i remember listening to this song as a little kid like 14 years ago in the backseat of my dad’s car. i always thought he had the sickest beats. i’ve always been obsessed with percussive music and this explains a lot
OH MY GAWD I LOVE THIS SONG. It's the first song (after a brief intro beat) on one either the 5th or 6th Stadium Nightclub anniversary CD. The album is a DJ mixtape titled "Let's the Music Speak" [sic]. All of Stadium's "anniversary" mixtapes came packaged in a shrinkwrapped cardboard envelope. I have Let's the Music Speak, and there's a track list on the back of the cardboard "case" that includes track durations but absolutely no artist information for any of the songs. That place was fucking legendary. Like the antethisis of Dante's 9 circles of hell, Stadium had five floors - pool tables on the first; second floor was what we called "the cold room" with blue lighting, booths, and the a/c cranked to arctic for those on the smaller dancefloor who couldn't stop moving but were overheating on the larger, crowded 4th floor. No idea what was on the third level, but the fourth was a giant ecstasy den filled with people from all over the world, including the DJs. A really large dancefloor with a stage at the front for the more showy dancers (or those who simply wanted to see everyone else dancing at the same time). There were multiple bars, and while I know they did sell alcohol, they were more famous for their 8,000 Rp, ice cold water bottles. (You could step outside and buy the same water at a warmer temperature from a street stand for 500 Rp.) The fifth floor was basically a balcony floor that circled and overlooked the fourth floor with cozier seating and a couple of VIP bottle service closed off booths that were always filled with the rich and/or famous who didn't want their patronage to become common knowledge. (I got to hang out in one of those once...no idea who the people were that reserved it!) But seriously. You walked in the front door of this place, hopped on the elevator, and the attendant would ask you which floor and how many hits of ecstasy you wanted. They were open from Thursday night until Monday morning and you had to bring sunglasses because entering a club at 11pm, then walking out again only to find yourself slapped in the face with that hot and harsh tropical Indonesian sun was JOLTING.. Sorry, did you say it's fucking TWO PM? Jesus Christ. Taking an ojek (motorcycle taxi, and by motorcycle I mean those little Honda step-through types!) always produced a most welcome, soothing breeze, until you arrived, showered (with your arm over your head to preserve the previous day's blacklight entrance stamp so as to not end up paying cover again), and heading straight back a couple of hours later to state your desired floor and hit count. BUT THIS SONG. OMFG. The amps were everywhere, and they were HUGE. Here I sit almost exactly 20 years later and half a world away, listening to this song on my laptop's tiny, tinny sounding speakers and I can still remember how that bass would just vibrate my whole body. This song was a favourite for EVERYONE who went to Stadium and when the first beats were heard people would drop everything and run screaming to the dancefloor. When "SHOT!" is yelled out and the last half of the song has that wicked increasing intensity it felt like your heart was thumping along with the song and it FELT. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. to actually have this song inside you so hard that your entire system felt like it was synced with it. Sidenote: My boyfriend/future husband who was all rock & roll all the time gave up his Mr. Big and Pantera, etc. for Stadium weekends...EXCEPT when "SHOT" is called out in the song. He would always grin at me then and continue with, "THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME, YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME." :D He'd sync right back up, though. My parents built our family home before I was born and it stayed in my family's possession for 50 years, until my mom couldn't keep it up on her own anymore. It was the only place I ever lived until I was old enough to move out on my own. Stadium is the only other place I've been that comes close to the strength of nostalgia, detail of memories, and that intense but conflicting yearning to return to a place and time that's far in the past. Fucking drugs, eh? So fucking happy to finally find out who created this song and to know my copy of Let's the Music Speak, Stadium's 5th anniversary CD isn't the world's holy grail sole surviving copy of this masterpiece. I miss you, Stadium, and think of you often. The western world has never seen anything close to the likes of you.
i remember listening to this song as a little kid like 14 years ago in the backseat of my dad’s car. i always thought he had the sickest beats. i’ve always been obsessed with percussive music and this explains a lot
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BANGER!!! slave to the dark beat.
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OH MY GAWD I LOVE THIS SONG. It's the first song (after a brief intro beat) on one either the 5th or 6th Stadium Nightclub anniversary CD. The album is a DJ mixtape titled "Let's the Music Speak" [sic]. All of Stadium's "anniversary" mixtapes came packaged in a shrinkwrapped cardboard envelope. I have Let's the Music Speak, and there's a track list on the back of the cardboard "case" that includes track durations but absolutely no artist information for any of the songs.
That place was fucking legendary. Like the antethisis of Dante's 9 circles of hell, Stadium had five floors - pool tables on the first; second floor was what we called "the cold room" with blue lighting, booths, and the a/c cranked to arctic for those on the smaller dancefloor who couldn't stop moving but were overheating on the larger, crowded 4th floor. No idea what was on the third level, but the fourth was a giant ecstasy den filled with people from all over the world, including the DJs. A really large dancefloor with a stage at the front for the more showy dancers (or those who simply wanted to see everyone else dancing at the same time). There were multiple bars, and while I know they did sell alcohol, they were more famous for their 8,000 Rp, ice cold water bottles. (You could step outside and buy the same water at a warmer temperature from a street stand for 500 Rp.) The fifth floor was basically a balcony floor that circled and overlooked the fourth floor with cozier seating and a couple of VIP bottle service closed off booths that were always filled with the rich and/or famous who didn't want their patronage to become common knowledge. (I got to hang out in one of those once...no idea who the people were that reserved it!)
But seriously. You walked in the front door of this place, hopped on the elevator, and the attendant would ask you which floor and how many hits of ecstasy you wanted. They were open from Thursday night until Monday morning and you had to bring sunglasses because entering a club at 11pm, then walking out again only to find yourself slapped in the face with that hot and harsh tropical Indonesian sun was JOLTING.. Sorry, did you say it's fucking TWO PM? Jesus Christ. Taking an ojek (motorcycle taxi, and by motorcycle I mean those little Honda step-through types!) always produced a most welcome, soothing breeze, until you arrived, showered (with your arm over your head to preserve the previous day's blacklight entrance stamp so as to not end up paying cover again), and heading straight back a couple of hours later to state your desired floor and hit count.
BUT THIS SONG. OMFG. The amps were everywhere, and they were HUGE. Here I sit almost exactly 20 years later and half a world away, listening to this song on my laptop's tiny, tinny sounding speakers and I can still remember how that bass would just vibrate my whole body. This song was a favourite for EVERYONE who went to Stadium and when the first beats were heard people would drop everything and run screaming to the dancefloor. When "SHOT!" is yelled out and the last half of the song has that wicked increasing intensity it felt like your heart was thumping along with the song and it FELT. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. to actually have this song inside you so hard that your entire system felt like it was synced with it.
Sidenote: My boyfriend/future husband who was all rock & roll all the time gave up his Mr. Big and Pantera, etc. for Stadium weekends...EXCEPT when "SHOT" is called out in the song. He would always grin at me then and continue with, "THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME, YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME." :D He'd sync right back up, though.
My parents built our family home before I was born and it stayed in my family's possession for 50 years, until my mom couldn't keep it up on her own anymore. It was the only place I ever lived until I was old enough to move out on my own. Stadium is the only other place I've been that comes close to the strength of nostalgia, detail of memories, and that intense but conflicting yearning to return to a place and time that's far in the past.
Fucking drugs, eh?
So fucking happy to finally find out who created this song and to know my copy of Let's the Music Speak, Stadium's 5th anniversary CD isn't the world's holy grail sole surviving copy of this masterpiece.
I miss you, Stadium, and think of you often. The western world has never seen anything close to the likes of you.
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Fire, childhood hit
Enjoy!!!
My childhood😔❤️
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Oh fuck yeah. This a perma-vibe.
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Really? Took me 12 years to find this song 🙄
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better late then never ! come to oscar g Nov 5th in broooookly
Took me 18 years to find this song!🎉🎉🎉
Chills!
Yes, this is the very good. My favorite song 90's. Welcome to channel!🙇🏻♂️
Wow still here in 23 since a jit
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2021????
YES!!! Thanks for listening to this song. Welcome to the channel!
Oh thank you