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Epic Days of Cacophony @ Electric Daisy Carnival: DAY 1

Posted in Festivals, From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2009 by worldromper

Hello freaks! I am doing something a little bit different with my EDC review; I attended the massive rave on the press pass tip and took my friend Skandar from San Diego. Not only are his cargo pockets good for sneaking in various party paraphernalia, but he also writes, and as a DJ is privy to some insights that escape this dancing queen. I will be mixing our reviews together to give you a different voice and perspective on the carnival; his words are in green.

Did somebody say rave?

If there was any doubt to the existence or relevance or dominance of rave culture in America, this past weekend showed that the candy kid community is alive and well, wearing next-to-nothing and shaking its ass like there might be no tomorrow- a pretty smart move in this day and age.

Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum

Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum

Over 135,000 ravers came out to downtown Los Angeles (90,000 on Saturday alone) to dance, drink, drug, stare up in wonder at art installations, put music in their earholes, take free carnival rides and say, “Holy SHIT look at all the fucking people here!

The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum was the location of just one of the five stages and the scale and grandeur of the former sports arena overwhelmed me, even more so than the Colosseum in Rome once did. The dance floor was a football field full of whirling, squirming, spinning freaks, and that was just ONE of the stages set up for this massive rave, which has now been hailed as the largest festival in the United States and possibly the world.

Geez why don't they get some candy?

Geez why don't they get some candy?

One thing is certain- the Electric Daisy Carnival was the biggest party that I have ever been to. I was completely blown away by the magnitude of the event and by the legions of ravers that crawled out of whatever fuzzy backpacks they had been hiding in. I saw candy up to the armpits, plenty of hot young T&A, LEDs blinking in the mouths of teenage boys in day-glo biker shorts, more light shows than a meteor shower, and fuzzy pink backpacks wearing candy and pacifiers and LED toys. The rave was ON with ridiculous visuals and enough lasers to last until next year- because I am definitely going back!

Diplo/Major Lazer's Trailer

Diplo/Major Lazer's Trailer

Friday night I drove up to LA after work and scrambled to get to the  press area before they closed it at 10. We got our passes off-site and  then found parking, which happened to be kind of far from the  artist/press entrance and they wouldn’t let us into the regular admission entrance (I guess all-access only counts once you’re inside).  We found our gate with a little cardboard “artist entrance” sign and  walked right in. It was pretty cool walking past all the backstage  trailers with artist names taped on the doors, but we weren’t trying to dilly dally so we ran towards the music. We spent a little bit of time  walking around and finding our bearings, checking out the different stage setups and art installations – I was really happy to see so much Burner art on display, and ran into a bunch of my friends stilt walking. The huge wrought iron human sculptures were my favorite, I had seen a few of them on the Playa a couple years back. There was no cutting corners or skimping on any part of this festival: every single stage displayed booming sound, intelligent lighting, lasers, visuals, and decor. A plethora of carnival rides included gut-wrenching spinners as well as a family-friendly ferris wheel, fun house, and merry-go-round.

Free rides!

Free rides!

Friday was the chill day with only 45,000 kids running amok in between whizzing carnival rides and cuddle puddles. And by ‘kids,’ I mean anyone younger than me. After checking out the screaming DNB stage for a quick minute, I happenstanced upon what was probably my favorite moment of the festival:

We approached the Circuit Grounds Stage with perfect timing, because just as we entered the very back of the open-field dance floor, the booming bass of Pretty Lights raked over my body and tickled my mind. They had just launched into my very favorite song of theirs, “Who Loves Me.”

Half skipping, half running, half dancing and half laughing as I made my way up towards the stage, the crowd got thicker and thicker and my heartbeat faster and faster. At EDC Pretty Lights was just one guy and just one DJ set, but he was throwing thundering monsoons of bass across a crowd of a dozen thousand. My carnival had begun.

Chilled at the DnB stage for a bit but from the lineup I knew this would be a bang-your-head-against-the-wall type of DnB night, which I was not ready for at that point, so we made our way to Pretty Lights. Throwing down old school verses of Biggie Smalls and Wu-Tang Clan (Cream get the money!) over original tunes with massive basslines and glitched-out melodies, Pretty Light(s) defied genres with a brilliant Ableton Live/midi/turntablist scratching set.The Glitch Mob would have been proud. Closing out with a mashup of M.I.A.’s “Paper Planes” and Wrecks ‘n Effects “Rump Shaker” made this the set of the night.

RAVE ON

RAVE ON

After a quick ten-dollar MGD it was time for STS9 and as per usual, the band was a bit too mellow for me; then again I have more energy than anyone I know and tend towards intensely potent music that is burning the world down, so STS9 is probably right on the mark for most people. The crowd did seem a little shy on the roving neohippies that usually follow the band; maybe the steep ticket prices dissuaded them from attending.

Following Pretty Lights was the much-anticipated Sound Tribe Sector Nine, a staple of the neo-hippie scene and a band at the forefront of the jam band/electronica hybrids (what I like to call “hippietronica”). Seeming to never get fully into the crowd, however, STS9 went “artsy” rather than “rave” and began losing the crowd immediately. After about 30 minutes of waiting for the set to build up we decided that they lost their chance and went to check out the main stage for the first time – luckily right on cue for the night’s big fireworks display. Quite an impressive little show of colorful explosions while ATB doused the coliseum crowd of about 10,000 in cheesy trance.

Biggest Dance Floor EVER!

Biggest Dance Floor EVER!

Off to the GIANT Kinetic Field in the stadium where ATB was drenching the night in the world’s most popular EDM genre: trance. Even my bass-favoring self could not help but be moved at the sight of a football field full of happy people having the time of their lives and trancing it up. DAMN I love my international electronic music community! Right on cue a huge gang of fireworks hit the night sky to thousands of oohs and aahs along with fifty-foot plumes of fire shooting up on either side of the stage and a billion lasers blazing over the tripping faces of the crowd. It was nothing short of spectacular; at that moment I could not conceive why anyone would not want to be in our world, the world of a happy dancing music-loving freaks.

As soon as the fireworks blew their load we headed over to Boys Noize at the Neon Garden stage whose tech-thick electro had the crowd worked into a lather. There we heard the first Michael Jackson tribute of the weekend, an a’cappella version of “Rock With You.” A dozen thousand people paid tribute to the King of Pop whose influence on music and American culture is undeniable; we all shared a moment that no doubt even the Michael-haters felt. I wanted to hold up my lighter but had already lost it, and God knows I leave my cellphone in the car at these events lest I lose it. Again.

Boys Noize

Boys Noize

After the fireworks ended we didn’t have much time left since Friday night was ending at 2 AM, so we made it over to the only stage we hadn’t checked out yet – the Neon Garden. Not being a huge fan of electro I was kind of avoiding that stage, however when we got into the thick of it I was locked into place by a deliciously techy set of electro by Boys Noize – again only one member of the group, but he played an impressive live set. Surprised that I had not heard a single Michael Jackson remix yet at the festival, I was glad that the first one was a tastefully done “Rock With You.” Though he focused a bit too much on manufactured buildups & breakdowns for his live performance, the crowd ate it up, especially at the end when he dropped some straight up hardcore followed by Lil Wayne’s “A Milli” to close out.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR DAY 2 OF THE ELECTRIC DAISY CARNIVAL! SHIT’S SO BIG I HAD TO BREAK IT INTO TWO REVIEWS!! 

Read the Electric Daisy Carnival Day 2 HERE.

STS9 “Peaceblaster” Remix Album to Benefit New Orleans Make It Right Foundation

Posted in Music News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2009 by worldromper

I cannot wait to spend my money on this music.

theneworleansmakeitrightSTS9 and 1320 Records drop remix album Peaceblaster on June 23rd and 100% of the proceeds will go to the Make It Right Foundation of New Orleans, an organization dedicated to rebuilding the city and helping reestablish the lives of so many people whose worlds were devastated by Hurricane Katrina.

I am from the dirty South; I grew up drinking purple and have spent many beautiful days and more than a few crazy nights in the rich, colorful, delicious city of New Orleans. It is a place thick with layers of a storied past and a city like no other place on earth. 

Make It Right is Brad Pitt’s lovechild (one of ’em) and the foundation is working with the residents of the ravaged 9th Ward to rebuild the neighborhood in a sustainable fashion while retaining all of the character and soul that makes New Orleans so special.

Besides helping people who really need it, JUST CHECK OUT this ridiculous list of just some of the 30 artists who remix STS9 songs on Peaceblaster:

  • Lazer Sword
  • Glitch Mob
  • Eskmo
  • Bluetech
  • Alex B
  • Ott
  • Nosaj Thing
  • Welder
  • Deru
  • Pretty Lights
  • Eliot Lipp
  • Daedelus
  • Bass Science

See the rest of the artists and the track list here; the album drops June 23 and will be available on iTunes or at 1320 Records. Buy that shit.

Read my review of STS9 with the Glitch Mob at the Wiltern Theatre in LA here.

STS9 & The Glitch Mob @ The Wiltern Theatre

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2009 by worldromper

Last night changed my life. The city of LA, after one week, has changed my life, and the Wiltern Theatre changed my life. If you don’t believe that one night or even one moment can affect you forever, then maybe you need to get out more. And you need to fucking dance.

I went to a show last night to see all four members of the Glitch Mob open for Sound Tribe Sector 9, expecting of course to dance my face off to their sweet ass future funk and listen to some of the most forward-thinking, fun, and bass-slutty music in the world. What I did not expect was to be blown away by the powerful headlining band and by the opulent historic theatre as well.

The Wiltern Theatre opened in 1931 and stands today (after almost being destroyed in the 70’s) as one of the finest examples of Art Deco architecture in the U.S. It is simply amazing: an aquamarine-tiled exterior with blazing blue neon sign heralding the night’s performers, al encasing a luscious entryway and interior heavily detailed with geometric designs, sunbursts, zig zags and murals. Now I am not big on Art Deco, being an Art Nouveau lover and Mucha fanatic- but like most things in life that I think I don’t like, it turns out that I just hadn’t experienced really good Art Deco yet. The Wiltern is now my favorite theatre/performance house in the world that I’ve been to, beating out the Sydney Opera House and the Palais Garnier in Paris (which inspired the tale of the Phantom of the Opera). I was blown away and will let the venue slide on the ridiculously weak drinks served up at seven bucks a pop.

I went out alone last night, which may strike some of you as weird, but surely not those of you who know me- I love going out alone. The evening is a blank canvas and I, it’s creator. Shilo does what Shilo wants, whether that is to bounce to another party right after the opening set or to stay out until 7PM the next day- hard to do when you have a car full of five friends. Plus, I only know about ten people in LA, and three of them were in the opening act.

However within five minutes of arriving outside the venue I had run into five people I knew. Some I had met earlier that week at shows in LA, and some were acquaintances from Seattle. “Aren’t you novaTRON’s friend?” a pretty brunette asked. “Fuck yes I am!” Communities today are defined not by family or religion or geography but by shared interests, and my tribe is the one of bad ass electronic music, hey what can I say?

People travel from all over to see STS9; I met fans who had driven from Tennessee and Texas and had a really good time talking to the friendly freaks in the festie-flavored crowd. The fans were young, male-heavy, Phishy, and named ‘Wave’ and “Cherry Bomb”; I met one girl who was wearing the exact same underwear I had on, as pants. I mingled right down front, accessed by my early-arrival wristband, with a lot of people who didn’t even know who the openers were. “What have you heard about the Glynch Mob?” one chick asked me. “Only that they are about to blow your mind,” was my reply. Later on in the night I did run into several people who, like me, were there for the Mob.

And then while we were chatting, the Glitch Mob walked out to their laptops as nonchalantly as if they were about to check their Myspace messages on them instead of ripping out some fantastic crunk. Flanked either side by fatty brown leather couches and a little fireplace, indeed the feel was that of a cozy little house party. A cozy little house party with four of my favorite producers on earth. 

Right down front, I was in heaven, except of course for the losers who post up on the front of the dance floor and then don’t dance. WTF? Get the fuck out of my way, wallflower, I want to get down. With new (to me, anyway) music at the beginning of their set, the boys continued with their remix of Nalepa’s Monday (always a crowd favorite) and a lot of West Coast-heavy shit. People in the crowd just would just start screaming, “LA! LA! LA! California! AHHHHHH!” These people LOVE their city, as they should. You would NEVER be at a show in Seattle and hear someone scream, “Washington!” NEVER.

I LOVE being at a Glitch Mob show surrounded by a crowd who are mostly Mob virgins. They start out a bit confused, then they begin realizing what is happening inside their brains and their bodies, and by the end of the set the dance floor is freaking out, hot and sweaty. Just like me.

The four artists were a bit more subdued last night than I had seen them before, except for edIT of course, and except for the times when they interacted with each other with smiles and laughs and secret hand signals. Put into a group with no appointed leader, humans will defer to the one who uses the most gestures. It is a scientific fact, and edIT wins the captain award hands down- or hands up, as it were. Last night they all seemed very focused, and they were, for not one of them noticed when I had a major wardrobe malfunction down front due to dancing like an idiot and my hoo-has popped right out the top of my top (fucking corset!). Thank god- I want to get artists’ attention with my words, not with my nipples.

In my opinion of the Glitch Mob, Boreta is the most original and my continued favorite; his tracks are never in a hurry to destroy you- but they always do. OOah is the most out-there and goes the furthest and I think when he plays as a duo with one of the others, he always brings out their darker sides. Kraddy knows the crowd best and throws down the hypest party music, and edIT? Well, edIT is edIT. Enough said. And one thing is for sure- he really, really, wants to know “What’s up!??!?” Each member of the Mob is insanely talented, fresh and unique on their own, and when they all play together the result is that of a sum greater than its parts: a new animal is created, a new sound that I will promote to the end of the universe.

A lot of people say that midtempo is hard to dance to. I say, those people can’t dance. Ah, just kidding, fuckers, I’ll tell you a secret: NO ONE CAN DANCE, and yes, everyone can dance. Dancing is an innate ability of human beings. However midtempo is not like hard techno or psy-trance where you can basically just hop up and down twitching on the dance floor for hours and fit right in. The slower tempo means that there is room for a lot of moves, and moves within moves. Between the beats, each motion is exaggerated and is more noticeable; this makes people more self-conscious which can spell trouble for the dance floor. That said, I know a lot of hard-core dance-lovers, people whose identities are first and foremost that of dancer- and those freaks all LOVE to dance to the Glitch Mob.

Some people just aren’t ready for the future, and that is where the Glitch Mob comes from. I think their music had a little too much energy for the more mellow neo-hippie crowd last night, and I can sympathize, because so do I. I was born with a supernatural amount of energy and will disrupt a room full of meditators just by standing in the doorway. But by the end of the Glitch Mob’s set, many of those chilled out stoner STS9 fans were covered in sweat and dancing like that is what they came to do. You cannot resist this music. You want to party? Do the glitch.

One suggestion, Glitch Mob: I really think you need someone jumping up and down on those brown leather couches during the show and maybe also a towel girl for Boreta’s head. And just so you know, I am available for part-time work in the LA area. I am already promoting your next shows (two this month), writing down for people the name of venues that I haven’t even been to yet, I  because I can’t not promote the art I love. I even bought a tee shirt last night, so get ready because this list whore is SO hitting you guys up next time.

On to the main act: STS9. I had missed their last show in Seattle because I was broke and had to put up with listening to my friends’ rave reviews for days after, so I was stoked to experience this popular band first-hand. They did not disappoint. After being right in the thick of things and right up front with the Glitch Mob, I made my way up, up, and up to the very back row of the immense theater, sitting exactly in the middle and taking in the entire room like I was a queen and this flashing and pounding spectacle was my kingdom. In a new city and free of any prior party persona I felt captive to, I sat in the back and took notes. At a show. I took notes. Trying, trying to capture this intangible experience happening around me, writing down phrases in the dark with a new, more focused version of myself, the Shilo that will be a great writer one day. And then I went right back down to the pit and danced my fucking brains out. 

Though STS9’s slower ballad-ish songs were not my can of beer, the crowd lapped them up, and all around me couples were humping each other, freaking the wall, and licking the speakers- seriously. The guy on the drum kit was my favorite out of the many performers on stage but then again, I kind of have a thing for beat masters. I was really into their many songs with the slapping bass; STS9’s organic, percussive-centric sound has deep tribal echo and is truly psychedelic. That word is thrown around a lot these days, but STS9 nails it, and if the dilated pupils of the majority of the crowd were any indication, they were not disappointed by the beats. In fact, they were fucked.

STS9 is a perfected blend of electronic and traditional instruments, and last night all the elements came together: guitars and laptops, deep and groovy music, a relentless and strobing visual art experience with bars of rainbow light, live painters on stage, the beautiful and historic theater, and then that other thing. You know, that unnameable feeling that makes you laugh out loud for no reason in the middle of a crowd, that inspiration that goes inside of your body and moves it for you for hours on the dance floor, the reason that you spend all of your money and your time on live music performances. It is that thing which we create- the energy made by human beings that bounces back and forth between the artists and the recipient crowd and sets the night afire. It is human communion through music and dance, and it has been changing our lives for a zillion years, and we know this. You know this, I know this: my community, the bad ass electronic music people, we know this. And it breaks my heart to think that there are a whole lot of humans out there, maybe even sitting right next to you, who have never experienced such transcendence on the dance floor. Someone has to tell them, someone has to explain that there is much more to this world than cable TV and career ladders and a bigger car. This is why I write, not only to capture moments in words but to promote the art I love and try to reach a bigger audience, to share with them the music that has changed my life. That is why I write.

Okay well that, and to get into shows for free. Like I said, I am a list whore and I admit it. When you go out as much as me, you have to be. No apologies.

Until next time from the streets of LA,

Shilo

From The Front Lines: Echoplex with FLYamSAM, Gaslamp Killer & More

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2009 by worldromper

Does it do it for you? Does the early-night sight of a cheap plastic table piled high with laptops with glowing, bitten apples, USB cables up the kazoo and out the wazoo, wires and boxes with buttons and knobs all over the place do it for ya? Does it make you bob up and down like a cork in whiskey with a stupid fucking grin plastered on your face for so long your cheeks hurt? Does it bring your heart up in your throat like you just saw the boy you like staring at you with very bad intentions in his head? Does it make you dance like this is your only life and you are going to die someday? Does it?

Well it sure as hell does it for me. 

Can I get a FUCK YES for the button pressers? For the unapologetic wizards who give us the gift of dance night after night? For the boys and girls moving forward the future of fucking sound with their electronic creations and tireless efforts?

I woke up this morning after less than four hours of sleep, bright eyed with strands of words in my head desperately trying to worm their way out before they disintegrated into a lost dream. Maybe it was the pseudoephedrine-laced cough medicine I took last night (now I understand why they make FUCKING CRANK out of that shit), but by all practical purposes I should have slept deep into the bright and sunny day. But I couldn’t stay in bed and was up by 7AM, energized by the talent I experienced the night before and yes, this insane LA sunshine on my face. I had forgotten what it was like to walk outside and have the weather lift your spirits, instead of peering into another gloomy, overcast day and wanting to kill a bird and break somebody’s windshield just for the hell of it.

Sorry Seattle. My bad. But you are going to have to put up with my super annoying OMFGILOVETHESUNSHINE shit for a while. I will try and send some up the West Coast to you; expect it mid-July. For a month.

So anyway I arrived around 11:30 last night at the Echoplex, a big dark belly of a place with the stickiest floors I’ve danced on in a WHILE. That’s how I like it though- give me divey and grimey and filthy and city OR give me the outdoors in the forest or field or beach. I am a woman of extremes, though I did not favor the pussy little drinks in Dixie Cups at the Echoplex one bit- next time I’m bringing a flask. The sound was pretty good up front although towards the back it got a little cloudy; this didn’t bother me however since I am never in the back of the room. I am a card-carrying speaker freaker, and you know this.

Now the Echoplex is in the neighborhood of Echo Park in Los Angeles, an area I was warned to never, ever to go at night lest the roving gangs of marauders decapitate me the instant I stop at a red light and disperse my body parts to the four corners of the universe. Obviously this did not happen. Cough cough, did somebody say culture of fear?

I arrived as the earlier show of the night was coming to an end and the funky Latino punk-hop band Ozotmatli was working the crowd- it was hot and sweaty and smelly up front as the dance floor jumped around, got down, and waved arms on command. Great dance music and lyrics (DONDE ESTA LA AFTER PARTY?), but since I was there for the late-late action I didn’t want to go too crazy and instead had a drink and went out to the smoking section where I met friends # 12, 13, and 14 in Los Angeles, all of whom welcomed me with big smiles to their city which they obviously love. I also met Carmen, the chick in the bathroom selling cigarettes, condoms, and gum- I don’t think anyone had asked her name since 2006. I have had a very warm welcome here indeed- not only have the temperatures been flipping sub-tropical but the artists I know in LA have reached out to me with open arms, putting me on lists and inviting me to sweet parties all over the city. 

Ozomatli finished up with a powerful political message, truly a great introduction for me to LA’s vibrant and active Latino community and a great funk-forward band. The crowd thinned out dramatically and became more rainbow with fewer women. And I ask again, why the hell are electronic music shows so dominated by the boys?

“BOYS! MUSIC! NOW! PRESS SOME BUTTONS!” was what I was screaming in my head at the sound guys of the Echoplex who had quite the rough time getting their shit together so Eliot Lipp and Alex B could play. Finally, the bass boomed out and we got the fat fucking beats we had been waiting for. These guys are the shit, in case you didn’t know. Check out the mixes on their Myspace pages. Now. 

The Echoplex ruckus was the official after party for the STS9 show; people started to trickle in and by the time the Gaslamp Killer went on, the floor was getting hot with one crazy blond chick dancing like a mad woman down front (there’s freaks in LA, WATCH OUT YO). “Hope you sound guys are ready for me,” the artist taunted the techies with a smile.

Now, I must tell you: I love the Gaslamp Killer. No, let me rephrase that: I FUCKING LOVE THE MOTHERFUCKING GASLAMP KILLER. His set was rudely and heavily cut with grimy dubstep and the boy acts like he is commanding an orchestra of dancing zombie minions or maybe an army of club kid-skeleton freaks to do his bidding as he swings his arms and fro maniacally to his hefty beats. Jesus Christ, where do I enlist? Another sound guy had to crawl out and put some sort of jack under the table to hold up the weight of the equipment and of course, that chunky bass. And wow, do the ladies love that fro or WHAT? He is my new favorite.

After that inspiring set, the oh-so-loveable Flying Lotus stepped onto the stage alongside SamIYam and together as FLYamSAM, proceeded to lay down crackled, warped brain music, a perfect fit in the dank underground club, and I danced the rest of the night away. The two play off each other well, having a great time. I always love watching Flying Lotus do his thing because he exudes joy, his passion for his music as apparent as his smile. I always just want to hug him. I left before the very end, ‘cuz motherfucker I’m ill, not sick- no really, I am existing way under the weather and my normal hyper-energetic self. I have no health insurance, but no worries- music is the medicine.

The crowd last night was not huge, but truly these cats are ahead of their time. A lot of people don’t quite ‘get’ the music they are making, for they are on the bullethead of the art of sound and it takes the majority of people a while to catch up. But they will. Keep doin’ it, yall, for all of us alive out here. I see how the bass slut scene in Seattle has grown in one year, and I must say I could not be more excited to see and help this music dominate the West Coast and then on to the world. You guys with me?

And speaking of noodling up to artists: please, people, when a DJ or producer or MC or visual artist wows you, TELL THEM. Thank them. Creating something from your brain and putting it out there and saying “hey everybody, judge me please” takes a lot of balls. As a writer I know the power of words; kind statements from my friends nourish me for weeks and weeks. So tonight while you are out if someone rocks your world, let them know. You don’t have to have a colorful vocab (watch the low jab)- just saying ‘thanks’ helps artists to keep creating and making the world better for all of us. SO DO IT.

Speaking of tonight: STS9 plays another show here in LA at the historic Wiltern Theatre; I will be there early as to not miss one second of Kraddy, OOah, edIT and Boreta as they rain down mad sulphurous thunderfuck upon the crowd. Then for me it is on to a sweet rooftop party downtown with Robot Koch- after getting to party all night with his Jahcoozi-mates Sasha and Oren at this year’s Decibel Festival, I must say- it’s going to be one HELL of a night.

Seattle, you’ve got Mr. Rogers and birthday boy novaTRON at J-Sun’s going away party tonight at the Lo-Fi. DO NOT MISS.

Again, this blog is a work in progress. I LOVE getting comments, yes even negative ones. I like to hear what you have to say, so say it loud. Does anybody get my referrals to random lyrics and songs? Souleye, maybe?

Peace and love. Have a great Saturday night and remember, safety first, after fun.

Low End Theory: Cherry Popped

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2009 by worldromper

So for my first night out in LA I went to ‘Low End Theory’ at this place called the Airliner just north of Chinatown- my kind of place for sure, nice and dark and gritty with a supersweet sound system. Playing? Oh you know, just the MOTHERFUCKING GASLAMP KILLER (apparently a resident DJ there) along with Lipp Service, Eliot’s Lipp’s mad live electronic band, and Bass Science, otherwise known as Steve Nalepa and Matt B. There were some other artists there as well I didn’t know, but I will.

Nalepa is playing at the Rebar in Seattle on January 31 along with Sleepyhead and my good friend Noisemaker; for any of you reading this in Seatown (which is like, ALL of you)- do NOT miss this bass slut show, and that is an order.

Anyway I walked up to the venue and of course started bullshitting with the various freaks out front, one of whom turned out to be the manager of the place, and therefore Shilo drank for free the rest of the night. As if you didn’t know, free vodka is a double-edged sword which must be handled with a delicate touch. The mad amount of talent in this upstairs room on a Wednesday night blew my mind, and had me dancing like the freak I am for hours. Oh yes.

You may have noticed that you don’t get much of a review sometimes out of me, and it is almost always because I had too much fun, and that was the case on my virgin night out in LA. Though I did come here to write for musicians so I will soon be getting my shit together and writing up reviews for real; stay tuned to hear about the STS9 show on Saturday night at the Wiltern. It should be a sweet show and the openers? Some kids named the Glitch Mob. Tonight there’s a little party with Flying Lotus and SamIYam, otherwise known as FlyAmSam. And I also heard talk of a rooftop party with Robot Koch, one-third of one of my favorite musical groups in the world, Jahcoozi. He’s driving down from San Fran in a rent car as I type.

So yeah, I am in heaven and wondering what took me so fucking long to get to the center of the universe. After a week of unsuccessful job and apartment hunting, it was a great slap in the face to remember why I moved here- the music, the music, the music, and the sunshine. I am in the honeymoon phase of moving to a new place, and am skipping around town like a fucking crackhead, dancing to the dubstep which gets stuck in my brain, and driving around with the windows down, all with a stupid, shit-eating grin plastered on my face 24/7