'Trance Elevation Vol 1' features everything required to produce top-level trance tracks. Includes 10 HUGE Construction Kits (300 MB per kit) suitable for use in all sequencers and samplers on both Mac and PC. MIDI files have also been provided for intermediate and advanced users.
Aiyn Zahev has released Diva Digital for u-he's Diva synthesizer plugin. This bank makes full use of the digital oscillator in Diva, offering 303 presets that cover the classic trance sounds of the late '90s / early 2000s.
Firstly I went about to recreating the most authentic and classic trance sounds from this era, so the most iconic supersaw sounds are a given. But it wasn't all supersaws back then, and it's not all supersaws here either. The sounds in this bank cover basses, acid, FM/Cross-mod, saw based & pulse width modulation sounds and a selection of 50 each plucks & pads.
These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whoseeffusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet andfor one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I alsomight obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare areconsecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore thedisappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, andmy thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent.
I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, beforemisfortune had tainted my mind and changed its bright visions of extensiveusefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self. Besides, in drawingthe picture of my early days, I also record those events which led, byinsensible steps, to my after tale of misery, for when I would account tomyself for the birth of that passion which afterwards ruled my destiny I findit arise, like a mountain river, from ignoble and almost forgotten sources;but, swelling as it proceeded, it became the torrent which, in its course, hasswept away all my hopes and joys.
No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like ahurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to meideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of lightinto our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source;many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father couldclaim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs.Pursuing these reflections, I thought that if I could bestow animation uponlifeless matter, I might in process of time (although I now found itimpossible) renew life where death had apparently devoted the body tocorruption.
These thoughts supported my spirits, while I pursued my undertaking withunremitting ardour. My cheek had grown pale with study, and my person hadbecome emaciated with confinement. Sometimes, on the very brink of certainty, Ifailed; yet still I clung to the hope which the next day or the next hour mightrealise. One secret which I alone possessed was the hope to which I haddedicated myself; and the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, withunrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places. Whoshall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhalloweddamps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay?My limbs now tremble, and my eyes swim with the remembrance; but then aresistless and almost frantic impulse urged me forward; I seemed to have lostall soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passingtrance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnaturalstimulus ceasing to operate, I had returned to my old habits. I collected bonesfrom charnel-houses and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secretsof the human frame. In a solitary chamber, or rather cell, at the top of thehouse, and separated from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase,I kept my workshop of filthy creation; my eyeballs were starting from theirsockets in attending to the details of my employment. The dissecting room andthe slaughter-house furnished many of my materials; and often did my humannature turn with loathing from my occupation, whilst, still urged on by aneagerness which perpetually increased, I brought my work near to a conclusion.
Where had they fled when the next morning I awoke? All of soul-inspiriting fledwith sleep, and dark melancholy clouded every thought. The rain was pouring intorrents, and thick mists hid the summits of the mountains, so that I even sawnot the faces of those mighty friends. Still I would penetrate their misty veiland seek them in their cloudy retreats. What were rain and storm to me? My mulewas brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert.I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacierhad produced upon my mind when I first saw it. It had then filled me with asublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from theobscure world to light and joy. The sight of the awful and majestic in naturehad indeed always the effect of solemnising my mind and causing me to forgetthe passing cares of life. I determined to go without a guide, for I was wellacquainted with the path, and the presence of another would destroy thesolitary grandeur of the scene.
There were no horses to be procured, and I must return by the lake; but thewind was unfavourable, and the rain fell in torrents. However, it was hardlymorning, and I might reasonably hope to arrive by night. I hired men to row andtook an oar myself, for I had always experienced relief from mental torment inbodily exercise. But the overflowing misery I now felt, and the excess ofagitation that I endured rendered me incapable of any exertion. I threw downthe oar, and leaning my head upon my hands, gave way to every gloomy idea thatarose. If I looked up, I saw scenes which were familiar to me in my happiertime and which I had contemplated but the day before in the company of her whowas now but a shadow and a recollection. Tears streamed from my eyes. The rainhad ceased for a moment, and I saw the fish play in the waters as they had donea few hours before; they had then been observed by Elizabeth. Nothing is sopainful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine orthe clouds might lower, but nothing could appear to me as it had done the daybefore. A fiend had snatched from me every hope of future happiness; nocreature had ever been so miserable as I was; so frightful an event is singlein the history of man.
I trembled with excess of agitation as I said this; there was a frenzy in mymanner, and something, I doubt not, of that haughty fierceness which themartyrs of old are said to have possessed. But to a Genevan magistrate, whosemind was occupied by far other ideas than those of devotion and heroism, thiselevation of mind had much the appearance of madness. He endeavoured to sootheme as a nurse does a child and reverted to my tale as the effects of delirium.
When I quitted Geneva my first labour was to gain some clue by which I mighttrace the steps of my fiendish enemy. But my plan was unsettled, and I wanderedmany hours round the confines of the town, uncertain what path I should pursue.As night approached I found myself at the entrance of the cemetery whereWilliam, Elizabeth, and my father reposed. I entered it and approached the tombwhich marked their graves. Everything was silent except the leaves of thetrees, which were gently agitated by the wind; the night was nearly dark, andthe scene would have been solemn and affecting even to an uninterestedobserver. The spirits of the departed seemed to flit around and to cast ashadow, which was felt but not seen, around the head of the mourner. 2b1af7f3a8