<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></p><div style="color: #000000; font-size: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 8px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: symbol;">Strobe Rider (a.k.a.&nbsp;Dreamscaper) creates hard/soft/melodic/deep Electronic music, and has been producing for over 12 years now. This is his passion and has always been and always will be.<br /><br />Strobe Rider&nbsp;has created over 40 top tracks for every Electronic genre imaginable. He's an artist whose music will capture your aural senses and take your mind on a musical expedition through every variation of Electronic music. He enjoys making Trance, Drum and Bass and Ambient tracks because of the deep and rich atmospheric melodies that derive from the emotional influence through his musical capabilities. He uses Reason 4.0 for almost all of his music mixing along with ReCycle, ReBirth, ReLoad, and CubaseSX for sampling, PCF (Pattern Controlled Filtering), smooth AKAI format conversion, and MIDI editing.<br /><br />He would love to get his music produced and distributed to as many people who like it just as equally. Popularity isn't really important to&nbsp;Strobe Rider; He just wants to communicate to as many people as possible with the emotions he conveys through his music. People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care. Never stop caring. "I make music because I really enjoy expressing my creativity. And I can express so much of my creativity through my music."<br /><br />~Byron Crowfoot<br /><br />Rock is a bore<br />Hip-Hop is a snore<br />Country I just ignore<br />Rap is like audio war<br />Heavy-Metal makes my ears sore<br />Disco should've died in '74<br />Electronic I love to the core<br />(People are going to hate me for stating this, so I won't state anymore.)<br /><br />Now I wasn't raised at gunpoint<br />And I've read too many books<br />To distract me from the mirror<br />When unhappy with my looks<br /><br />And I ain't got proper diction<br />For the makings of a thug<br />Though I grew up in the ghetto<br />And my friends all sold drugs,<br /><br />And though that may validate me<br />For a spot on Mtv<br />And give me all the airplay<br />That my bank account would need,<br /><br />I was hoping to invest in<br />A lesson that I learned<br />I thought this fool had flamed me<br />Just because it was my turn.<br /><br />I posted a new track about him<br />Because I knew he wouldn't do it<br />If somebody here could see him<br />Or somebody else might prove it,<br /><br />And maybe in your eyes<br />It may seem I got punked out<br />Because I walked in their own path<br />And then went and changed my route.<br /><br />But that open-ness exposed me<br />To a truth I couldn't find<br />In the clenched fists of my ego<br />Or the confines of my mind<br /><br />Or the hip-ness of my swagger,<br />Or the swagger of my step,<br />The scowl of my grimace,<br />Or the mean-ness of my tap.<br /><br />Because we represent a truth son,<br />That changes by the hour,<br />And when you open to it,<br />For nobility is power,<br /><br />In that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change<br />And that truth is living proof of the fact that voters are strange...<br />While you're surfing Mixposure for that "famous" artists' next track,<br />Give a review for the wisdom that you so desperately lack<br /><br />When that decision comes talk to strangers before you vote<br />Don't even think about electing "0" for this track I just wrote<br />Unless you're absolutely sure that you can absolutely prove it<br />That our tracks we work so hard on are actually full of ****<br /><br />When the family fails and friends lead you astray<br />And Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and turns out this world is ****.<br />As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,<br />The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,<br />And when you finally take the time to see what they're about<br />Perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out.<br /><br />Maybe you'll find the cycles end<br />Right back where you began,<br />But come this time around<br />You'll have someone to hold your hand,<br /><br />Who prays for you who is there for you<br />Who sends you love and light,<br />Exposes you to parts of you<br />That you once tried to fight.<br /><br />And come this time around<br />You choose to walk a different path,<br />You'll embrace what you turned away<br />And cry at what you laughed,<br /><br />Because that's the only way<br />We're going to make it through this storm,<br />Where ignorance is common sense<br />And senseless is the norm.<br /><br />Infact we're high above the truth<br />And that you never touch,<br />And stolen goods are overpriced<br />And freedom costs too much,<br /><br />And no-one seems to recognize<br />The symbols come to life,<br />The bitten apple on the screen<br />And voters are the strife,<br /><br />And the strife was the bottomless pit<br />Like that stranger may be yours,<br />Who holds a subtle knife<br />That carves through worlds<br />Like magic doors,<br /><br />And that's what I've been looking for,<br />The bridge from then to now,<br />Just watching the charts like what the **** son,<br />This is foul<br /><br />But that's where music artists represent<br />This fear that we live in,<br />The world is not a flat screen<br />I ain't trying to fit in.<br /><br />But this ain't for the underground<br />This here is for the sun.<br />A seed a stranger gave to me<br />And planted on my tongue.<br /><br />And when I look at you,<br />I know I'm not the only one.<br />As a great man once said,<br />There's nothing more powerful<br />Than an idea<br />Who's time<br />Has come.</span></span></div>