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10 DJS I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS WEEK

Posted in 10 DJS I AM IN LOVE WITH with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2009 by worldromper

DJs, Producers, Live Mad Scientists, MCs, Manimals, you know…

In no order, and I am going to update this once a week. 

  1. Daddy Kev
  2. Nosaj Thing
  3. Osal8
  4. Goner
  5. Unit
  6. Noisemaker
  7. Skandar
  8. Ishe
  9. Bassnectar
  10. Stenchman

What's that smell?

 

    Shilo’s JULY EVENTS

    Posted in Events, Lists, Note to Readers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2009 by worldromper

    Hello fair readers!

    Hot July = Hot Parties. Hope your sum-sum-summaTIME is going well!

    As usual, I will update this post frequently as the month goes along, and you can always find my current list of events on the left-hand side of my blog’s home page under the links for “FIND LA EVENTS“.

    JULY:

    • 1: Low End Theory w/Exile, Mono/Poly & Egadz; Hell and the Lake of Fire Release Party #1 for Gaslamp Killer’s Mix CD
    • 2: Hell and the Lake of Fire Release Party #2 for Gaslamp Killer’s Mix CD with SamIYam @ TBA in Venice
    • 3: Planetary Series: Red Planet w/Octave One, Robert Hood, Developer and Robtronik @ TBA (and until 7AM, baby!)
    • 7: Arena Bass w/Smog feat. Evol, Pablo Hassan, Unit, Steady & Kemst @ The Arena
    • 8: Scion House Party w/Kode 9, Spaceape, Martyn & 12th Planet @ Roxy
    • 8: Low End Theory: Blank Blue Combine EP Release w/Andy Votel & Massa
    • 9: Free the Robots, KnifeDreams, Austin Speed & Tealong @ The Crosby
    • 10: Space Island @ the Echoplex w/ VIBESQUAD, Knowa Knowone & Henry Strange
    • 14: The Do LaB presents: Bonobo @ King King w/Of Porcelain and R/D
    • 15: Nosaj Thing Revisited @ Low End Theory
    • 16: MIDDLEGROUND by Space Island w/HEYOKA, Ruff Hauser, Stephan Jacobs & Heavenly Father @ TBA
    • 17: BASSFACE w/DZ, Kozee, Sam Supa, Ras G, SamiYam @ TBA
    • 18-19: Wildlife presents: Magical Sunshine Festival w/David Starfire, Pawn, Emu, Skandar, Osal8, Austin Speed, Philly B, lots more
    • 22: Daedelus and Free the Robots @ Low End Theory
    • 23: SMOG @ Respect w/Katz, DLX, Evol, Dustmite & Kemst
    • 24: More Voltage Tour: GLITCH MOB w/Nosaj Thing & Daddy Kev @ Roxy
    • 24: Cut Chemist @ The Getty: FREE!
    • 25: Master P on Atari Tour w/Mochipet, [a]pendics.shuffle, Boom Bip, Sodapop, Oro11 & New Berlin @ The Silver Echo Gallery
    • 28: DUBTROIT w/Sukh Knight
    • 28: BassScience @ Zanzibar in Santa Monica

    I am thinking that July should look something like this:

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    Touch the Lion: Detroit Electronic Music Festival Roars

    Posted in Festivals, From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2009 by worldromper
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    Vitamin Water Main Stage

    I am back home sweet home in LA after a whirlwind trip to Detroit for Movement aka DEMF aka the Detroit Electronic Music Festival, and I am inspired anew to make shit happen; to create for myself a solid place in the international electronic music community and spend my days promoting the music that I love and the artists who make it. I really love you guys.

    My people are the most beautiful people on earth. They are the most colorful, the loudest, the happiest; they have the most fun, smile the widest, laugh the most. They dress like freaks, they dye their hair blue and green, they live for music and dancing and parties. They are young, they are beautiful, they are my people. 

    Red Bull Stage; FlyLo's crowd

    Red Bull Stage; FlyLo's crowd

    One of the best parts of DEMF for me was running into old friends on random dance floors and hanging out with brand new friends, strangers one minute and confidantes the next, openly sharing their differing opinions on electronic music from perspectives grown all over the globe.

    I arrived at the party late and left early; not my usual MO but hey sometimes you gotta get in where you fit in. Detroit is awesome. Bear in mind I visited this Great American City on what was probably the best weekend of the year, but nonetheless was a bit mesmerized by the grand architecture around the downtown area and Hart Plaza, the wide open urban park where the festival was held. The modern art sculptures, massive fountains (even if they didn’t work) and slick buildings that dominate the downtown neighborhood make you glaze over the fact that a great deal of the rest of Detroit is completely ghettorific.

    Beatport Stage

    Beatport Stage

    I arrived in the city Saturday evening with my friend Skandar and we whizzed right into the city in a rental car. Several people told me that I did not need a car in Detroit, which was true, but DAMN it was nice. I like to be in control of my transportation and not have to beg rides or wait for cabs to get to where I want to be. I was very thankful during the festival to have my own ride, especially for the afterparties. Parking was not a problem, and I never had to pay for a space. It was actually kind of weird not to pay for parking; adapted to life in LA, I would jump out of the car in a parking lot and look for an attendant to pay before realizing that parking was free. Noice.

    My hotel was about half mile from the festival and like every hotel I went into, it was pretty goddamned swank. Apparently even raver kids can afford nice hotel rooms in Detroit. Next time however I will opt for a room in the GM building’s Marriott; I wound up partying there each night anyway and the view over the festival and city from some rooms was epic. 

    Checkmate?

    Checkmate?

    Along with paying for parking, I am also used to West Coast festivals and parties and Detroit was a little change for me. This is a city festival and all the urban rats crawl out for it; candy ravers from the Canadian suburbs and techno heads from the Midwest and EDM freaks from all over the world. DEMF lacked that distinct burning flavor you taste at every West Coast festival. This is not to say that the handmade clothes-wearing feather-giving fur-loving neo hippies weren’t represented; rather they were just usurped by large numbers of ravers with LED pacifiers, blue fuzzy backpacks and candy to the armpits. I saw a lot of gas masks too- the pacifiers of the 21st century, perhaps?

    This festival had a harder edge to it, you could feel the proximity of the East Coast and the take-no-shit people it breeds rather than the plethora of pussies over here out west. Please don’t take offense- the West Coast is my home and I love it more than any place on earth- but the two ocean-snuggling sides of the US breed a very different ethos into the people that are made there, and the blunt take-no-shit thing is slightly refreshing. Add that to the completely unique Detroit vibe, and you get a fresh asphalt slap to the face. Slap me again.

    Dope Ass City

    Dope Ass City

    All the people of the city I encountered seemed very grateful to the festival and the electronic community it attracted, a strange sensation as most places consider my people loud nuisances who have too much fun and need to settle down and drop out of life already. The cops were chill; I even saw one playing with a glow stick, however I would never, never fuck with a Detroit cop. Ever. I also signed a pledge to recycle while I was in Detroit (uh, why wouldn’t I?).

    DEMF had four stages, the giant main Vitamin Water Stage, the underground dark and dirty Made in Detroit Stage, the side techno-heavy Beatport Stage, and my favorite: the Red Bull Stage. This last stage was right next to the river, had terraced concrete steps for seating, and showcased all the weird, new, and upcoming genres of EDM, aka the music I love.

    Glitch Mob Slays

    Glitch Mob Slays

    My arrival Saturday night coincided with the Glitch Mob taking the stage; shit was packed and although I wanted to be up front, I wanted to dance even more and so only stayed in the packed floor close to the DJs for a bit before moving up to the stairs for a better view and more room for my flailing arms. 

    Where was Kraddy? Not in Detroit. Boreta, edIT and OOah slammed it with their Lemur pads tilted towards the crowd and their beats slanted towards the dark side. It was awesome seeing so many people being exposed to this new genre of music for what was no doubt the first time, and loving it.

    Glitch Mob crowd- notice the Fun Noodle

    Glitch Mob crowd- notice the Fun Noodle

    The visuals were kind of weak, amounting most of the time to the image of a hopped-up Red Bull image over a Glitch Mob logo. Throughout the festival the only minor disappointment were the visuals; they seemed not to rise to the level of the music and were largely absent or unnoticed, unless you count the light shows from the candy kids or the LED petticoats. I did not see one laser. Where the hell is Slick Rick when you need him?

    What's Up Detroit!

    What's Up Detroit!

    You guys know I love the Glitch Mob; their sets are fun and funky and it is always a nasty good time to watch the boys perform. Some of their new stuff seems to be a bit heavier and darker, less bouncy and riotous, but the crowd loved their bass waves and went nuts, as usual.

    THE BEST THING about music festivals is wondering around to all the stages and checking out all the beats and discovering artists you had not known before. DEMF ended every evening at midnight at which point the afterparties took over, and I am saving those stories for when I write the real shit that goes down. It’s gonna be a novel, not a blog post and don’t worry, I will change all of your names.

    Shitty Photo of Octave One @ Made in Detroit underground stage

    Shitty Photo of Octave One @ Made in Detroit underground stage

    Sunday afternoon I dragged my ass out of bed to Greektown for a gyro and on over to the festival where I stumbled upon my favorite act of the party, Octave One, who was playing super heady, bangin’ techno on the Made in Detroit stage. Did someone say underground?

    That night I went to about eight afterparties, official and impromptu, thought I did miss the boat party which I heard was superbomb from the people who shelled out fifty bucks for the ticket (TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT THE MOTHERFUCKING BOAT!).

    GM Building, Main Stage Crowd

    GM Building, Main Stage Crowd

    The biggest challenge at DEMF was figuring out which afterparty to go to, there were about ten million, all with fat lineups of stellar talent. But that is part of the fun, really, bouncing around Detroit and meeting up with people and popping in and out of hotel rooms and clubs and bars and trying to keep up with your head and find your friends.

    Monday was another gorgeous day and I arrived back in festieland just in time for Flying Lotus’ set, a rich amalgamation of hip hop, IDM, dubstep, glitch, a

    The Portal

    The Portal

    little drum and bass and a lot of future sound. I felt so happy and proud to be from the same city as Flying Lotus who was being goofy on the mic and had quite possibly inhaled prior to his set. He cut it short which sucked, but the music he did deliver was brain-bending and body moving. Take my hand, and I will lead you on the pathway to the future of music. I cannot explain how much I love Flying Lotus, or what his music does to my brain, or the new ways it moves my body, or how much fun it is to dance to his wonky beats. It is epic. He is a portal.

    Dizztroit!

    Dizztroit!

    FlyLo’s crowd was thick but cleared out right after when people realized that Benga had missed his flight and would not be performing. Lame. People were straight fiending for dubstep at that festival, frothing at the mouth and shit. Like I said Flying Lotus weaved in a bit of dubstep but besides that, the new and popular genre was wildly underrepresented at the festival. So too was drum and bass with only one scheduled set, which the performing MC was a bit upset about (a pissed-off drum and bass head, wow how weird).

    Chillin

    Chillin

    Of course the festival was techno-thick which this addict did not mind. If you are a techno fiend and did not go to Detroit then you need to have your fucking head examined. Start saving up for next year. Now. The motherland pulsed for three days straight with the unrelenting aural penetration that is techno music. So good.

    Sunrise my last morning in Detroit found me high in the hotel room of new friends whom we had given a ride home from an afterparty in exchange for a smoke out, and as the city’s hues rose to a golden peach over the river and Hart Plaza, I felt a warm smile come to rest on my heart, a feeling of love for my people that is not going away any time soon.

    Sunrise, Detroit. Hart Plaza below.

    Sunrise, Detroit from GM Building/Marriott Hotel. Hart Plaza below.

    DEMF fucking rocks, it is everything you expect it would be layered over with a gritty no-shit-taking realness, herds of crazy kids and a ridiculous amount of the finest electronic music in the world, all set in an epic city whose continuing deterioration only portends that of its parent country. Things are changing in the world. Detroit’s GM is declaring bankruptcy today; scary for sure but change breeds new ideas, new outlooks, and new music. And something tells me that my people will always be there, dancing for hours deep into the night, waving fun noodles and shaking asses, befriending strangers and touching the lion.

    See you guys next year. I LOVE DETROIT!!!

    My photos are kind of lame because I have a shitty camera and kind of suck as a photographer. You know who can write AND click the shutter? Donte Parks. Check out his Flickr stream here for some great pics of DEMF.

    Brambylon @ Fool’s Paradise: Desert Techno for Breakfast

    Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , on March 24, 2009 by worldromper
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    Can I get some techno with that sunrise?

    Something tells me you guys are going to get sick of reading about music parties in the desert, but…

    I have found yet another new love. 

    I consider myself a pretty hard-core camper. I have spent weeks backpacking in the wilderness with nary a shower to my stank. I have camped on beaches and battlegrounds, next to rivers and on top of mountains. I have slept in cow fields, on scrubland, by glaciers, in canoes, on islands, in drippy jungles and in city parks under skyscrapers. But until I moved to Los Angeles, I had NEVER camped in the desert.

    The drive from LA was magnificent!

    The drive from LA was magnificent!

    WTF? It came as a shock to me too. I was so excited about moving here for the music and sunshine that I kind of forgot about the desert. I was all set to go to Burning Man last year for the first time but sold my ticket in order to spend three weeks in Thailand. The beaches were fabulous.

    But there is nothing in this world like dancing to a morning set of bangin’ minimal techno while the sun rises over the desert, the fresh rays igniting the bowl of mountains around you into raging pinks and blues.

    Sunday Sunrise

    Sunday Sunrise

    The DJ watches the skies, timing his beats to hit when the ball cracks the horizon. We danced up the sun this weekend, I swear it.

    I spent Saturday night out in the desert about three hours southeast of Los Angeles near Borrego Springs, missing the Friday night breaks and dubstep. 😦 But not to fear, techno is here. 

    Smoke a bowl of mountains

    Smoke a bowl of mountains

    I LOVE TECHNO. For the record. There has been some doubt to my commitment to all genres of EDM, but give me a fucking break. Do YOU have a sign hanging on your wall made by friends that says, “Seattle Techno- Shilo ROX it like U wish U could”? Yeah. Shut UP about me not liking techno, bitches. 

    For my experience, this was a techno party and it filled me up like a weekend spent outdoors listening to music always does, no matter the setting. The wind was insane. Although it is a pain to be chilling in your tent and still get smacked in the face repeatedly with sheets of sand,

    Sergio & Nikki rockin' it Saturday afternoon

    Sergio & Nikki rockin' it Saturday afternoon

    the wind always gives a crazy energy to the party, blowing a wild and furious river through the campground. It makes me scream to the moon while I dance, and I love it. 

    The beats were solid all night long, not one bad set in the lot. I usually try to meet all the DJs so I can thank them for their art and feed them with my words but apparently I was too busy running around like a banshee and hitting myself in the face with my sweet LED glow staff to meet a single one.

    What happened to the roof? The wind blew it the hell off, that's what.

    What happened to the roof? The wind blew it the hell off, that's what.

    Philly B was laying down a fat set when we arrived on Saturday afternoon, and Skandar played a minimal to dubstep to minimal set that worked and worked fucking well, beats sent up to the Milky Way by all of us fools in paradise, aka the dance floor. To all you other DJs, thank you for your music. I am sure that we will meet soon.

    The best DJs in the future will not play one genre but many, mixing in the best elements of all of them to create new and exciting sounds. I can hear it in my friends’ sets who play multiple genres. They are better.

    Sunrise Shilo Shadow, being all tall and shit.

    Sunrise Shilo Shadow

    People can argue and post bitchy comments in forums about genres and labels and glitch hop vs techno vs candycorn all we want (and we will), but good music is good music, period. 

    Except for gabber. That shit SUCKS.