I’m sitting somewhere between dark and light, coffee in hand, laptop closed, headphones draped around my neck like chains. I’m taking a real pause. Not the kind where you just ignore your to-do list. A pause where you pick up your bones, shut off your brain, and let the world run without you.
And still – damn it – my mind’s running like an overclocked sampler. I can already hear the next tracks in my head, feel the drops nobody’s heard yet, see the lights that haven’t burned. 2026 is going to hit differently. Louder. Harder. Unpredictable. I want to be on stage, speakers shattering, while you out there, my rave rebels, raise your arms, form the bass battalion, and together we blow the roof off.
I can’t do this alone. No one can. I need you! Every reaction, every scream, every insane story you share. You’re my radar, my amplifier, my proof that these tracks exist outside my skull. Together we build something bigger than all of us. A wave that doesn’t stop.
This pause is just the start. I’m charging up. Planning. Throwing away. Trying again. All so that by the end of the year we stand there, sweaty hands, hearts in rhythm, eyes glowing. And you know why you dance, why you burn, why you’re part of this movement.
2026 is our year. We gather. We play loud. We destroy routine. I want you there, feeling everything before the first beat even hits. We are the Bass Battalion. We are Rein.Hart. And we’re coming.
Apropos: Happy b-day to me.
