| My name is Martin. With many
variations, I am the Supersonic Guerilla (represent TerrorDrome IV). The Bio: Martin Roth (aka the Supersonic Guerilla) was born in Malaysia, moved to Switzerland, to Michigan, to North Carolina, and then to New York. And why does it all matter? It doesn't, but its part of the backstory. Martin studied the piano for seven years, and that didn't seem to matter much either until he began to think about music a little bit more critically. Piano was boring, and what was more interesting were little waveforms and filters and modulators, oh, and computers too. Along came Impulse Tracker and then all of the MIDI gear and then Jeskola Buzz. Parents, keep your children away from these terrible things; these are the gateway interests that inevitably lead to a serious vinyl addiction! Or is it the other way around? Irrelavent. Fortunately, Martin is able to support his electronic music habit without the need to steal, lie, or cheat others for it. In fact, much like a bad mood, he likes nothing more than to share his vice with others @_@; And so, ladies and gentlemen, we are here to present to you tonight, the Supersonic Guerilla (pronounced <<Gerillya>>). From the shadows of da intanational concrete jungle, SG attacks with drum and bass from the farthest reaches of the resonance knob. The 303 ain't got nuthin' (respect and represent to the 303). So you see, 59 is quite the mysterious personality! Some deny his existance (SEE bigfoot; yeti; loch ness monster; phd). And some claim to know SSG quite well. Some *even* claim that SuperSG has a soft spot for intelligent drum and bass. But such allegations have mostly been relgated to the trash tabloids found at your local supermarket. Do not underestimate the situation, 559's heart is as cold as the stone beneath your feet. Here is a short bio: The Supersonic Guerilla attacks from the shadows of the international concrete jungle with sounds from the farthest reaches of the resonance knob. All that remains in the smoking rubble are mangled beats. But the Supersonic Guerilla is not without pity; a few wispy fragments of Intelligent will help ease the journey to the afterlife. And a short one with something a bit more conventional: Moved to the US from Switzerland, the Supersonic Guerilla is currently developing his sound in the faw away reaches of Upstate New York. SuperSG559 attacks with an arsenal of dark step, leftfield, and intelligent. The Lausanne Mix (March 29, 2002) : BROWsNSsUGAR tracklist Martin Roth (August 18, 2002) : Intra Continental; Bhaskar'sMarriage tracklist Soldier Ant (September 30, 2002) : emoticon (the >.< mix) tracklist DJSG (Sunday, June 15, 2003) : Slumming it in Cleveland (the I-90 mix) tracklist == The Catalog == == Martin's Wish List == edited occasionally.............. == sometime in May, 2003 == Flawless mixes are nice, but there is something rather impersonal about them, don't you think? I have seen it written, out and around, that there are two kinds of mixes. The snapshot of a moment, and the mix to stand the test of time. In my mind, the latter is the flawless type, while the former remains an intimate recording of a moment, a mood, a feeling. Now don't get me wrong! There are plenty of flawless mixes out there that build a phenomenal mood; Mark Farina's Mushroom Jazz series comes to mind. We've all made mixes, some good some bad. Why are they bad though? Trainwreck? Poor flow? Of course, sometimes we don't want to let these things out the door. But what I am talking about has more to do with the small slipups, such as the momentary misaligning of beats. The occasional perfectionist that I am, details like that have caused me a lot of grief. But now I wonder, maybe its ok!? The listener knows that there was a human behind it all. Someone perhaps fallible, but is that a crime!? Does it detract from the listening experience? I'm not so sure anymore! You hear the flaw, small as it may be, and maybe you realize that someone was behind those decks and lost control of the situation for a moment. But is was a human moment. And maybe that makes up for the flaw? And maybe it even adds more to the experience than a flawless mix ever could? |