SPIROS Category

SPIROS – ETERNAL.

  Finally, I had arrived at the site of the ruin. I stood before the entrance to Passions, once the most sacred and revered discoteca in all Southern Italy. Tonight the air was oppressive – thick with the emptiness gathered across decades in abandonment. I took one last lungful of the briny air from the […]

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THE GARDENS OF ILLUSIONS AND MIRRORS.

For the first time in the annals of history, two of our favorite supreme beings have joined forces to present us with a powerful musical offering like no other. One half of this united awakening is SPIROS, the romantic phantom hailing from the Mediterranean who’s given TNUC three musical journeys in the past (SPIROS I, […]

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SPIROS SIGHTINGS.

SPIROS exists. This much I know to be true. After last gracing these lands with The Final Eclipse and opening his world to Uncle T via an exclusive invite to his villa, further traces of the Mediterranean phantom have been scant, but rest assured, there have been traces. I received word from a museum curator […]

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SPIROS – BUONA SERA [VIDEO PREMIERE]

My friends, I would like to share with you, footage of my past summer in and around Mediterranean Villa. It was typically exotic summer full of mystery, intrigue, flowing white linen, rustic kidskin loafers, fog and passion for SPIROS. Only this time I sent an invitation to my dear friend TNUC to join me and […]

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SPIROS APPRECIATION WEEKEND.

In several locations over vast continents and oceans, a steady amount of rain is predicted for the upcoming weekend. I for one can’t think of anything I’d rather do on a rainy afternoon or evening than listen to the timeless trilogy of mixes from our main phantom of the night, SPIROS. It pains me to even refer […]

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SPIROS 3: THE FINAL ECLIPSE.

Dear TNUC,  This is a first person account of my journey into The Final Eclipse: Deep in the Mediterranean, a light, misty rain filled the air and a crisp breeze blew in from the sea. I lit my cigarette and continued to stroll down the empty beach, the faint scent of lotion, oils, and hardbodies […]

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