of the enchanting world I see through my mind’s translucent yet smoked glass, my vivid dreams full of looming shadows and bursts of light, glowing sun on an unreal sky, the city at sundown, untamed vegetation budding in my magic garden, wet drops of fresh hope, and….the urban jungle I survive in day by day…hope you enjoy taking a surreal voyage through the window I now unlock for you…”