Blessed by his parents well-selected record crate, a great environment and some fortunate coincidences, a juvenile Funk Bastard arrived on the path of music leading him to purchase a turntable set and a mixer, finally an MPC. Since seven years he has now been traveling to the most remote corners of the musical universe: to jazz clubs with improvized 3 ⁄ 4 beats, to dance floors where groovy bass lines meet hard drum machine sounds, to hip hop jams with their boom bap drums being kicked over chopped samples. And over and over again, the funkateer leaves in his synthesizer-powered spaceship, travels the universe, sur- rounded by infinite echoes and loses himself in the never-ending cosmos of dancing sound waves.