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Shilo’s December Events

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HOLY FRICKIN’ HOLIDAZE I can’t believe 2009 is almost gone. This time last year, I wasn’t even considering moving to LA. And yet here I am now, smack in the middle of the most creative and exciting underground electronic scene in the world!

December is always party season, and this year is no exception. I keep this post updated and added to throughout the month and you can find it by looking in the right-hand column on my main page under “Shilo’s Event Calendar.”

  • Dec 2: Low End Theory Family Reunion w/Gaslamp Killer, Daddy Kev, Nobody, Nocando + special guests TBA
  • Dec 3: The Do Lab presents Solvent, Michna & Kether at King King
  • Dec 3: Respect presents Genr8 & Kuru
  • Dec 4: Culprit & Throne of Blood presents DJ Kaos, Soul Clap, TK Disko & Droog @ TS2
  • Dec 4: BWOMP presents Dubstep.FM Invades LA w/Dopelabs, HD4000, EMU & SURPRISE GUEST @ TBA
  • Dec 4: Nosaj Thing & Low Limit of Lazer Sword @ The Changing Same (San Jose)
  • Dec 4: CONTROL @ Avalon w/AC Slater & DJ Craze
  • Dec 5: Mark Farina @ Vanguard
  • Dec 5: KRS-One @ The Roxy
  • Dec 5: Winter Fresh Festival w/Datsik, The Toxic Avenger & much more @ the Pico Rivera Sports Arena
  • Dec 9: Low End Theory with Busdriver, Oscar McClure, Bossasaurus, Asura & residents
  • Dec 9: Lucent Dossier Experience @ H.Wood (every Wednesday)
  • Dec 10: I AM A LASER with Ana Sia and Deru @ Club Nokia Mezzanine Lounge
  • Dec 10: Made to Play with Jesse Rose, Riva Starr, Zombie Disco Squad & more @ the Roxy
  • Dec 10: Respect w/Everfresh, Whizard B2B Circuit, Machete, MC XYZ @ Dragonfly
  • Dec 10: Dopelabs, Them Cargo Pants, Knorsq & Tealong @ The Crosby
  • Dec 11: Chicks with Decks: Michele Bass, Imagika, Porter Tinsely & more @ Area 33
  • Dec 11: CONTROL @ Avalon w/Etienne de Crecy
  • Dec 11: Ewan Pearson & Droog at TS2
  • Dec 12: Pantheon pres. Elves and Hos Xmas Party w/Mimosa, Jesse Wright, Porter Tinsley & more @ Area 33
  • Dec 12: Gaslamp Killer @ The Echoplex
  • Dec 12: Derick Carter, Luke Solomon, John Graham @ Avaland @ Avalon
  • Dec 12: Hear 008 1-Year Anniversary w/Mark Henning, Drumcell, Jeremy P. Caulfield @ TBA
  • Dec 12: Love Fix w/Mark E Quark, Xavier de Enciso, Alex Villalobos, Victor Carrillo & more @ TBA
  • Dec 13: BRAINFEEDER Sessions w/Nosaj Thing Visual Show Premier, Eskmo, Mono/Poly, Gaslamp Killer, Strangeloop, Kutmah, Teebs & more @ the Downtown Independent
  • Dec 16: Low End Theory w/Sole & the Skyrider Band, Mono/Poly & residents
  • Dec 18: BLVD, Souleye, AdamandEvil, Mid City West @ The Stronghold Building (Venice)
  • Dec 18: Out of Asia w/Reid Speed, Gridlock, HD4000 & more @ TBA
  • Dec 18: CONTROL @ Avalon w/Armand van Helden
  • Dec 18: Obey pres. Brainfeeder & MHD takeover of the Crosby w/SamIYam, Ras G, Tokimonsta & My Hollow Drum (OC)
  • Dec 18: Ugly Sweater Party with BOUNCY HOUSE arriving at 5AM
  • Dec 19: Sqysh Fysh: A Nightmare Before Xmas w/Knowa Knowone, Pumpkin, Brion Charles & Gabe (BM Art Car fundraiser)
  • Dec 19: LA Record Christmas Party with Daedelus, Daddy Kev, Nobody, Take, MatthewDavid & LOTS more @ Bedrock, FREE w/TOY & RSVP here.
  • Dec 19: Infected Mushroom @ Avalon. Read my interview with Infected Mushroom
  • Dec 20: Winter Solstice Party w/Jega, Deru, Kraddy & Tom Burbank @ Air Conditioned Supper Club in Venice
  • Dec 22: Plug Research 2010 w/Daedelus, J.Rocc, Kutmah, surprise guests & more @ Echoplex
  • Dec 23: Low End Theory w/Ras G, SamIYam, Lorn, Teebs & residents
  • Dec 24: A Kilowatts Kristamas Eve feat. Kilowatts live, Treavor, Brian Saitzyk, Stephan Jacobs, Bartek @ Area 33 (Culver City)
  • Dec 26: Pure Filth presents BASSFACE w/DLX, Flying Lotus, Daedelus, Daddy Kev, 6Blocc, The Professionals, Magi, Remo, Metaphase, Kemst & MC1
  • Dec 29: Dubtroit 1-Year Anniversary w/DJ KMO, 12th Planet & more TBA
  • Dec 30: Low End Theory w/Tokimonsta, 6Blocc, Mr. Fantastic & residents
  • Dec 31: Sea of Dreams in SF w/Glitch Mob, Ozomatli, Bassnectar, Ghostland Observatory, Yard Dogs Road Show, EOTO, Lynx & Janover, Random Rab, Marty Party, Ana Sia, an-ten-nae, David Starfire & more
  • Dec 31: Gaslamp Killer, Chromeo & Peanut Butter Wolf @ Club Nokia
  • Dec 31: New Year’s Eve 2010 Together As One w/David Guetta, John Digweed, Dubfire, Sander Kleinenberg & more @ Los Angeles Sport Arena
  • Dec 31: HARD New Year’s Eve w/Boys Noize, A-Trak, DJ Mehdi, Destructo & more @ The Palladium
  • Dec 31: Lunar New Years Eve @ TBA w/Cesare vs. Disorder, Mikael Stavostrand, Acid Circus, Drumcell & more

Shilo’s August Events

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As always, I keep this post updated throughout the month and you can find it by looking in the right-hand column on my main page under “Shilo’s Event Calendar.”

…and the summer of love continues:

  • 1: JUJUBEATS Festival @ Oak Canyon Ranch in Irvine with Bassnectar, the Glitch Mob, Z-Trip, Juakali, Mozaic, Kush Arora & 6Blocc
  • 1: Pure Filth presents BASSFACE with N-Type, Ramadanman, The Professionals, Deco, Novacaines and Kemst
  • 1: HALF CIRCLE w/KiloWatts, Jantsen, Heavenly Father & Kid Logic @ private location
  • 2: Droid Behavior Pool Party @ Dream Loft Pool
  • 5: Low End Theory: Gaslamp Killer’s Record Release Party for “My Troubled Mind” with Free Moral Agents, Thavius Beck & Computer Jay
  • 7: Planetary Series: LOST PLANET with Luca Bacchetti, Orlando Voorn, Robtronik, Developer, & Subversive @ TBA
  • 8: Techno in the Desert
  • 8: HARD @ The Forum w/Underword, Chromeo, Crookers, Crystal Castles, 12th Planet, Skeet Skeet, Destructo & more
  • 12: Low End Theory with ESKMO, Bullion & Diaba$e
  • 13: Welder @ Cabinet Theatre in Hollywood
  • 14: 16Bit & Beyond One Year Anniversary w/Kraddy & RD @ Air Conditioned Supper Club (Venice)
  • 14: Compression @ King King in Hollywood
  • 15: DROID Behavior pres: Interface 28:28 with Tim Xavier, Luis Flores, more more more
  • 15: Señor Fish & Gridlife presents Daedelus @ Plankton Man
  • 19: Low End Theory with Giovanni Marks and Intuition & Verbs
  • 21: BWOMP presents Fill in the Bass @ TBA w/an-ten-nae, Oscure, Odeed, Eva, Kid Logic, DJ 007, Ev-1, Sati & J-Viz (info line 310-933-1451)
  • 22: Pure Filth presents BASSFACE w/Mampi Swift, The Professionals, Drone, Scooba & more
  • 26: Low End Theory Membership Drive w/all residents and edIT
  • 27: My Hollow Drum 2-Year Anniversary w/Nosaj Thing, Free the Robots, Kutmah & more @ The Crosby
  • 29: SMOG 3-Year Anniversary w/Plastician, Babylon System, 12th Planet, DLX, Pawn, Emu, Evol, Pablo Hassan & more @ TBA
  • 31: Burning Man- See you on the PLAYA!

I LOVE SUMMER! Bondi Beach, Sydney Australia

Notes from the Future of Music @ Low End Theory

Posted in Note to Readers with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2009 by worldromper

I may just have to start a separate category on mah blog for Low End Theory.

Low End Theory is my home, and Wednesday is my favorite night. We make music history every week at the Airliner; what goes down in that space is not happening anywhere else at the world. Every week we walk away and the future of electronic music has been changed; tweaked, if ever so slightly, from the course it was on just four hours earlier. 

Even though the outside stage was closed and only the upstairs room was open, last night shit was particularly raucous up in da club. I don’t know if it was because of resident MC Nocando‘s birthday or what, but the female-to-male ratio was substantially lifted and the crowd seemed to be a bit more lifted than usual as well. Female energy + lots of alcohol = people dance. People dance!

Kids were rocking it last night on the upstairs floor, and not just me. Chicks were humping each other and rubbing titties together and shit like that. The Airliner has rearranged the upstairs stage, speakers and visuals to a vast improvement, with a better balance of sound and a more open feeling.

They have also improved the ladies’ room; though still drenched only in deep blue Smurf-making lighting, all three toilets are now in working order and the venue has invested in a little decor and extra paper towels. The efforts have not gone unnoticed; I don’t know if you guys know this, but girls like things to be pretty and clean as opposed to scary and disgusting. We also like flowers and chocolate. We are easy. Not as easy as you, but…

Arriving just before 11 I caught the last of Daddy Kev‘s set and promptly kicked myself for not being there earlier. Besides running the fucking night, Daddy Kev LAYS THAT SHIT DOWN. Proper, and every week. He will be going on tour with the Glitch Mob and Nosaj Thing shortly; if you have a chance to catch his beats in your town, FUCKING DO IT.

Next up was the Motherfucking Gaslamp Killer with a twitchy performance as per usual and styly zings on the turntables. My favorite part of his set was when he walked over into the corner behind the stage and just started freaking out by himself. Gaslamp is the shit.

Mono/Poly was up next and this beatmaker is fresh and quick on the mix, weaving in heaps of tracks, drawing us close and teasing us with stripes of songs before twisting over into another sea of beats. This is where IDM meets the dance floor, and that is exactly where I found myself last night.

Ras G who I love and who banged it out at the Pure Filth show on Saturday, somehow I completely missed last night. WTF Shilo?!? I did hang out downstairs for a while in the roped-off section, talking to a friend about dubstep and drum and bass. For apparently longer than I thought. Damn!

Closing out the night was Take whose “Sleeping Bear” remix I could listen to for a thousand years; find it on his Myspace page. People continued to dance and get lifted until they kicked our asses out at 2AM, and like foxes with our tails on fire we carried out into the streets of LA in a hundred directions heads full of future sound.

Next week at Low End Theory is Nosaj Thing‘s Record Release party for Drift; holy batshit fuckman, it’s gonna be a good night. See you on the dance floor.

daddykev'sbabies?Some crazy ass picture from Low End Theory’s Myspace page.

Low End Theory Membership Drive TONIGHT!

Posted in Events, Music News with tags , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by worldromper

It’s Wednesday, and you know what that means- time to rock the FUCK OUT.

Come to Low End Theory tonight not only to hear the dirty resident beats from Daddy Kev, Nobody, the Mother Fucking Gaslamp Killer, D-Styles and MC Nocando outside on the fatty main stage, but also to become a member of LA’s freshest weekly, bringing you new sounds and beats that will bass your brain including “psychedelic, glitch, avant-rap, IDM and dubstep.” OH YEAH.

Cover is $10, and with that you get a free membership card which allows you $5 entry for future Low Ends and at least 15 cool points in my book.

The shit goes down at The Airliner at 2419 N Broadway where the drinks are cheap, the balcony is laughing, and starry skies look down on the beat freaks with their blessing.


Daedelus, Nosaj Thing & more @ Low End Theory

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2009 by worldromper

Last night was PACKED at Low End Theory, holy God.

I really love the Airliner on Wednesday nights, it is such a unique venue to begin with, featuring the outside space open to the sky, smoking balcony, and upstairs bar with slick dance floor.

Add to this the nondescript neighborhood (free parking), super nice bartenders (Sharkey!), sweet sales table (hair feathers and art wallets) to the taco window (I’ll have two), and you know there is no place else like this on earth. I may live in Silver Lake but my home is on Broadway, on Wednesday nights anyway.

Indeed Wednesdays are my favorite night of the week and I was early enough to catch some of the Mother Fucking Gaslamp Killer and Knxwledge from Philly in the upstairs room along with Nocando, who is going to teach me how to rap. Outside I could see the fat speakers stamped with PURE FILTH in white letters set up on the dance floor, a good sign of the bass to come.

The outdoor dance floor filled up in nanoseconds when the rope dropped and Daddy Kev went on, and by the time Nosaj Thing started working his magic the place was so packed there was no room to dance, unless you repeatedly keep smacking people with your arms and spilling beer on random namedrop DJs, which I did. Nosaj Thing delivered a new track from edIT, fresh from the studio, never heard before, and dripping with bricks of bass which come at you like a wall. We don’t need no thought control.

It was Daedelus who blew my mind last night though, wow. The kid has won me over and I can add one more artist to my fanatic list. His remix of Imogen Bass by 12th Planet and Bombaman was seamless and dirty ahhhhhhh and I just wanted to DANCE. Daedelus leaves on a tour through Europe very soon, so unless you are in Amsterdam or similar, you and I will have to wait for our next lesson and the next level of his symphonic electronic experimentation. And if you ARE in Amsterdam, try the Space Cake.

Low End Theory makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over; I look forward to it every week. Beyond the sweet-sticky venue, the killer sound and the cheap drinks, it is the super chill crowd, friendly and open and there for the music, that makes the night what it is. Everyone comes to hear what these electronic wizards will throw into our brains this time, to experience the future sound together, and to dance. These are my people.

Sweet Daedelus photo by The Holgasnake

Low End Theory: Glitch Mob, Mary Anne Hobbs, & Flying Lotus

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2009 by worldromper

First of all I want to say that this review will be a failure. I haven’t even written it yet, but I know there is absolutely NO WAY I can possibly capture half of what went on last night at Low End Theory in these funny little symbols that make up words that spring from my laptop. No way. But I woke up with phrases falling out of my head; they are the byproduct of my existence and I want to share them with you before I even take a shower and clean myself up- after all, I’ve been on a head trip to a dark and filthy world of bass and grime.

I feel like I just returned from the epicenter of the future of music and came out alive. I am wandering around my place this morning like a lobotomy patient, just saying ‘FUCK’ out loud over and over. My brain is all over the floor like scrambled eggs and I am tingling in all the right places.

Last night at Low End Theory, LA made the world go ’round. Could you feel that shit? I thought the walls were about to blow off the building, that if anyone even struck a match, the whole earth would explode. When you press a lot of human beings together in a small space, you can always smell the crazy in the air. It’s an odor much louder than the aroma of pot or BO or Swishers; it crawls up your nose and infects your brain until you’re putting off the scent of crazy too. You know that smell? Yeah. You do.

I arrived at the Airliner early last night, bought a PBR tall boy and starting bullshitting with my slowly expanding circle of LA friends. The crowd was a fucking Who’s Who of the creators and performers of the city’s bass slut scene, there not only to support their friends but also for the same reason we all were: to experience the epic shift in consciousness only obtained at a live music show, and to dance our fucking faces off.

On the outside stage the laptops and mixers and magical equipment of the Glitch Mob were already set up, and some huge chunky speakers were chilling in front of the stage, extra sound brought in by Pure Filth. The speakers took up a bit of the dance floor but we sure as hell didn’t mind.

The music popped on upstairs and I ran up to dance. Nobody was spinning and the MC Nocando was encouraging the early crowd to get up and get down. Now, just hearing Nobody spin would be an EXCELLENT night. Just this ONE artist. The room quickly started filling up and a few pop-and-locker types started doing their mad robot shit, and soon D Styles was on, keeping the crowd hyped and bouncing. Every so often the Mother Fucking Gaslamp Killer would come over and yell something on the mic, or off the mic, or play with knobs and levers from the dance floor side of the decks. At this point I was already covered in sweat with my hair in pony-tailed dance mode and thought SHIT I better fucking pace myself, there is SO MUCH to come.

So I got another PBR and headed downstairs in the cool outdoor air, looking up at the stars and talking to all kinds of random people who were filtering in. A rope separated the sparkling, sparking crowd from the dance floor and stage, and when they took this flimsy barrier down I felt like I was a ten year-old in line for the biggest roller coaster in the world. People RAN, and in a split second, the dance floor was full and I found myself very close to the front. Soon Nobody and the Mother Fucking Gaslamp Killer were on to warm up the crowd, and everyone around me was already starting to freak out, seriously just twitching and jumping and screaming. Up front two blond chicks were making out. Now, two blond chicks making out is kind of like the naked guy: when these people show up, you KNOW it’s a party. That shit is ON. The chicks always go over a little better, of course.

Nocando was up on stage as well, coaxing the California love from the crowd which we threw in the air like the ‘L’s on our hands. “C! A!” he screamed: “ALL DAY!” was the response, and people just start yelling “LOS ANGELES! AHHHHH!” A month ago I was trying to decide whether to move to LA or San Fran or Montréal, all which have these AMAZING music scenes going on right now. I talked to everyone I knew in these three cities, and what won me over was the mad amount of passion I felt in the responses from LA. These people LOVE their city. NO REALLY- they FUCKING LOVE IT. Los Angeles has that center-of-the-universe personality layered over with a driving appetite, a slick strutting confidence, a feeling of insanity flickering just below the surface that threatens to burst out across the entire world. People in LA have BALLS. THEY GET DOWN with NO apologies. I just may have found my favorite home EVER. My ‘L’ is UP.

Now Mary Anne Hobbs took to the decks. She is not only a killer DJ but also one of biggest proponents of the bass slut sound in the world, routinely throwing out dark and wobble-riddled new music for the listeners of her pioneering and constantly evolving electronic show on BBC’s Radio 1, Experimental. On air she connects bold producers with a hungry audience, uniting “generation bass,” and will be broadcasting this Low End Theory show very soon. She is also a music journalist, an expert motorcycle rider, and as a total kick-ass female, one of my biggest role models. The crowd welcomed her with open mouths and she played very dark and dirty tracks with layer after layer of thick bass. Hey, this lady doesn’t just share the bass love, she IS it. Fat set. Fat fucking set.

I went back upstairs to check on the dancing freaks, the room was straight packed and I couldn’t even get close enough to see who was playing. But as I turned around, I heard the unmistakable fucked-up beats of the Glitch Mob. I screamed back downstairs and pushed my way back to the front again, causing one guy to say, “Whoa, you made it back!” like I had just crossed the Kalahari or something.

Let me tell you a secret, folks- anyone can be right at the front, you just have to propel your way up there. It was just as crowded twenty feet back as it was under Nocando’s nose, and believe me the very front is the best place to dance, because there is no one in front of you to get in your way- only the Glitch Mob. I am also a fan of dancing right in front of the speakers as the blast of air from the bass is like a little personal AC. Now, I don’t have to worry about all of you now taking my secrets and my spot up front, because the front of the dance floor is not for everyone. I can’t tell you why; in my opinion there is no other place to be. Plus, there are blond chicks making out.

Note to Glitch Mob: Bigger Venue. THE PEOPLE WANT IT. GIVE IT TO THEM.

Ah you know I can’t complain one inch- we were a little squished last night but truly, the venue was perfect. The Glitch Mob was in their element at the indoor/outdoor stage piled high with speakers, the crowd crammed together, jumping simultaneously, hands in the air, and everyone freaking each other- a highly sexual crowd and I am not just talking about the guy on my ass. Hey, if you want to push your way to the front, you’re going to get your booty humped. It’s just the way it is. The show was like a divine orgy, and I saw many hands up going palm down, like a worshipful mass, there for the benediction. We got it. OH, did we get it. At the past two Glitch Mob shows my clothes have fallen off. Boys, you are doing something right.

Animated, expressive, smiling, dancing, yelling, laughing- the Glitch Mob was having a blast, soaking up the love and the screams and giving it back bomb-style. They played a new (to me anyway) track full of slashing organ sounds that kicked you in the ears with the dark shoe of a circus master freak. They bubbled in the cut and their city made the world go ’round. They played my ringtone. They pelted us with their remix of Nalepa‘s Monday, which always ups the insanity notch on the dance floor just a bit, and Boreta brought out his remix of Haiku d’Etat’s Mike Aaron & Eddie. A couple of times I had to step back from the front several feet to find my mind, but after five and a half breaths would push my way back. As they closed their set with West Coast Rocks, I felt something you don’t often feel in nightclubs in big cities- LOVE. It was good, as good as the taste of polished sound blanketed with filth which the Glitch Mob provides. I wrapped myself in it.

Then a bunch of people left. A bunch of stupid people, because the secret super special surprise guest walked in with a smile on his face, straight from the land of tomorrow: Flying Lotus. This man is AHEAD of his time. People cannot handle his shit, their brains aren’t ready. I remember when I saw him perform at this year’s Decibel Festival, I wasn’t ready. The part of my mind that processes sound design had not yet evolved to the point of “getting” his music. Well something about the sunshine in LA has sped up my musical metabolism and I stepped into a world last night from which I am never coming back.

Now I usually get pissed off at people standing on the front of the floor instead of dancing, but there is an exception in this group. It is in fact a faction of the dance floor that I LOVE: the guys and girls standing up front at a really good show, big eyed and open-mouthed, frozen in place, saying: “WHAT?” Their brains can’t process the music yet, much less their bodies, and you can practically see the gears turning as their minds evolve to fit this new art inside. It is a beautiful moment. They will catch up, Flying Lotus. WE will catch up- the whole world will. Keep doing it, you MUST, it is your duty to humankind to help us evolve. Reach into your brain and pull that shit out and lay it on us. I danced to his set like I had never danced before; I reached the ceiling of my own energy and my favorite part of the night, the point where only one word can come out of my mouth: “YEAH.” Yeah.

And then, that was it. The lights came on and the music went away. It was only 1:45 AM, and I felt like I had been on a monthlong backpacking trip across another planet and was just reborn into my life with a re-inspired mission to spread the word and share the art. 




And last night yall, we made the world go ’round. The show might be over but the game will never be.

See you next week,


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