So many EDC tickets being resold, I might pick some up, considering they’re going for pretty cheap. Scouting the original owners and playing a simple call of averages, leads me to believe that the denizens of this year aren’t going to be as much of a talbot as previous years. I say that because of the excuses being made by those selling said tickets. Can’t get time off of work. I don’t have a ride. I’ve got no place to stay. I scoff at these flimsy tribulations. Comforts are now more important than the experience now. It’s more of a necessity to post a selfie of the good view from your hotel room, than learning valuable skills; like the triumph of sleeping on a park bench for three nights. The swiftness to be able to run up to trays of In-N-Out burger before the fries get cold or tossed out, is also indispensable. There are so many abilities that this era of festival goers doesn’t possess, that it makes me doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion.
Whatever happened to the call of the open road? A few years ago, I tried to get to Movement Detroit. The problem was that I had just gotten out of lock up because an overzealous jury duty judge didn’t understand that I had spent two years on the road. So, I was thrown into the pokey for a month and that totally screwed up my travel plans. I missed both of my planned flights and had no back up cash because of my jail vacation. There was still three days to make it to Detroit, so I did the only thing I could think of; I jumped on a train. No change of clothes, no phone, just my ticket and a direction. By the time I got through the center part of Texas, the sun reflecting off the roof of the cargo box underneath me wasn’t a factor anymore. After two jumps at forty five miles per hour, I had grown used a mouthful of gravel. If it weren’t for some pesky little tornados and extreme flooding I would have made it too. The hunger and the heat taught me more than any plane ride could. I found more respect from random strangers while hitchhiking, than I did from any kandied out kid. If our afraid of being picked up by a mass murderer, you’ll never have the chance to be picked up by a trio of hot college students; who are going to be away from their high school sweethearts for the first time; for one open minded, but trusting weekend.
This Week In Music
Last week, I gave y’all seven free downloads… and it was the lowest viewed post so far. Now I’m not blaming you. There was a slight confusion with the video being embedded in the link. I thought it was a great effect, especially with the video I decided to ascribe my feelings with. It smothered the link though. Also, my grandmother had a bunch of surgeries; so I’ve had little chance to share my link as much as I like to. Sorry for the slack. I hope you understand.
Donell Jones – U Know What’s Up (Option4 remix)
I remember this track originally being part of that Neo Soul flow. Never minded it before, and now; in this Deep House flow, I like it even more. As much as I like thrashers or minimal madness, I really like the Chill vibe and this struts down in that avenue. Of course, it’s been rerouted to fit modern tooling.
Ashworth – Cash Soup (VIP Edit)
This track gave me some difficulty. I didn’t want to include it, because of its seemingly overused roll. The break down doesn’t give me enough time away the central. However, it appeases the observant listener. It leans towards an accented wave in the middle, giving it the slanted variation needed to keep it from being boring. Like all art, I hold a simple standard, if I have to analyze and process more than necessary, then it’s worth discussion and sharing with others.
L-vis/Steps Ahead – Radio Active (L-vis 1990 club edit)
L-vis is the Night Slugs label-head, a label that’s been bringing innovative and outstanding tracks for a minute now. This edit of a Synth archetype, is a time capsule. It’s equal parts, New Wave, Power Jazz, and Instrumental Tech. Fairly long, but perfectly illustrating the lever and pulley difficulty our Electronic forefathers had to go though. It could do without that Oriental outro, but if leaving it intact keeps the length of time intact to how far we have come. I mean that in the worst way. Everything has to be within the same time range to be given a chance and that sickens me.
Pleasure – Let’s Dance (The Reflex edit)
Must have been on a funky feel this week, because I’m taking it here. This movement of classic revitalization is appearing out in sets all over the place. Over the last few months, I’ve caught all vinyl sets of local and touring artists. They’ve been playing nothing but Funky Bass grooves, which I dig. We know it’s not a new thing, since that what turntablism grew out of, but it’s very relieving to see people respect the originators.
Jam Master- Express Yourself – Watts Vs. N.W.A. (Hawk Reboot)
I’m just going to throw this in here, since I felt like this week went a little old school. Heard a couple of people trying to force both the original and the NWA sample together, in the worst of ways. What I mean by that is, Big Room or Festival Trap edits, which came out begging to be put out of its misery. Like horrible human animal cloned hybrid suffering from the abomination of its unnatural life. Anyways, there isn’t anything revolutionary about this mix, but it keeps the great vocals of the original and adds the N.W.A. effect underneath. Clean, simple, respectful. Jam Master also has a couple of other interesting edits on his profile.
Larry Heard – Alien
Larry Heard, House adventure, got a repressing of his 1996 vision of the Alien soundtrack. From beginning to end, this interpretation is parsecs different from the cold iron dread of the OST. It contains both spacey beauty and astral happiness that have me trying to line up this album and my laserdisc up. I will definitely add this to my bag of movie party tricks, along with my Wutang Clan X The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey. But I keep the Wu Hobbit under wraps, since it’s too roughneck for some people. Anyways, this vinyl is great both for the audiophile and video fiend in you.
What I’m waiting for is this generation’s memoir of festival junkie. Unfortunately, we all have too many holes in our brains to remember. I say that because; if somebody remembers exactly what they saw at a festival, then it probably wasn’t that good of party.
Next Week: You call that dancing?
Raul Chacon is a self-aware douchebag, who only listens to bands you’ve probably never heard of. His years of writing for literary reviews and magazines, lead him to a couple of scholarships for his work, which he quickly squandered by moving to Austin and going to shows six days a week, instead of class. Eventually, he became as a touring security and witnessed hundreds of shows and dozens of festivals firsthand. He would tell you how many shows he’s been too; but there’s too many holes in his brain at this point.
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