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2026-11-01

Sidney SN Music


 SIDNEY SN Drum And Bass


01. For A Better World 2017

 SIDNEY SN Progressive/House



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2026-09-05

Porcelain eyes

 Hi!


Recently, Sidney SN released a Heute war einfach ein besonderer Tag mix. But he has something else on his heart —Porcelain Eyes.

I don’t want to say what it means: Porcelain Eyes. It is something I see in a certain reality—This goodness tells me more about these realities than words ever could.

When it comes to music, Sidney SN should have been primarily about liquid drum and bass. In break beats, yes. However, liquid drum and bass is a melodic music, and it has quite a something in common with progressive house. 

Sidney SN’s choice of music is also about values—the values found in music such as progressive house or house music.

Porcelain Eyes has different sections. And this progressive session is exclusively made up of tracks that I love… ❤️ 

01. Don’t let me go by Melarmony 

02. Just can’t stop by Hessian, Cortney Storm 

03. What I do by Because of Art 

04. Retrospect by Parallel Voices 

05. Fear No More by Parallel Voices 

06. Folding lights by CVMRN 

07. Spend my Days by MXV, L. GU, Coulson 

08. Hearth Beat by Hessian, flyckt, Farves 

09. Coming back for more by Avenue One 

010. Never Enough by Tailor, Hessian, Moders 

011. Nina by Jako Diaz 

012. Ranger by Because of Art 

013. Sharks by 16B, feat. Nour 

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2026-08-18

Hot As Hades

 The Ecstasy of these Days 


  In the end of May 2026, I wrote about a my Sunday night silent disco dance in the Zuid Holland, when I danced on bed and listened to the same trance track—Hot As Hades (John O’Callaghan Remix)—for two hours of dancing. 

And as a drink was an ordinary Dutch blackcurrant lemonade—pretty strong taste of this drink from Zeeland.


I also wrote that I sometimes added my own truly trance lyrics instead of the original trance ones in the Hot As Hades (John O’Callaghan Remix)…

One of the truly trance lyrics was actually sad—it was about the end of the summer season and the loss of a summer love. 

I kept parts of that lyric: 

 As she slowly fades now there, 
 she turns. 
 I feel the same. 

 She drugs me in with her eyes. 
 I leave my heart. 
 We come down together. 
 I can take this better. 
 She is my one, only love now. 
 We fall together. 

…

 The summer time comes to an end. 
 Butterflies are ceasing to fly. 
 The dance of Heart in your eyes, 
 is missing to my heart. 

 You’re the Miss heart. 
 Miss heart, 
 Miss heart, 
 Miss heart, 
 Miss heart, 
 …

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2026-06-27

52 hours in a hot Netherlands


  • Day 01.


11:00 a.m. – Arrival for a stop in Eindhoven.

Travel from Eindhoven to South Holland.

Check in to accommodation.

Grocery shopping.

Visit to Hoek van Holland, traveling by tram and metro to the beach near Rotterdam.

Return to the hotel for personal needs.

Dinner.

A visit of Katendrecht and some time relaxing in the park, then continuing the night.

A private party until late at night.



  • Day 02.


Before noon departure and travel to The Hague.

Visit to Scheveningen, including the beach and the sea.

Return to the hotel for personal needs.

Evening visit to Rotterdam city center.

Visit to Nieuwe Werk, Het Park, and other sights.

A private party until late at night.


  • Day 03. 

Morning packing and late morning check out.   

Visit to the Maastunnel, then continue through tree parts of city to the afternoon departure point from the Netherlands.
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2026-05-27

These days

“When I turn, in the moment, feel the same.” 

 

    The afterparty after the Sunday by the Sea lasted until 3 a.m. I had to convince myself to finally end the unexpected Sunday event. I was planning to go to Luxembourg city and France for a while on Monday. 

For two hours, I danced on the bed. Like a silent disco, the same trance song kept looping over and over — Hot As Hades (John O’Callaghan Remix). Sometimes I imagined my own lyrics in place of the original words. These days, and the first truly summer-like days of the year. It was a huge euphoria, the feeling that I also could have been somewhere else. Looking back now, I’m almost surprised by the level of euphoria I was in — from Sunday into Monday, dancing half-naked on the bed while looking out the windows. 


I had already drunk two Dutch beers before 8 p.m. on Sunday. I laughed about the fact that I was drinking an ordinary Dutch blackcurrant lemonade — it tasted unbelievably good to me. It’s actually pretty strong. Looking back today, I can’t even remember exactly why I laughed so much about that lemonade, pretty strong. I only have a photo of myself half-naked with the drink, when I forced myself to take a picture of that amazing ordinary lemonade from Zeeland.

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2026-02-12

Azure-tinged

  I hold many reasons close for this land— but here’s a quiet one: Ducks in the streets. Not lost, not out of place, but gliding calm through canals and streams, unstartled by the human pace. They swim like the city belongs to them too. And perhaps it does. Kralingen’s swans nest in still corners as children wander close, no rush, no fear—just a soft balance between feathers and footsteps, roots and routines. There is something sacred in a city that lets life be. Cleaner reality, and people who’ve learned to move with the rhythm of skyscrapers. In Kralingen’s hush, I see intelligence in ivy, ethics in botanic, a culture not only of words but of care. And in Zuiderpark, summer breathes through grills and laughter, a community of coexistence forming over shared bread and sun, beneath leaves that catch every language and send it back as joy. At Essenburgpark, the city bows before a quiet grove— not out of guilt, but respect. And above it all—Erasmusbrug, that swan of steel spanning the river’s grace. Its cables hum like harp strings in the wind, connecting not just land to land but idea to ideal. Skyscrapers rise like glass reeds against the Dutch sky, not to block nature— but to coexist with it. Reflection, not domination. Even in stone and steel, there is room for the soul. This is development not just of roads, but of rhythm. Of harmony between the naturalism and the made. There is no wall between person and pond. No border between culture and root. There is a peace here that doesn’t need to shout. A cultivated silence. Aesthetic. The Beauty of steel and the heritage.

 I’ve learned that I even tend to become “azure” after returning from the Netherlands. What someone may see is a my favorite Dutch city. And not only that – it is also the climate of the Netherlands as a society, a system, and a culture. 

Whether it is the openness of the space that comes from the North Sea and flows through the city without obstacles, or the air that does not stand still. Air is not just a mixture of gases – in the Netherlands it feels cleaner and fresher. It is also a different reflection of how society thinks. It is not only about having a cleaner and more aesthetic environment. 

In a different country, the air is not only worse in terms of toxicity, but also mentally burdened – with a different form of toxicity. 

In the Netherlands, the air is different. It flows. And flow means movement. And movement means life. Society is more open, less grounded in a limiting way, freer, less prone to extremism, it does not stink, it thinks more. Civilization is built so that people can enjoy its beauty. Even the infrastructure does not hold a person down. 

Where things like cycling, open space, modern urbanism, more aesthetic greenery, and less stagnation are supported, the air is lighter. Not only physically, but mentally as well. 

I have also mentioned several times that I recover quickly in the Netherlands – for example from a respiratory illness, which may not in fact be purely respiratory, but psychosomatic. 

People create the air themselves. In some places it is heavy on its own, and elsewhere it is lighter because people are able to naturally radiate through their own culture. I have written before that if the Netherlands has been described as first in quality of life 2026, it has its obvious reasons, which cannot go unnoticed if someone truly embraces this for themselves. 

And such a person may naturally be perceived that way within a certain society when they return from a place where things function in a way that feels closer to them.
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2025-08-14

August Seventh

 After the illnesses I had in June and July…

Nothing started well at all when, on the sixth kilometre of my journey in Czechia, someone was killed in a motorcycle accident — and I was a witness. After giving my testimony, I had to find an alternative route to catch my connection to Germany, as the accident site was closed off.

In Germany, I spent a short while in a city. I was still quite shaken by what I had just witnessed.

Afterwards, the journey through western Germany was pleasant. I really like the area around Dortmund, and I enjoy it every time I pass through. The trip south through the Netherlands went without any problems.

After the illnesses I had in June and July, I finally found myself where I wanted to be. And at the North Sea. The water there felt sweet to me, as if it were regenerating me when it gently washed over me. I love the atmosphere around sunny Oostduinpark. The Hague is also a wonderful city on Europe’s western coast.

After a year, I attended an electronic music event in Amsterdam — even the same festival I went to for the last time last year. I missed Anfisa Letyago there :D, but the community was interesting enough that I felt it was worth returning to see how it is this year.

I am always quite surprised when I see reactions such as someone being a similar nukivalent and similarly related. That also pleases me.

Although nothing began well, I still had days in places where I wanted to be many times with the nice weather — though my health, and sometimes the weather, didn’t always allow it. 

Also, I’m “sick,” my throat hurts or something like that, I even cough from time to time, and I don’t feel like myself. After a day in the Netherlands, everything disappears. One might even speculate that these could be psychosomatic issues related to the environment. This isn’t the first time I’ve experienced it. And I often expect that I will suddenly start feeling better “out of nowhere.” In reality, it’s the overall life rhythm – the Netherlands has a different pace, public space and services, a different culture, which itself reduces everyday stress. There’s something to it. 

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2024-08-14

Be happy

Sloterpark
 Due to my experiences with techno communities in Czechia since 2001, and due to the rise of the free tekno mainstream around 2003—when free tekno even managed to shut down Creamfields in Czechia—and the way Czech techno people began collaborating with the free tekno scene, I’m happy that my imagination about what a techno community could look like has been realized in the Netherlands. I always believed in the vibe of tech-house, progressive, melodic, and proper techno. I’m happy because what I imagined is now real here. I believed in a community made up of normal people—people with inner wealth and good looks—and in the Netherlands, this is happening. I think the Dutch techno community looks like how I imagined a functioning society could be. I can enjoy these events without fear because of the shared values here. The only thing I fear is saying this out loud. For example, when I mentioned a liquid event in December 2022, something felt off. People aren’t the same everywhere. The world is about people. As the inner spaces look, so do the worlds. In places where techno is shaped by citizens with strong inner values, it feels different. In the Netherlands, even gabba is mainstream. I don’t say anything negative about that because Dutch gabber carries those same values. At 10:45 PM, when I left the Loveland shuttle at Sloterdijk, I could hear tech-house, techno, progressive, and gabber playing all around. At first, I thought the techno was coming from Loveland, but after a few steps, I heard different music. I realized that music was coming from everywhere—sound of ADE’s. Gabber was playing from cars too. It’s true that Dutch open-air events usually end by midnight. So when I got to Sloterdijk, it was the tail end of all the events happening around Amsterdam. At 11:00 PM, a guy on a balcony provocatively a one started playing weird bass like he had a sound system at the balcony. That’s political too. Now it’s ten days later—I’m lying in bed at 1:30 AM and suddenly, a free tekno party starts. When I see this, it’s like those people are shouting, “Look at us! We’re the dumbest in Europe!” Some of them are under 30 and already without teeth—stuff even indigenous communities wouldn’t see. And when the decibel limits are completely ignored, the free tekno just continues. At ADE, nobody wants to go days without washing their body. But at some wannabe events, the common smell says everything. In a way, I’m glad real, civilized societies exist somewhere, and the weirdos stay weird—dirty and desperate, stuck in the world they made for themselves. I don’t believe these people know what a Western society really looks like. They believe their own nonsense, because they’re not educated—not even about the world outside Czechia, which seems to be their final stop in life. This is also the truth about the Czech reality. Every time I return from Germany to Czechia, I feel like the country is outside of reality. It’s a shock—being everywhere in Western Europe and then arriving in a place where the West doesn’t seem to exist at all. I don’t want uncivilized or antisocial behavior—especially not during the day. But I love daylight events. It’s beautiful when everyone can see what the people around them actually look like. When I come back from a daylight or sunset event, I never question the value of day events. That’s what’s great about them—they last longer, I can sleep at night, and in the morning, I feel good. Or I can enjoy the night later, alone, in my own private space. And still wake up happy. It’s like traveling in a night train—when I look around and see people I’m not afraid of.
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2024-03-18

Too many

 I’ve been asking myself what I actually did when I received so many positive vibes from my Czech fans. When I faced violence directed at me in a very well-known situation, I couldn’t understand why it happened. Maybe someone was trying to create doubt around me—but I don’t know how it’s possible for someone to spread falsehoods about the reasons behind what happened to me. Probably, everyone already knows the truth. I don’t believe I ever presented myself as some kind of influencer who would cause such strong reactions, let alone violence. What makes this especially sad for me is the fact that drum and bass, as a culture, stands for non-violence—as well as being anti-racist and pro-LGBTQ, for example. So when someone chooses physical violence as a way to respond to a drum and bass artist, I have to seriously question whether they even belong to this culture or understand its values. I don’t want to speak much more about this violence. But I do want to say that I probably made the right decision when I told myself to stop chasing what I found through Sidney SN fans in Czechia. For example, I had never seen fans applaud a drum and bass artist’s name on stage before. I appreciated those moments—but I had to ask myself whether that kind of attention was really sustainable for me. I eventually decided it wasn’t, and I needed to step away. I apologize a bit for this decision, for this “Sidney SN behavior,” but I now see it as unsustainable for me to attend any Prague events. For example, when I went to see USK Prague Women during a European Women’s Basketball League match, I told myself: It might be better to move toward Western Europe than to stay surrounded by this reality. I’ve lost interest in Czech events. There was also a moment on a train from Munich to Prague when a boy from the UK said, “Czechs are like human flash!” Maybe it was offensive, but in the context of what’s happening in Czechia right now, especially with “red plans” and societal tensions, I think he was actually right in some way. Also he had the truth in his way of meaning about… Maybe I’ll go see another USK match (even though I’m a bit afraid that my presence could make others nervous again, which could affect the game), but for me, attending events in Prague has become something I find mentally and healthy unsustainable.
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2024-01-05

A good days in Potsdam

 There was a drum and bass event at Rechenzentrum in Potsdam, and I felt drawn to it. It seemed like the right choice. The area around Potsdam appears to be very green. When traveling by train from Berlin to Potsdam, the landscape along the way is mostly forest—it seems there’s a long stretch of forest between Berlin city and Potsdam. The weather felt as if it belonged to a place where rainclouds could be held back by a kind of a dam formed by the surrounding forests. Interestingly, the weather was similar to what you might experience during June in the Netherlands. Yet, the event itself wasn’t rainy. In fact, there was even sunshine. 

I am in the mood for German jungle or drum and bass. I also looked forward to experiencing Berlin’s vibrant and colorful ‘freedom’ community, including the queer people. And yes—everything I hoped for came true. The German DnB and Berlin’s colorful energy were real. But even more than that, the community was better than I imagined. Not only at the Burn Out Festival in Rechenzentrum, but in Potsdam in general. I came away with new insights about myself. I had experiences that I got a new informations about my person in Germany. The days I spent in Potsdam were deeply meaningful. 

When I say the community at Rechenzentrum was good, I mean it felt honest and fair. People seemed to be genuinely aware of who they were and what they believed—there was no hate, only presence. That atmosphere was more what I expected. A rare moment to visit Potsdam’s Rechenzentrum, which is part of Berlin’s vibrant and colorful community.
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2022-02-20

Foolish memes of an nice body

 A one from a foolish memes is, A man need be a nice body man for an insight, career, art or a sport. I know personally this thing. It's pretty weird when this someone speak about a person. I know about many people, artists who have nothing this all. Especially what a man need for insight is a mind and a potential for be the one or need a nice body and mind because when a man is a owner of the killer combination whole world can know about a weird around you. 

So if someone said, Need a perfect, nice body for a nice life, I said No. A truth is, I have an experiences from a one country when a nice visage together with a mind is total killer for many people. And this although I think a healthy life and mind is something naturally for a humans, a natural way for an intelligent beings. 

Because a my killer combination I also leaved a one high school because of it. And I had many different experiences because it and with my thanks to all these supporters I have also now an amazing support by many people by Western Europe or Germans because it. 

A my star from a time when I started with modern liquid drum and bass: is Veela. Veela I know for many years, and also she was been the one of the person who brought me more to liquid drum and bass. Veela · Maduk ft. Veela - Ghost. Veela takes a campaigns about a body. In my opinion, if someone said how bad is their life only because their body, take a thoughts again tryings of Veela.
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