- published: 02 May 2014
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Yuri Kane (born Yuri Vereschak on May 22, 1975) is a Russian trance DJ and producer. He is best known for his song "Right Back" featuring British singer Kate Walsh, which was chosen as the A State of Trance 2010 song of the year.
Yuri Kane is a Russian-based DJ and trance producer from the city of Krasnoyarsk, Siberia, who in fall 2009 gained notable success in trance scene with his song "Right Back" The song was supported by well known DJs including Pete Tong on BBC Radio 1. In Russia, the track hit the largest Russian dance music radio station, Record, with over 20 weeks in the Record Super Chart.
Following the success of "Right Back", he released another track "Daylight" together with a Canadian vocalist Melissa Loretta. The new production consolidated the prior achievements and became #1 in the US iTunes store. "Daylight" was supported by Judge Jules on his radio show 'Live on Radio 1,' Tiesto on his show 'Club Life,' and Armin van Buuren on 'A State of Trance' where "Daylight" became Future Favorite. "Right Back" was voted the best track of 2010 on the A State of Trance radio show of Armin van Buuren and got the corresponding award 'A State of Trance Tune of the Year 2010'. This was the first time a Russian musician has earned this honour.
10th Street don't run in a straight line
We played on the part we couldn't find
And a musky old man, had a cup in his hand
He's the unofficial doorman, he helped flag down the cabs
The snow started light, we thinking about home
But thinking was by far the closest we'd get, we're alone
And what I had planned for the next couple days
Nothing more than a wish, still a phone call away
So we headed west, an our felt like four
'Til we had to sleep or just couldn't see anymore
And the man on the corner, was probably home, it was late
And we were stranded on the highway at the Frederick, Super 8
(Lost on the highway, I ain;t never going back...no, no, no)
10 inches, twelve, fifteen, twenty-four
Then the cable went out, we just sang songs then got bored
Tempers were short when the food it got thin
We walked a half a mile to the buffet, at the Holiday Inn
Six hours turned to twelve, and twelve to forty-eight
We watched the gypsy's take shelter when they closed the interstate
We spoke of Civil War, Pulp Fiction, and our escape
Everything was shut down, but for that Frederick, Super 8
(Don't apologize, just give me my fuckin' sandwich)
Lost on the highway on the side of the road
Kicking your feet up to lighten the load
There was a contest of manhood and there was no debate
Oh six lonely, lonely, lonely men€at that Frederick, Super 8
(It rhymes with 'debate'....I ain't never going back)