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    Áò õöÜíïõìå Ýíá íÞìá óôï ïðïßï öéëïäïîþ íá ÷ùñÝóïõí ôá ÐÜíôá áëëÜ, ãéá ëüãïõò öõóéêÞò äéêáéïóýíçò, êáé ôá ... ÊïÜëá!

    Áãáðþ ôüóï ôá ÐÜíôá üóï êáé ôá ÊïÜëá, üìùò, áðü üëï ôï æùéêü âáóßëåéï îå÷ùñéóôÞ èÝóç óôï ìõáëü ìïõ Ý÷åé ï ... Ðëáôýðïäáò. ¼ôáí ïé åðéóôÞìïíåò åßäáí ãéá ðñþôç öïñÜ ôïí ðëáôýðïäá, äåí Þîåñáí ðþò íá ôïí ôáîéíïìÞóïõí. ÌðñïóôÜ ôïõò õðÞñ÷å Ýíá æùíôáíü ðáñÜäïîï, Ýíá Þ äýï êéëÜ ãåìÜôá áíôéöÜóåéò ðïõ áíÝôñåðáí ìåñéêÝò áðü ôéò åðéóôçìïíéêÝò ôïõò ðåðïéèÞóåéò.

    ¸íá ìõáëü áðáéôåß ôçí êáôÜëëçëç äéáôñïöÞ ðñïêåéìÝíïõ íá ðáñáìÝíåé æùíôáíü êáé õãéÝò. ÕøçëÞò ðïéüôçôáò ôñïöÞ ôïõ íïõ ðáñÝ÷åé ôï Ýñãï öéëïóüöùí, ëïãïôå÷íþí, ìïõóéêþí êáé, åí ãÝíåé, êáëëéôå÷íþí üðùò ï Ö. Íßôóå, ï Ê. ÊáóôïñéÜäçò, ï Ì. Öïõêþ, ï Ñ. Ðßñóéãê, ï Ô. Ñüìðéíò, ï ×.Ë. Ìðüñ÷åò, ï Ö. ÆÜððá, ï Ð. ×Üììéëë, ï Ñ. Ãïõüôåñò, ï Æ.Ë. ÃêïíôÜñ, ï Â. ÂÝíôåñò, ï Ôæ. ÔæÜñìïõò êáé ðïëëþí Üëëùí.

    Åðßóçò, ëáôñåýù ôç ÌïõóéêÞ, ôçí õøßóôç ôùí ôå÷íþí.

    Ï ÆÜððá åß÷å ðåé:

    "Information is not knowledge.
    Knowledge is not wisdom.
    Wisdom is not truth.
    Truth is not beauty.
    Beauty is not love.
    Love is not music.
    Music is THE BEST."

    Åðßóçò

    "Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid."

    Ï Íßôóå Ýãñáøå

    “Without music, life would be a mistake.”

    Åðßóçò

    “In music the passions enjoy themselves.”

    Êëåßíïíôáò áõôü ôï åéóáãùãéêü ìÞíõìá èÝëù íá áöéåñþóù Ýíá ôñáãïýäé óôïí ìåãÜëï áðüíôá, ôïí Zonepress ôá ãñáðôÜ ôïõ ïðïßïõ åîáêïëïõèïýí íá ìïõ ðñïóöÝñïõí, åêôüò áðü ãíþóç, áôüöéá áéóèçôéêÞ åêöñáóôéêÞ áðüëáõóç.


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=581ghqT7ESU


    Van Der Graaf Generator - Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

    Existence is a stage on which we pass
    A sleepwalk trick for mind and heart;
    It's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go
    And try to make a start
    At seeing something more
    Than day to day survival, chased by final death
    If I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come
    I wouldn't waste my breath
    Somehow, there must be more

    There was a time when more was felt than known
    But now, entrenched inside my sett
    In light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain:
    We live, we die...and yet?

    In the beginning there was order and destiny
    But now that path has reached the border
    And on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be
    Though the forces which hold us in place
    Last through eons in unruffled grace
    We, too, wear the face of creation

    As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically
    The bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history
    It seems as though time must betray us yet we're alive
    And though I see no God to save us, still we survive
    Through the centuries of progress
    Which don't get us very far
    All illusion! All is bogus...
    We don't yet know what we are

    Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man
    With lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand
    And though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own
    We are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows!
    We might not be there to share it
    If eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it
    If the next life is the best
    Even if there is a heaven when we die
    Endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
    That always comes as answer to the question
    "Why do we see through the eyes of creation?"

    Adrift without a course
    It's very lonely here
    Our only conjecture
    What lies behind the dark
    Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline
    Think of a lifetime which means more than my own one
    Dreams of a grander thing than we are
    Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders...
    When all life is over who can say
    No mutated force shall remain?

    Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay
    Still we know we shall scale the heights some day
    Frightened in the silence, frightened, but thinking very hard
    Let us make computations of the stars

    Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run:
    Faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes...
    Colour blisters, image splinters gravitate
    Towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate
    The universe now beckons
    And Man, too, must take His place;
    Just a few last fleeting seconds
    To wander in the waste
    And the children who were ourselves move on
    Reincarnation stills its now perfected song
    And at last we are free of the bonds of creation

    All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too
    All the throng who have danced a merry tune...
    Human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above
    In the name of all faith and hope and love
    There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too
    There's a time when we all will stand alone and nude
    Naked to the galaxies...naked, but clothed in the overview:
    As we reach Childhood's End we must start anew

    And though dark is the highway
    And the peak's distance breaks my heart
    For I never shall see it, still I play my part
    Believing that what waits for us
    Is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past

    In the death of mere Humans Life shall start!
    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
    Robert M. Pirsig

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    Áöéåñþíù ôï ðáñáêÜôù ôñáãïýäé, ôïõ áåßìíçóôïõ Johnny Cash, óå üëïõò üóïé èåùñïýí üôé ... "bad sound kills good music" ìå ôçí ðñïôñïðÞ íá äþóïõí âÜóç óôïõò åëáöñþò ðáñáðïéçìÝíïõò óôß÷ïé ìÞðùò êáé êÜðïéá óôéãìÞ, áíÜìåóá óå Üëëá, êáôáöÝñïõí íá áñ÷ßóïõí íá âëÝðïõí ôï äÜóïò (áðüëáõóç ôçò ìïõóéêÞò) áíôß ôïõ äÝíôñïõ (ìç÷áíÝò áíáðáñáãùãÞò ìïõóéêÞò).

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlShSNc2dMA


    "A Satisfied Mind"

    How many times have
    You heard someone say
    If I had a pricey setup
    I would listen all day

    But little they know
    That it's so hard to find
    One audiophile
    With a satisfied mind

    Once I was winning
    In fortune and fame
    Everything that I dreamed for
    To get a start in life's game

    Then suddenly it happened
    I sold all I had mined
    And I'm happy so far
    With a satisfied mind

    Money can't buy you
    Aesthetics when you're coarse
    Or a good taste in music
    Or refinement when you¢re hoarse

    The wealthiest person
    Is a pauper at times
    Compared to the man
    With a satisfied mind

    When my life has ended
    And my time has run out
    My friends and my loved ones
    I'll leave there's no doubt

    But one thing's for certain
    When it comes my time
    I'll leave this old world
    With a satisfied mind

    How many times have
    You heard someone say
    If I had a pricey setup
    I would listen all day

    But little they know
    That it's so hard to find
    One audiophile
    With a satisfied mind
    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
    Robert M. Pirsig

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    Åßíáé ðéóôåýù êáëÞ þñá íá óáò ðù êáé Ýíá ìáêñý áíÝêäïôï. ¼óïé Ý÷ïõí short attention span ðáñáêáëïýíôáé åõãåíéêÜ üðùò ðñïóðåñÜóïõí. Íá äéåõêñéíßóù, åðßóçò, üôé ôá áíáöåñüìåíá ðñüóùðá åßíáé åíôåëþò êáé áðïëýôùò öáíôáóôéêÜ. Åßíáé öýóåé áäýíáôï íá õðÜñ÷ïõí ôÝôïéïé ÷áñáêôÞñåò óôçí ðñáãìáôéêÞ æùÞ.

    ÔÝóóåñéò êáëïß ößëïé ìå êïéíÜ åíäéáöÝñïíôá êáé ÷üìðé âãáßíïõí âñáäõíÞ Ýîïäï óå Ýíá ìïäÜôï ìðáñ-ñåóôùñÜí óôá íüôéá ðñïÜóôéá. Ôï ìÝñïò åßíáé ðïëý ôñÝíôõ êáé ðñïóåëêýåé ðïëëïýò óåëÝìðñéôéò ìå áðïôÝëåóìá ï ðïñôéÝñçò/öÝéò êïíôñüëåñ/ìÜíáôæåñ/ðÜìðëéê ñçëÝéóéïíò ðåñóüíá, Ýíáò ðñþçí ìðÜôóïò áñâáíßôéêçò êáôáãùãÞò êáé ìðáôóéêÞò íïïôñïðßáò, íá Ý÷åé ôñåëÞ äïõëåéÜ êáé åõèýíç.

    Ïé ôÝóóåñéò ößëïé ìáò åßíáé ãíùóôïß ôçò éäéïêôçóßáò êáé öéëáñÜêéá ìå ôïí ìÜíáôæåñ ïðüôå ìðáßíïõí áÝñá êáé êáôåõèýíïíôáé óôï ñåæåñâÝ ôñáðÝæé ôïõò.

    Áöïý Ýêáôóáí ï ðñþôïò, Ýíáò íåüðëïõôïò ðïæåñÜò, ðáñáããÝëíåé «Êßñò Ñüãéáë ìå Ôáßôéíãêåñ Âßíôáôæ» êáé, ôé Üëëï, óïýóé. Ï äåýôåñïò, åðéóôÞìùí, ðáñáããÝëíåé óéíãêë ìùëô ãïõßóêõ 150 åôþí êáé ìðñéôæüëá êüìðå ìÞíôéïõì ñåñ. Ï ôñßôïò, åðéóôÞìùí êé áõôüò, ðáñáããÝëíåé ÑïæÝ Áèçíáúêü êñáóß óå êñáóïðüôçñï ìå ÷åñïýëé êáé áóôáêü á ëá ìáãéïíÝæ. Ï ôÝôáñôïò, ðôù÷üò ãïõüíáìðç ÷áëéåíôÜò – ôïí ïðïßï ïé Üëëïé ôñåéò áðïêáëïýí ÷áúäåõôéêÜ Ðôù÷ü, ðáñáããÝëíåé ìðýñá óå ßóéï ðïôÞñé êáé óïõâëÜêéá.

    ÅðåéäÞ Ý÷ïõí êáéñü íá âñåèïýíå áñ÷ßæïõí ôçí êïõâÝíôá ãéá ôï áãáðçìÝíï ôïõò ÷üìðé ôçí áêñüáóç ìç÷áíçìÜôùí ìïõóéêÞò.

    Íåüðëïõôïò ÐïæåñÜò (ï ïðïßïò äéáèÝôåé öáñáùíéêü ðïëõêÜíáëï ç÷ïóýóôçìá ìå ðáèçôéêÜ ç÷åßá åíôüò öñïíôéóìÝíïõ óáëïíéïý): ¼ðïéïò äåí äéáèÝôåé ôï óùóôü ç÷ïóýóôçìá, ôï ïðïßï (ãéáôß íá ôï êñýøùìåí Üëëùóôå) êïóôßæåé ðïëëÜ, êáé áêïýåé ìïõóéêÞ áðü ôåíåêÝäåò Þ ñáäéïöùíÜêé åßíáé ãñáöéêüò êáé Üìá ó÷ïëéÜæåé ôç óõóôçìáôÜñá ìïõ áñíçôéêÜ ôï êÜíåé åðåéäÞ æçëåýåé êáé åßíáé êïìðëåîéêüò. Ôï íá Ý÷åéò áêñéâü ç÷ïóýóôçìá äåß÷íåé óåâáóìü óôïõò äçìéïõñãïýò êáé óôï Ýñãï ôïõò. Ìüíï Ýôóé êáôáöÝñíåéò íá áêïýóåéò áõôü ðïõ ï äçìéïõñãüò åß÷å êáôÜ íïõ. Óå ïðïéáäÞðïôå Üëëç ðåñßðôùóç åßóáé Ýíáò ãñáöéêüò. ¸÷ù ôï áêñéâüôåñï ç÷ïóýóôçìá. ÎÝñåôå, üëïé ïé õðüëïéðïé åßíáé ôçò íïïôñïðßáò «íá ðåèÜíåé ç êáôóßêá ôïõ ãåßôïíá» êáé «üóá äåí ðéÜíåé ç áëåðïý ôá êÜíåé êñåìáóôÜñéá». Ìå ðïñäÝò, ößëïé ìïõ, äå âÜöïíôáé áõãÜ!

    Õðüëïéðïé ôñåéò: Íáé! Íáé! Ôóïõãêñßæïõí ðïôÞñéá ðßíïõí êáé ôñþíå.

    ÅðéóôÞìùí Á (ï ïðïßïò äéáèÝôåé éììÝñóéâ ðïëõêÜíáëï ç÷ïóýóôçìá ìå åíåñãÜ ç÷åßá åíôüò íôåíôéêÝéôåíô ÷þñïõ): Áðü ôüôå ðïõ Ýöôéáîá ôï éììÝñóéâ óýóôçìá áäõíáôþ íá áêïýóù äéêÜíáëï, ìå ðéÜíåé êáôÜèëéøç. ¸÷ù ôá öñÜãêá êáé Ýöôéáîá áõôü ðïõ ãïõóôÜñù ãéá ôçí ðÜñôç ìïõ. ¸÷ù ôï êáëýôåñï ç÷ïóýóôçìá ôï ïðïßï, óôçí êëßìáêá ðïõ ï ßäéïò Ýöôéáîá, ðéÜíåé ôï åêáôü åíþ ôï äéêÜíáëï ðéÜíåé ðÝíôå. ÎÝñåôå, üëïé ïé õðüëïéðïé åßíáé ôçò íïïôñïðßáò «íá ðåèÜíåé ç êáôóßêá ôïõ ãåßôïíá» êáé «üóá äåí ðéÜíåé ç áëåðïý ôá êÜíåé êñåìáóôÜñéá». Ìå ðïñäÝò, ößëïé ìïõ, äå âÜöïíôáé áõãÜ!

    Õðüëïéðïé ôñåéò: Íáé! Íáé! Ôóïõãêñßæïõí ðïôÞñéá ðßíïõí êáé ôñþíå.

    ÅðéóôÞìùí  (ï ïðïßïò äéáèÝôåé éììÝñóéâ ðïëõêÜíáëï ç÷ïóýóôçìá ìå çìéåíåñãÜ ç÷åßá åíôüò çìéíôåíôéêÝéôåíô ÷þñïõ): Áðü ôüôå ðïõ Ýöôéáîá ôï éììÝñóéâ óýóôçìá áäõíáôþ êé åãþ íá áêïýóù äéêÜíáëï. Áí ï ÷þñïò äåí Ý÷åé ôï óùóôü ÑÔ60 áäõíáôþ íá áêïýóù ìïõóéêÞ, áðëÜ äå ãßíåôáé. Ðñïôéìþ ôçí çóõ÷ßá! ¸÷ù óùóôü ç÷ïóýóôçìá ôï ïðïßï, óôçí êëßìáêá ôïõ óõíáäÝëöïõ, ðéÜíåé ôï åíåíÞíôá. ÎÝñåôå, üëïé ïé õðüëïéðïé åßíáé ôçò íïïôñïðßáò «íá ðåèÜíåé ç êáôóßêá ôïõ ãåßôïíá» êáé «üóá äåí ðéÜíåé ç áëåðïý ôá êÜíåé êñåìáóôÜñéá». Ìå ðïñäÝò, ößëïé ìïõ, äå âÜöïíôáé áõãÜ!

    Õðüëïéðïé ôñåéò: Íáé! Íáé! Ôóïõãêñßæïõí ðïôÞñéá ðßíïõí êáé ôñþíå.

    Ðôù÷üò Ãïõüíáìðç ×áëéåíôÜò (ï ïðïßïò äéáèÝôåé äéêÜíáëï ç÷ïóýóôçìá ìå ðáèçôéêÜ ç÷åßá êáé ðéêÜð åíôüò áðëïý óáëïíéïý): Åãþ ãïõóôÜñù âéíýëéï êáé ðáèçôéêÜ ç÷åßá. ¸÷ù ÷áúÝíô óåôÜð ìå öïâåñÜ êáëþäéá, ðáñåëêüìåíá êáé âåëôéùôéêÜ. ÎÝñåôå, üëïé ïé õðüëïéðïé åßíáé ôçò íïïôñïðßáò «íá ðåèÜíåé ç êáôóßêá ôïõ ãåßôïíá» êáé «üóá äåí ðéÜíåé ç áëåðïý ôá êÜíåé êñåìáóôÜñéá». Ìå ðïñäÝò, ößëïé ìïõ, äå âÜöïíôáé áõãÜ!

    Õðüëïéðïé ôñåéò: ÐÜñôá ìùñÝ ðáðÜñá (ðÝöôïõí óöáëéÜñåò). Åßðáìå ñå ðÜñå åíåñãÜ, ðÜñå óÜìðò ðïëëÜ, ðÝôá ôï ðéêÜð êáé âÜëå ñïõí, öôéÜîå ôï ÷þñï êáé ôï ÑÔ60. Ôüôå è¢ áêïýóåéò Þ÷ï.

    Åí ôù ìåôáîý ï íôéôæÝé æùãñáößæåé óôá íôåêò (ÔÝêíéêò ÓË-1200 ÌÊÉÉ) - ðáßæåé åîáéñåôéêÝò ìåëùäßåò ìå ôéò ïðïßåò ïéïóäÞðïôå ìïõóéêüöéëïò èá Ýíéùèå äÝïò, ìõóôáãùãßá, øõ÷éêÞ áíÜôáóç, áéóèçôéêÞ áðüëáõóç, ÷áñÜ êáé åõäáéìïíßá êáé ðëÞèïò Üëëùí óõíáéóèçìÜôùí ôá ïðïßá óõíäÝïíôáé ìå ôçí áêñüáóç ôçò ìïõóéêÞò.

    Ïé ôÝóóåñéò ößëïé, üìùò, áäõíáôïýí íá áêïýóïõí êáé íá áðïëáýóïõí ôçí õðÝñï÷ç ìïõóéêÞ ï êáèÝíáò ãéá ôïõò ëüãïõò ôïõ:

    Ï Íåüðëïõôïò ÐïæåñÜò áíáëïãßæåôáé ôï ôüóï öôçíü ç÷ïóýóôçìá ôïõ ìðáñ-ñÝóôùñáí ôé åßäïõò ýâñç áðïôåëåß ãéá ôïõò äçìéïõñãïýò êáé ôï Ýñãï ôïõò.

    Ï ÅðéóôÞìùí Á óõíåéäçôïðïéþíôáò üôé áêïýåé ïõóéáóôéêÜ ìïíïöùíéêÜ êáé óå ÷þñï ìå ÷Üëéá ÑÔ60 áñ÷ßæåé íá êáôåâÜæåé äõï-äõï ôá áíôéêáôáèëéðôéêÜ ÷Üðéá.

    Ï ÅðéóôÞìùí  Ý÷åé Ýíá ÷áìüãåëï ìáêáñéüôçôáò óôá ÷åßëéá ôïõ åðåéäÞ öïñÜåé ôéò ùôïáóðßäåò ôïõ.

    Ï Ðôù÷üò Ãïõüíáìðç ×áëéåíôÜò óêÝöôåôáé ðüóï êáëýôåñá èá áêïýãïíôáí ï Þ÷ïò ìå êáëýôåñï ðéêÜð, êáëýôåñï âñá÷ßïíá, êáëýôåñç êåöáëÞ, êáëýôåñá êáëþäéá, êáëýôåñï öþíï óôÝéôæ, êáëýôåñïõò åíéó÷õôÝò, êáëýôåñá ç÷åßá, êáëýôåñá áíôéêñáäáóìéêÜ ê.ï.ê.

    ¸ôóé ðåñíÜåé ç þñá êáé ïé ößëïé ìáò Ý÷ïõí ãßíåé øéëïêïõñïýìðåëá áðü ôï ðïôü ïðüôå, ùò áðïëýôùò öõóéêü åðáêüëïõèï, áðïöáóßæïõí üôé Þããéêåí ç þñá íá ôéò ìåôñÞóïõí … êõñéïëåêôéêþò.

    Ôç âãÜæåé ï Íåüðëïõôïò ÐïæåñÜò êáé ôçí åíáðïèÝôåé óôï ôñáðÝæé. Óôï üñãáíü ôïõ Ý÷åé êÜíåé ôï åîÞò ôáôïõÜæ: Bad Sound Kills Good Music! ÁñêåôÜ ìåãÜëï åñãáëåßï!

    Ôç âãÜæåé ï ÅðéóôÞìùí Á êáé ôçí åíáðïèÝôåé óôï ôñáðÝæé. Óôï üñãáíü ôïõ Ý÷åé êÜíåé ôï åîÞò ôáôïõÜæ: ÁãïñÜóôå ÅíåñãÜ! ÁñêåôÜ ìéêñüôåñï åñãáëåßï!

    Ôç âãÜæåé ï ÅðéóôÞìùí  êáé ôçí åíáðïèÝôåé óôï ôñáðÝæé. Óôï üñãáíü ôïõ Ý÷åé êÜíåé ôï åîÞò ôáôïõÜæ: Floyd Toole & There¢s No Free Lunch! ÌåãÜëï åñãáëåßï!

    Ôç âãÜæåé ï Ðôù÷üò Ãïõüíáìðç ×áëéåíôÜò êáé ôçí åíáðïèÝôåé óôï ôñáðÝæé. Óôï üñãáíü ôïõ Ý÷åé êÜíåé ôï åîÞò ôáôïõÜæ: Ôçò ØwëÞò Ìïõ ï ×áâÜò åßíáé óôï Óýìðáí Äýíáìç Áíßêçôç! ÔåñÜóôéï åñãáëåßï!

    Åêåß ðïõ ðáíçãõñßæåé ï Ðôù÷üò êáé êÜíåé êáæïýñá óôïõò Üëëïõò ôï âëÝììá ôïõò ðÝöôåé ðÜíù óôïí íôéôæÝé êáé óõíåéäçôïðïéïýí üôé üóç þñá áõôïß áó÷ïëïýíôáé ìå ôá äéêÜ ôïõò ï ôõðÜò äåí ðñïëáâáßíåé íá äßíåé ôï ôçëÝöùíü ôïõ óôá ãêïìåíÜêéá ðïõ ôïí ôñéãõñßæïõí óáí êáñ÷áñßåò ðïõ ìýñéóáí áßìá…

    Ôïí ðëçóéÜæïõí ôñåêëßæïíôáò êáé ôïí ñùôïýí: ñå ößëå ìå ôé ìç÷áíÞìáôá áêïýò ìïõóéêÞ óôï óðßôé óïõ;

    Ôïõò áðáíôÜåé: ìå Ýíá ðëáóôéêü ç÷ïóýóôçìá ÓÏÍÕ êáé Ýíá ìðëïõôïýè ç÷åßï.

    Îåêáñäßæïíôáé áìÝóùò óôá ãÝëéá ïé ôÝóóåñßò ôïõò êáé ëÝíå êÜðïéá áêáôÜëçðôá, ãéá Üëëïõò, ëüãéá.

    Óôç óõíÝ÷åéá ôïí ðñïêáëïýí íá ôïõò äåßîåé ðüóï ìåãÜëç ôçí Ý÷åé … êïëëÜíå êáé Ýîé êáôïóôÜñéêá ðÜíù óôï Ýíá ôïõ ðéêÜð.

    Ï íôéôæÝé ôïõò ôá äßíåé ðßóù êáé ìå áñãÝò êéíÞóåéò îåêïõìðþíåé ôï ðáíôåëüíé ôïõ êáé åíáðïèÝôåé ôï åñãáëåßï ôïõ óå Ýíá óêáìðü. Óôï üñãáíü ôïõ Ý÷åé êÜíåé ôï åîÞò ôáôïõÜæ: Welltime!

    Ìüëéò ôï âëÝðïõí ïé ößëïé îåóðÜíå óå õóôåñéêÜ ãÝëéá ìÝ÷ñé ëõãìþí.

    Ï ÍôéôæÝé äéáôçñþíôáò ôçí øõ÷ñáéìßá ôïõ öùíÜæåé ìéá èáõìÜóôñéÜ ôïõ ç ïðïßá äßíåé óôï åñãáëåßï ôïõ ôï «öéëß ôçò æùÞò» êáé ùò äéá ìáãåßáò îåäéðëþíåôáé üëï ôï ôáôïõÜæ ôï ïðïßï áíáãñÜöåé: «Welcome to our warm and hospitable bar-restaurant, please enjoy your food & drink and our music, I wish you a wonderful time!»

    Who¢s laughing now biatchezzzzz????
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    Óêáëßæïíôáò áõôü ôï åîü÷ùò åíäéáöÝñïí öüñïõì åíôüðéóá äõï áíáñôÞóåéò ðïëý ... ðñïöçôéêÝò. Éäïý:

    Quote Originally Posted by zonepress View Post
    ÐÝñáóáí 15 ìÞíåò Ýêôïôå, Ý÷ïõìå êáíÝíá íÝï?
    Åíåôüðéóá êáé ìßá åôáéñåßá ãáëëéêÞ, ôçí Trinnov, ðïõ âãÜæåé äýï ìïíôÝëá ðïõ ìïéÜæïõí åíäéáöÝñïíôá:
    http://www.trinnov-audio.com/images/...zer_Pro_EN.pdf


    Õðïôßèåôáé üôé õðÜñ÷åé áíôéðñïóþðåõóç óôçí ÅëëÜäá, áëëÜ äåí îÝñù ôé øÜñéá ðéÜíïõí.
    Quote Originally Posted by dStam View Post
    ÌéëÜìå ãéá ìíÞìç åëÝöáíôá...

    Ôï Trinnov ôï åßäá ãéá ðñþôç öïñÜ óôï óõíÝäñéï ôïõ AES ôï 2007, êáôÜ óýìðôùóç ôçí ßäéá ÷ñïíéÜ ðïõ ðáñïõóéÜóôçêå êáé ôï Lyngdorf. Ðñüêåéôáé ãéá Ýíá åðáããåëìáôéêü óýóôçìá ìå áñêåôÜ ìåãÜëï êüóôïò (íïìßæù Üíù ôùí 10.000 äïëëáñßùí) ôï ïðïßï ëåéôïõñãïýóå, êáôÜ ôá öáéíüìåíá, ðïëý êáëÜ. Ïé ÃÜëëïé ôï åß÷áí ìïéñÜóåé óå äéÜöïñïõò ÷þñïõò üðïõ ãßíïíôáí demo ãéá íá ôï êÜíïõí ãíùóôü. Óýìöùíá ìå ðëçñïöïñßåò ïé áëãüñéèìïé ôçò Trinnov ôñÝ÷ïõí, ãéá ðñþôç öïñÜ óå consumer óõóêåõÞ, óôïí íÝï ïëïêëçñùìÝíï AV ôçò Sherwood.

    Ðïõ íá öáíôÜæïíôáí ôüôå ïé ãñÜöïíôåò üôé ðÜíù áðü äÝêá ÷ñüíéá ìåôÜ óôç "ãç üðïõ áíèåß öáéäñÜ ðïñôïêáëÝá êáé êïêêéíßæåé ç óôáöõëÞ êáé èÜëëåé ç åëáßá" áíèïýí êáé äéÜöïñïé öáéäñïß (ðñïóï÷Þ, ü÷é Öáßäñïé) ôýðïé ïé ïðïßïé Ý÷ïõí áíáãÜãåé ôïí ðïëõêÜíáëï ðñïåíéó÷õôÞ ôçò Trinnov óôçí ... áðüëõôç ìç÷áíÞ âáöÞò áõãþí.

    Óôéò ìÝñåò ìáò, öåõ, ïé ÷áëéåíôÜäåò, ïé ëåãüìåíïé êáé íåïóêÜëò, öÝñïõí ðåñéêåöáëáßá åðéóôçìïóýíçò êáé Ý÷ïõí êáôÜ ôé ðëÝïí åêëåðôõóìÝíç åêöïñÜ ëüãïõ óå ó÷Ýóç ìå ôïí ãêñïôÝóêï ëüãï ôïõ ðÜëáé ðïôÝ áñ÷çãïý êáé çãÝôç ôïõ ÷áëéåíôéóìïý. Óå áìöüôåñåò ôéò ðåñéðôþóåéò, üìùò, åßíáé áäýíáôï íá êñõöôåß ç áëáæïíåßá, êáé ï ÷õäáßïò åðéäåéêôéêüò ìáîéìáëéóìüò. Ôï äå ìüôï ðáñáìÝíåé äéá÷ñïíéêÜ áðáñÜëëá÷ôï: Ìå ðïñäÝò äå âÜöïíôáé áõãÜ!
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    Aboriginal Story


    In the Dreamtime all the creatures on earth thought that they belonged to the most important group of creatures. Each group had their own special meetings: all the animals had their own special meeting; the birds had their own special meeting and at the very same time, all the water creatures had their own special meeting.

    The animals thought that they were the most special because they had fur on their bodies and could run across the land.

    The birds thought that they were even more special because they could fly and lay eggs.

    And the water creatures thought that they were even more special still because they could swim and explore all the water-ways on earth and because “There is more water than land anyway.” they said.

    But then someone in each group remembered that shy Platypus belonged to no group at all and each one of them resolved to ask Platypus to join their own Very Special Group.

    First the animals went over to ask Platypus to join their Most Special Animal Group. Soon after the animals left, the birds went over to Platypus¢ place to see if he would join their Even More Special Bird Group and then the water creatures.. But as he had done with the animals, Platypus asked them to come back after had thought about their offer.

    Now Platypus asked his friends and family whose group he should join, but no one could help him, not even his friend Echidna.

    After thinking hard about it for some time, Platypus called all the animals and bird and water creatures to his place. They all gathered around, all wondering which group Platypus would join.

    Platypus came out of his home, climbed a log, and when all the creatures were quiet, Platypus spoke.

    “Thank you all for coming today. I have decided not to join any group at all.”

    All the creatures were shocked. “You have to join someone¢s group.” they cried.

    “Please listen,” said Platypus patiently. “Everyone is special in their own special way and I don¢t have to join any group to prove that. After all, I have a bit of animal in me because of my fur and because I like running across the land, but I have a bit of bird in me too, because my wife lays eggs and we both have beaks. And if that¢ s not enough, I also have a bit of water creature in me because my home is near the water¢s edge and I like swimming and exploring the underwater world. So you see, I don¢t have to join any special group to be special. But it¢s not only me – everyone of us has something that makes us special in our own very special way.”
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    ¼ôáí Ýíá áðëü Üâáôáñ öôÜíåé íá ðñïêáëåß áìç÷áíßá, åêíåõñéóìü êáé åíü÷ëçóç ôüôå êÜôé ðïëý óÜðéï õðÜñ÷åé óôï Âáóßëåéï ôçò Äáíéâëáêåßáò (ðñïöáíþò üæïõí ïé óêáëùóéÝò ôïõ âáóéëåßïõ).
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