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ALTAYA
Altaya - A Deep/Organic House producer and DJ. A resident of "Deseract", "Intentional Vibez" in Los Angeles. A frequent guest of Pure Ibiza Radio and it’s show “Hydrated”. A frequent guest of KChung Radio and it’s show “Deep Hour”. His sound can best be described as pure magic. His musical taste now crystallized into a symbiosis of melodic symphonic Organic and melodic Deep Hose. With his music, he immerses party guests in a deep, magnetic ecstasy where they find it impossible to stand still. His sets are reminiscent of paintings from the Renaissance era - They're fresh, informative, iconic, and tell a tale of something mysterious and bright. Since Altaya first got behind the turntables in 2000, his journey took him through several cities in which he always left his mark. He was a resident of the legendary, world-famous Buddha Bar in Moscow and St. Petersburg. He shook the walls of Moscow’s Maxim Bar, Garage After Party, Mix, Shatush, Home Sweet Home, Friendly, and many more.
Altaya - Deep and Tech House DJ звучание которого можно описать как “завораживающее”. Его музыкальный вкус начал формироваться в 2000 году и выкристаллизовался в симбиоз мягкого напористого Tech и возвышенного мелодичного Deep. Своей музыкой он погружает гостей вечеринок в глубокий магнетический экстаз где у них нет шанса устоять на месте. Его сеты как картины художников эпохи ренессанс - свежи, содержательны, лаконичны и непременно повествуют о чем то загадочном и светлом. С тех пор как в 2000г. Altaya впервые встал за вертушки он сменил несколько городов в каждом из которых оставил свой след. Он был резидентом легендарного мирового брэнда “Buddha Bar” в Москве и Санкт-Петербурге. Сотрясал стены Московских “Maxim Bar”, “Garage Afterparty”, “Mix”, “Shatush”, “Home Sweet Home”, “Friendly” and more. Сейчас Altaya является резидентом "Deseract" and "Intentional Vibez" в Los Angeles.
Naevalesse Findébaer i síla vael,Linneth aearon thal, míriel nu fuin.Tiriel amar henar — lû e-gwind naor,Ar pethain lû vaelae anor vi imloth.Úravel thar-lassen, ithil vîr na cher;Ethael sîdh-gwenn, thalion min lû.Palanor en-estel, glawar lin pan-lûdh,Ar calen glîr tîr dân aear.Mi-vethril vi galadh, vi lû na amar,Ir talan danchath — i guren lîn nestad.Narmë lin pennas, gîl en-lû e-wend,Ar gwennathon amar aearon vi glîr.
Elaine bláth, fáen eith,Suil esse, lath an leith.Sûl lanne: eya, eya,Liléa selen na ssa.Elaine bláth, mirh aen lín,Caer venne n’loren dín.Aelirin linna mír aeth,Liléa n’vethae, ssaeth.Laesse, laesse — tiri minné,Sílna gwennel aer ané.Elaine bláth, fáen eith,Tir n’aesse, lath an sídh.
What a pleasant night that was... First day of Burn. So many special people. Everything is fresh and all fun is just ahead...
Altaya's Diary: New Era: Curiouser and Curiouser...Day 1: ArrivalI’ve returned to Earth, drawn by the call of the desert. The vastness of the playa welcomes me, and I feel the familiar magic in the air. This journey, I sense, will be different—more profound than ever before.___Day 2: The AwakeningThe city awakens with the dawn, a labyrinth of art and imagination. The Earthlings greet me with gifts, each one a piece of their soul. I’m captivated by their creativity, by the way they manifest dreams into reality.___Day 3: The Fire WithinTonight, the desert was ablaze with fire dancers and the beat of drums. The energy was primal, stirring something deep within me. I feel a growing desire to contribute my own magic to this extraordinary gathering.___Day 4: The InvitationToday, fellow travelers invited me to share my music at several gatherings. I’m thrilled at the opportunity to weave my melodies into the fabric of this place, to leave my mark on this world.___Day 5: The First PerformanceUnder the night sky, I performed my first set. The music flowed through me, connecting us all in a moment of shared magic. The experience was timeless, the memory of it already etched in my soul.___Day 6: The EchoesA quiet day of reflection. I revisited the places where my music had resonated, feeling the echoes still in the air. The Earthlings’ gratitude humbled me, their words affirming the impact of my melodies.___Day 7: The GatheringAnother performance, this time more intimate. Under the stars, I played softer, more introspective music. The connection with those gathered was deep, the peace profound—a contrast to the wild energy of previous nights.___Day 8: The GiftThe Earthlings presented me with a gift—a beautifully crafted instrument, a symbol of our shared bond. It’s a reminder of this journey and the magic we’ve created together.___Day 9: FarewellIt’s time to leave this world of wonder. As I pack, memories swirl around me like the desert winds. This journey has transformed me, and I’ll carry the echoes of this place with me until we meet again, Burning Man.___Will I come back next year?Did I even get back from this one...
Once upon a time, in a land where summer forests were filled with magic, there lived a little girl named Lily. One warm evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned a brilliant shade of orange, Lily decided to take a walk through the nearby forest.The path before her was lined with ancient trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Fireflies danced around her, their tiny lights twinkling like stars fallen to earth. As she walked, a faint and beautiful melody reached her ears, floating through the air like a whisper.Curious and enchanted, Lily followed the music deeper into the forest. With each step, the melody grew clearer and louder, wrapping around her like a warm hug. The fireflies seemed to guide her, forming a sparkling trail along the path.Lily's heart raced with excitement as she ventured further. The forest around her grew denser, the trees taller and more majestic. The music swelled, filling the air with a joyous tune that made her feet dance on their own. She twirled and spun, the fireflies swirling around her in a mesmerizing display.Finally, the path opened up into a magnificent glade. The sight before her took her breath away. The glade was bathed in a soft, golden light, and at its center was a grand party unlike any Lily had ever seen. Mythical creatures of all kinds were gathered, celebrating together in harmony.There were graceful fairies with shimmering wings, gentle centaurs with eyes full of wisdom, mischievous elves with laughter in their voices, and elegant unicorns with coats as white as snow. In the middle of it all, a band of woodland creatures played the beautiful music that had drawn Lily here.The creatures welcomed her with open arms, their eyes sparkling with kindness. They danced and sang, their joy infectious. Lily joined in the festivities, her heart soaring with happiness. She danced with the fairies, laughed with the elves, and even rode on the back of a majestic unicorn.The night wore on, but the magic of the glade never faded. The mythical creatures treated Lily like one of their own, and she felt a deep sense of belonging. As the first light of dawn began to peek through the trees, the music slowly quieted, and the creatures bid her a fond farewell.Lily made her way back home, her heart full of the wonders she had witnessed. She knew that the memory of that magical night would stay with her forever, a beautiful secret shared with the enchanting beings of the summer forest.And so, whenever she heard the distant strains of music carried on the breeze, she would smile, knowing that somewhere deep in the forest, the mythical creatures were still celebrating, waiting for the day she would return.
Once upon a January night in a secluded village shrouded in mist, there lived a young man named Ansell. As the village prepared for its grand annual celebration, Ansell received peculiar invitations that seemed to materialize from the ethereal depths of the forest. Eager to unravel the mysteries that whispered through the frosty air, he set out on his bicycle, the moon above glowing with an enigmatic golden hue.The village, cloaked in a silvery fog, felt like a gateway to another realm as Ansell pedaled through the mist-laden streets. The outlines of houses were blurred by an otherworldly veil. Beyond the village's edge, the forest awaited, its secrets veiled in the icy embrace of January.The moon, a cryptic guide in the winter night sky, cast an elusive light upon the snow-laden path. As Ansell delved into the heart of the forest, the air grew colder, and the trees, standing like ancient guardians, whispered secrets only the winter winds could comprehend. His bicycle wheels left imprints on the snow, each turn revealing silver glints, as if the forest floor hid a mosaic of forgotten tales beneath its January blanket.The journey through the woods seemed endless, the silence broken only by the mysterious echoes of his surroundings. The towering pines, draped in veils of frost, held secrets passed down through the ages. The path unfolded like a riddle, winding through ancient groves and hidden clearings beneath the January moon's watchful eye.Emerging from the mystical depths, Ansell found himself on the outskirts of a celebration bathed in an eerie glow. The village square, transformed into an enigmatic winter tableau, welcomed him with an atmosphere that hinted at enchantments yet to be revealed.Ansell parked his bicycle, the silver glares from the snow clinging to its wheels like traces of a spectral journey through the January night. The distant strains of haunting melodies and muffled laughter echoed through the air, guiding him toward the heart of the clandestine January gathering.Underneath the watchful gaze of the golden moon, Ansell and his friends danced in a mysterious rhythm, their laughter weaving into the shadows cast by the ancient trees. As the January night unfolded, the winter forest retained its secrets, sharing only glimpses of its enigmatic tales with those who dared to venture into its depths.And so, in the heart of that cryptic January night, a young man named Ansell's journey through the bewitching winter forest led him to a celebration where mysteries and magic converged, leaving a trace of secrets lingering beneath the January moon's enigmatic glow.
I can't recall the exact date of this breathtaking sunrise, but the memory of it remains vivid. Amidst the whirlwind of experiences during that Burn, this particular sunrise stands out as exceptionally warm and soul-stirring. I'm deeply grateful to the "Dacha" community for their hospitality, kindness, and love.
I feel it coming. With the greatest pleasure, I am presenting this beautiful Christmas gift to you! Wish you a magical Christmas event! It is almost here.
... The angel of the water laughed. This time he laughed for a long, very long time and it seemed to me as if he were expanding above me into a huge electric cloud from which lightning was about to strike. But it ended differently-the heavenly laughter seemed to exhaust him, and the chapel returned to its former appearance. The angel shrank to the size of his statue-and I realized that our conversation had exhausted him.
When icy winter comes, it is unforgiving to all things young, tender and insecure. One must grow beyond youthful uncertainty to survive. Maturity and determination are necessary. Seeing the courageous, solid way that trees prepare for winter helps me appreciate the lessons I’ve learned. — Thich Nhat Hanh
When icy winter comes, it is unforgiving to all things young, tender and insecure. One must grow beyond youthful uncertainty to survive. Maturity and determination are necessary. Seeing the courageous, solid way that trees prepare for winter helps me appreciate the lessons I’ve learned. — Thich Nhat Hanh
Let me introduce you this beautiful mix dedicated to the recently hosted "DecaDance" party in Los Angeles. I appreciate your attention to my podcasts of the "Logos" series, so I try to create for you whole pictures painted with the best melodies of Organic and Deep House music. Enjoy!
Your body may stay in the same room, but your spirit... You will rise above the sleeping city and fly over the rooftops, straight to the skies. You'll fly straight up to the stars and whip the dust off the stars to reach the moon. You go back to where you have never been, flying over the magnificent palaces of Bombay, the domes of Moscow's cathedrals, the empty streets of New York at night, and you come home again. Enjoy your trip!
Look! Look into my eyes. See the stars? Look deeper! See the galaxies? Now look deeper! Do you see millions of fractals lined up in this bizarre magnetic structure? It's all me... And I'm here for you! Because nothing is more important to me than you. And all the atoms of the universe that make up all that exists are arranged this way, just so that you can be! So that you can be in the moment of my love for you! And there is nothing but that moment. The past is unprovable! The future is undeterminable! There is only this moment. Live, baby! Live and remember there's nothing else. And I'm always there! Whatever you are.
This beautiful composition was inspired by very deep feeling of my soul. I felt that "The One" Almighty touched my heart and shows me what the world really is. Thru the specific historical moment and very special person, the great architect of the universe show me how magical structures of this planet, connected, moved and play with each other. It was a Revelation. With great pleasure, kind and respect I representing you my first work. Please enjoy!
Snow, snow is falling from the sky. In every snowflake the sky gives us, there is a note. The snow falls to the ground and turns into music. Music that you can hear, feel and even see! This music changes everything. It erases all heavy thoughts and raises to the heavens, filling everything with itself. That's what I wish you in the new year! Let all the events in your life be turned into music that sounds as pleasant as every track in this mix!
With all kind and respect to musicians(producers)who became a part of this beautiful mix! Thank you for giving us this soul treatment! 🙏🏻
There's music so alive you can even feel it. It writes images in your head so real, so tangible that you can literally see them moving and living life. It tells stories that are more believable than life itself! And now you literally stumble across the confirmation of their reality... With great appreciation to artists who become a part of this work, I present you this new old story.
Ты волна моя морская, Своенравная волна, Как, покоясь иль играя, Чудной жизни ты полна!
Ты на солнце ли смеешься, Отражая неба свод, Иль мятешься ты и бьешься В одичалой бездне вод, –
Сладок мне твой тихий шепот, Полный ласки и любви; Внятен мне и буйный ропот, Стоны вещие твои.
Будь же ты в стихии бурной То угрюма, то светла, Но в ночи твоей лазурной Сбереги, что ты взяла.
Не кольцо, как дар заветный, В зыбь твою я опустил, И не камень самоцветный Я в тебе похоронил.
Нет – в минуту роковую, Тайной прелестью влеком, Душу, душу я живую Схоронил на дне твоем.
The story which was never happened, but it so real. About the persons who never exist, but you can feel them. About places which you might never visited, but they are show up so easy in your mind. With great appreciation to artists who become a part of this work, I present you this new old story.
Ты волна моя морская, Своенравная волна, Как, покоясь иль играя, Чудной жизни ты полна!
Ты на солнце ли смеешься, Отражая неба свод, Иль мятешься ты и бьешься В одичалой бездне вод, –
Сладок мне твой тихий шепот, Полный ласки и любви; Внятен мне и буйный ропот, Стоны вещие твои.
Будь же ты в стихии бурной То угрюма, то светла, Но в ночи твоей лазурной Сбереги, что ты взяла.
Не кольцо, как дар заветный, В зыбь твою я опустил, И не камень самоцветный Я в тебе похоронил.
Нет – в минуту роковую, Тайной прелестью влеком, Душу, душу я живую Схоронил на дне твоем.
It was in the dream. It happened somewhere behind the clouds. The story about beautiful city in the sky. A city woven from the harmony and grace of music. A city waiting for those who seek it and aspire to it. Every street in it is an encyclopedia of infinite wisdom. And every house is a planet with its own laws. There are rivers full of mysterious sounds and trees making hypnotic noise. In this city every inhabitant is unique as stars in boundless space, but is a part of one Logos.
With great gratitude to each musician whose works are presented in this mix and respect to each of its listeners.
All signals received from space are carefully selected and responsibly placed in this mix. All the planets that reflected such beautiful signals are appreciated. The mix is respectfully presented to the listeners of author's series "LOGOS" by Anton Altaya.
Imagine yourself looking into a dark night sky full of frozen stars. Lying in pleasant company on the roof of a train running through endless snowy fields. A frosty wind bites your cheeks and fingers, carrying you away into thick snow-covered forests full of fabulous animals. From the open windows of the carriages you can clearly hear the music chasing the wheels sliding on the rails in time. The train is smoothly gaining speed rushing to big beautiful cities full of life, waiting for the holiday. You descend into the very first carriages where artists, ballerinas and musicians prepare for their performances with reverence. Enter the next carriage full of masked guests gossiping about some important future events. You salute, and aspire to the next one. Here is a fascinating game of cards and there is such a mist of tobacco that it is difficult even to walk. You can feel the train slowing down and through the windows of the next carriage you can see people walking along the wide river in the center of the evening city. You break into the next carriage where other guests led by an important person from the capital are moving in a slow and graceful dance. Smoothly rounding them so as not to destroy the harmony, you open the next door, behind which the officers are singing their song loudly. After rewarding you for your participation with a glass of sparkling, they take you with a friendly embrace to the carriage where the world opera star, to the accompaniment of the gypsies, sings an aria to drunken generals. Barely escaping from this chaos, you find yourself in a dark, illuminated of candle and lights wagon, full of dancing young people. In the shimmering windows passes the very center of the capital with its bridges, galleries and palaces full of people. The train slows down and the smoke from its chimney envelops everything so that nothing can be seen but the dark space, at the far end of which a young fortune-teller looks at you. She is the card reading and it gets cold by her eyes. Her eyes are full of stars in the dark night sky. You find yourself lying on the roof of a train running through endless snow fields...
With the deepest respect I present you a new multifaceted journey, this time through magical Asia. Through India to Nepal, Myanmar, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Sri Lanka and back. I am infinitely grateful to the outstanding musicians whose works have become the shining elements of the mosaic of this mix, so beautifully formed in the picture on which I painted Asia. This is a musical adventure filled with love I would like to dedicate to a recently lost friend whose origins come from this continent. He quickly became an important part of the family and did so much for us! He taught us to take care of, respect, share, love and be responsible. We pray for you and wish you a bright journey! See you soon.
С глубочайшим уважением представляю вам новое многогранное путешествие, на этот раз по волшебной Азии. Через Индию к Непалу, Мьянме, Вьетнаму, Тайланду, Малайзии, Сингапуру, Индонезии, Шри Ланке, и обратно. Я бесконечно признателен выдающимся музыкантам чьи работы стали сияющими элементами мозаики этого микса, так красиво сложившимися в картину на которой я рисовал Азию. Это музыкальное приключение наполненное любовью, я хотел бы посвятить недавно ушедшему другу происхождение которого исходит из этого континента. Он очень быстро стал важной частью семьи и так много для нас сделал! Он учил нас заботиться, уважать, делиться, любить и быть ответственными. Мы молимся за тебя и желаем тебе светлого путешествия! До скорой встречи.
I more then happy to share my experience of the time travel to beautiful Europe! It is based on my deep impression by this music given by god. I was impressed of every single pice of art(track) in this mix and very appreciate the talent of Musicians who was represent they compositions to the world in the period of past 3 month. So let yourself a travel in time to wonderful places and events in good old Europe. Please enjoy it!
A stroll in late spring evening through a fairytale forest full of wise mushrooms, dancing trees and giggling elves. Sensitively supervised by a forest sorceress.