Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Say Hello For Me::

Deep in the congested throat of Los Angeles was the Hard Summer Music Festival. A mixology of faces came out of the crevices of the city's Latino mountain range to come face-to-face with Chromeo, Duck Sauce, and Boys Noize. Security was tight so Frisco fans had no trouble standing adjacent aficionados in Dodger Blue. One thing, though, I wish they would create a beer garden that looks like a beer garden.

When The Night Falls by Chromeo

Sunday, August 7, 2011

I Only Have Euros::

The other day a friend of mine bumped into the DJ tripod known as The Glitch Mob. He tells me he had an interesting small talk session with them about stripper poles at nightclubs. Not only do go-go dancers hobble around on the sub-woofers, but additionally, they give bonus points on a pole strapped on top. Next thing you know the girls will be activating their electromagnetic third eye and luring the boys' hands into the pockets to draw out dollar bills and crimping them into any nook and cranny appropriate.

Drive It Like You Stole It - DRINK THE SEA by The Glitch Mob

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Real Men Drink Pink::

Before it was Hpnotiq, now it's Nuvo. This tasty libation seems to be popping up at every party I pop up. Imagine a den of socialites chattering, laughing, holding flutes, glasses, mugs, 7-Eleven Big Gulp cups with pink innards. Maybe an idea should be invented. Pink night, only pink sparkling beverages allowed or else "...it's outta' he'a!"

Owl Vision - His Chest by Owl Vision

Thursday, August 4, 2011

ID, Please::

I'm remembering a little bar in the center of Newport Beach where the locals gather together to celebrate that they've made it to the weekend. It's usually brimly packed and you get what you pay for: decent priced drinks, beautiful people, bruh fights. It's practically a salute to Jersey Shore. I just thought Elite Force could dedicate this song to the bar known as The District.

We Are Distrikt by Elite Force

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Real Paul Blart::

This past weekend saw an adventurous side of me. Saturday I had the option of going to two huge events: LA Rising or Audiotistic. Being around friends who love taking advantage of any situation, surprise is always around the corner. "Here are your Red Bulls, we're going to both." It seems I've been out of the loop on this secret meticulous plan to attend two shows in one night. It began at the Coliseum with Rise Against, Muse and RATM. Then a Speedy-Gonzalez drive down a few freeways into San Bernardino to crunch into a crowd of doped-drunked-spunned teen-folk enjoying the likes of Datsik, Major Lazer, and Wolfgang Gartner. I chose to watch Wolfgang Gartner. The night didn't end there. Headed towards a beautiful stranger's afterparty nearby, we were pulled over for speeding. And long story short, I had Boy 8-Bit playing when the blue-reds flashed.

This song will forever be stuck in my head.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Glum, Chum::

Sometimes it's good to keep your head down towards the ground and look like you're down and out. But on the other hand, you might discover a bundle of cash wafting in invisible midget twisters, totally $67.00. Now the hard part comes, what should I spend it on?

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Not My Peg-leg::

"There's irony in them hills." What is the difference between a remix and a bootleg? DJs continually give their twists to original songs and suddenly it's a whole new piece of music written out as:

David Guetta - Stay (Le Knight Remix)
(or)
Daft Punk - Aerodynamic (Nicky Romero Bootleg)

Then the question goes, who's music is it now? Club spinners will say, "It's Guetta's, but it's mine too, since I changed it." Recording Labels will say, "It's Guetta's, with your red fingerprints on it." Let's do some definition hunting:

• A remix is a different version of its original counterpart.
• A bootleg is a remix of its original counterpart but without the explicit
permission of the artist.

Part and parcel. Ultimately, remix seems to be a prettier term than bootleg, as pre-owned sounds prettier than used. In conclusion, they're all essentially bootlegs, since 95% of DJs out there clearly do not have permission to remix a song. Yet listeners could care less. Just put on something that sounds good, maybe even different than what I've heard before and my aural pleasures will be satisfied.

"Sheep go to heaven, goats go to..."

Friday, July 29, 2011

Bottled-Up Emotional::

It's girls night out tonight, plus me, at Hollywood's Avalon. Tonight's plan is to say hello to Josh, the Samoan bouncer, he'll mosey us in. I'll let the girls powder their faces as I say hello to Bree, the Brooklyn brunette bartender. I'll have a round of Cadillac margaritas and tequila shots awaiting the girls' arrival. After that, it's free drinks all night from my New York Doll. Then we await the performance of LAZRtag, in addition to Kids at the Bar, and BetaTraxx.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Throwback Thursday: Donna Summer


[1975] Donna Summer - Love To Love You Baby (Disco Syndicate's shortened love affair recut) by Disco Syndicate

Nothin wrong with a classic here and there. As a person who's always making electronic music, It feels good to listen to different genres to cleanse my brain. One can only take so many oscillators filters in a day. Donna Summers soothing serenade always does the ears good.

Better Than Wands::

All roads lead to Star Wars. It's possible that Lucas' baby is by far the most alluded, um, thing? - story, movie, piece of art, Americana - name something else. It's flabbergasting to observe society leaning towards entertainment rather than reality.

Where's the U.S. President from? 'I-o-no.'
Where's Darth Vader from? 'Tatooine.'

I suppose everything, in theory, is a form of entertainment, just to fill the void before we get struck by The Lightsaber.

Oopart contributes to this abyss of referential treatment towards "...the dark side." I contribute my nineteen-millionth piece of interesting void-filler (cue balloons release):