Distorted Noize

Hustle & the Machine

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:30:36 -0500

It’s been a while since I last updated this bad boy. I’ve finally moved back to San Francisco, and it’s felt great. As good as much of my life is going right now, I realize that I can’t sit back on my laurels. I know what happens when I allow that to happen.

Being a writer, a damn good writer, means honing your mind and your body into becoming a kind of machine. I’ve always equated this viewpoint to the absolute necessity of Bruce Wayne needing to train his mind and his body to become this unstoppable, and unflappable machine. In fact, more than just a machine, and as much progress as I have made, I am not yet that machine.

Up to now, I’ve definitely made progress with where I feel I should be, but there’s still a lot more ladders left to climb. What’s brought all this on is just a tidal wave of motivation coming from all angles lately, and all of these writings on the wall just cannot be ignored.

You wanna know what that word that keeps getting written up on that wall?

Hustle.

It is a crazy thing to dream big, but it’s even crazier not to go after it.

Yesterday I found out the grandfather of a couple friends of...

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 00:24:00 -0400

Yesterday I found out the grandfather of a couple friends of mine had passed away early in the morning. Instantly, I thought about my maternal grandmother’s passing a couple years back. This continued throughout the work day whenever I had a free thought separate from my tasks. On the drive home in the evening, I was still thinking about my friends and how much they must be hurting right now.

And then the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Maps” randomly comes on the radio.

I absolutely adore this band. “Maps” is such a wonderfully powerful song about love, and there I was, suddenly in tears.

My friends are really gonna need a lot of love and support for the next little while. Along those lines, I also think that this song is something I needed to hear yesterday, too. What can i say? I miss my grandma. Being that the YYYs are one of my favorite bands, I guess you can describe the moment as random, ironic or even serendipitous.

I miss you, and love you too, Nanai Aning!

Coachella or Bust...

Sun, 27 Mar 2011 12:12:00 -0400

About three short weeks from now, I will be basking underneath the desert sky in Indio, CA. This will be my third trip to Coachella in as many years, and like the final weeks lead-up to the previous two, I am in desperate need of a vacation.

It’s amazing how much stuff has gone on in my life in the last forty-nine weeks. A new job, trying to keep up with the hustle that comes with being a freelance writer (which included working a gig at New York Comic-Con), the continual ups-and-downs of my love life, getting into a crazy ass car collision last fall, being cited for two moving violations… Fuck. I need this trip.

After my New York trip and going to Las Vegas over Halloween weekend last October, I feel like I’ve been tucked away in my underground. Which, in actuality, is what I had told myself I was going to do: cut down on the play-time, and ramp up the work and really start to hustle like a motherfucker towards those lofty goals of mine. I can honestly say that this Coachella trip is what is keeping me going right now, and has been especially so just in these last few weeks. The fruits of a lot of my labor over the last several months at work is finally starting to bear fruit. There are other great, big and exciting things right around the corner, too. The least of which, is an idea for a story for a novel that’s burning up inside me to put pen to paper. It’s a story that I feel like I need to tell, and that it will not stop eating and gnawing at me until I write it. I can feel the awesome weight of its potential, but I also feel burnt the fuck out.

I’m more than certain that taking a week off from work, and going to Coachella will be like taking a dip in one of Ra’s al Ghul’s Lazarus Pits. I’ll come back refreshed and ready to tackle this idea and its concepts, and beat the shit out of it, and turn it into actual story through the course of the rest of the year. Of course, the side effect of taking a dip in one of Ra’s Lazarus Pits is that they cause you to go bat-shit insane. While I’m pretty damn sure that won’t happen while in Indio, I am pretty sure that I would indeed go bat-shit insane if I don’t— well, this next thought that would complete this sentence is so obscenely horrific that I dare not even want to think it.

With a lot of the cellular network coverage around the festival almost always, well, lacking and non-existent, my phone really becomes an piece of paperweight. At best, a glorified clock. This year, I think I’m actually looking forward to staying off the grid the entire time. Heck knows, my batteries definitely needs recharging.

In addition to a new Justice album, Ed Banger is set to release...

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 16:09:00 -0400

In addition to a new Justice album, Ed Banger is set to release SebastiAn’s debut album. Finally!

This is the first single, Embody. Holy fuck, is it ever infectious. The video is directed by SoMe. I can already tell that 2011 is gonna be Ed Banger’s year…. can you imagine Justice and SebastiAn going on tour together in the not to distant future? I am literally salivating at the thought of it.

Justice- Civilization. (via Pitchfork)

Wed, 16 Mar 2011 13:45:00 -0400

Justice- Civilization. (via Pitchfork)

So today on Justice’s facebook page, Busy P’s...

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 23:45:13 -0500

So today on Justice’s facebook page, Busy P’s facebook page, the Ed Banger page, the announcement has finally come that we should expect a new album, Civilization, from Justice… finally! Finally! FINALLY!!!

That was what I found out this morning. But just now, I saw that Justice also even created a facebook page for Civilization, and I saw the video above. The details of an exact date is kept pretty vague. All that’s mentioned is that it’s coming sometime in 2011. The teaser is only twenty-one seconds long, I don’t think I know what to really make of it. I mean, it’s only twenty-freakin seconds. I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer for the album to come out in full, and then pass judgment.

That said, I’m expecting something different from Gaspard and Xavier. I know that what they did with Cross is a lot to live up to, but my biggest fear about whatever Justice puts out next is that it will just be more of the same. But alas, I’ve got faith Justice won’t soon let us down.

bass. and a whole helluva lot of it. =)

Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:27:10 -0500

bass. and a whole helluva lot of it. =)

Happy Happy, George!

Fri, 25 Feb 2011 22:11:22 -0500

Happy Happy, George!

It’s Friday, people. time for some fun.

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 11:03:11 -0500

It’s Friday, people. time for some fun.

Nothing says “Happy New Year!” better than a...

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 14:47:46 -0500

Nothing says “Happy New Year!” better than a bangin’ house track!

Daft Punk Essential Mix 1997

Mon, 20 Dec 2010 01:57:43 -0500

Daft Punk - 1997-02-03 - DJ Set at Essential Mix by Electro-Mix-Memory

So today via Busy P’s twitter, he mentioned Chicago House DJ pioneer Paul Johnson was just recently in a car accident, and also linked to the portion in which Johnson’s “Summer Heat” is used by Daft Punk in their Essential Mix that Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo did for BBC Radio 1 back in 1997.

I’m not real familiar with Johnson’s work, but damn, it takes a really strong person to have the perseverance to be able to ride a roller coaster of highs and lows in your life. I hope he pulls through okay.

Now with being such a big Daft Punk fan, I just couldn’t stream the mixtape off YouTube. I had to hunt down an MP3 of this mix, and after a few minutes, I found it off SoundCloud, which if you haven’t already made with the clickity-click at the top of the page, the hell is the matter with you?! Kidding. Sort of—

I’ve always maintained that Daft Punk’s emergence back in the day, and the music they’ve created is/was truly ahead of their time. It feels that finally mainstream, pop-music is finally wising up to House/Techno/Electronic- Dance music. Obviously, there are many, many, MANY producers and DJs that are responsible for this surge, but for me, Daft Punk’s contributions trump them all.

This mixtape that was done in 1997. That fact in of itself just blows me away. The skill and mastery of their craft is just so evident after listening to this mix today. It’s equal parts raw and refined. Listening to it on my MacBook on my lap and earbuds firmly plugged in, I breezed through the first hour bopping my head around and about. But then I made the realization that I had to use the restroom, and that meant I would have to press “pause” and put my MacBook down. I wrestled with the idea of trying to hold out for a little longer, but realized that, well, that was just stupid. After a quick minute in the bathroom, I returned to my MacBook, and finished this glorious mixtape.

Any and every band or musician that I consider my cherished favorites is that way because there’s a well rounded, versatility to them. There’s an evolution to bands like Daft Punk that I see in and love about the Beatles, the Clash, the guys from Joy Division into New Order, or the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, or whoever else. Bands like these stand the test of time because they can constantly reinvent themselves but somehow always come back full circle.

Absorbing Daft Punk’s “Tron: Legacy Soundtrack” the last few days, and now listening to this mixtape from 1997 is just a total and complete trip. With one, you have a compilation of beats and tracks that have influenced them and then creations all their own which are meant to make you dance all night long. The other piece of work is their contribution to a story that influenced them many years ago. This type of contribution being something and completely unlike anything they have ever done, which is creating the score to a movie. These works are very different from one another, but in both instances, the sounds and emotions illicted out of these creations are undeniably Daft Punk. I said it earlier, and I’ll say it yet again: that just blows me the fuck away.

Yeah. After a listen or two, this track is just too infectious.

Thu, 28 Oct 2010 04:32:00 -0400

Yeah. After a listen or two, this track is just too infectious.

So there are couple songs that have been on repeat in my head...

Wed, 27 Oct 2010 03:25:42 -0400

So there are couple songs that have been on repeat in my head the last few days. One of which is this mashup of Deadmau5’s “Ghost and Stuff” and Far East Movement’s “Like a G6” done up by Basic Physics.

Far East Movement’s track is definitely a club banger, and see why the track is as popular, but I don’t think it was anything to write home about. But I dig this mashup. A lot. Probably a little too much.

Deadmau5 has definitely produced some pretty good tracks, but I’ve seen him live probably three or four times now at various festivals, and his sets just kind of, well, suck. Most of his songs are at least 5 or 6 minutes, sometimes longer. It feels like that those same 5 or 6 minutes is exactly what we get during the live show, and thus it just feels very static. But a friend has noted that Deadmau5’s sets have gradually improved.

Well, I suppose.

Anyhow, because I’m dangerously close to tapping into my ol “film student mode” and ready to start analyzing and critiquing Deadmau5’s live sets and DJ ability, I looked up a few quotes on Deadmau5’s Wikipedia page:

“It puts me to fucking sleep, to be quite honest; I don’t really see the technical merit in playing two songs at the same speed together and it bores me to fucking tears and hopefully, with all due respect to the DJ type that will fucking go the way of the dinosaur, I’d like them to dis-a-fucking-pear! It’s so middle man, they’re like fucking lawyers! You need them, but they’re fucking cunts. God bless them, they’re my number one customer right, so I’m not gonna go dis every fucking DJ. But to say you become this massive, “up on a podium” performer by playing other peoples productions, at the same speed as someone else’s productions and fading between the two of them, I don’t get it…”

After some backlash, he clears a few things up:

“Let me start by admitting…. I did not grow up in the EDM scene. I don’t consider my career to be about “being a DJ”. I don’t have “DJ roots”. I never had any intention of becoming a DJ, and my conception of “DJ’s” in general from this standpoint has always been being forced into some nightclub when I would have rather stayed home, and watch some dude mash the “play / stop” button and occasionally move a pitch slider. Love it or hate it… that’s just been my conception of the traditional “DJ”. Mind you, I’m not a total fucking idiot, and I recognize talent when I see it… and there are many talented DJ’s out there for sure. In my eyes, those would be the individuals who utilize technology to deliver the music in ways that are both skillful and innovate, more-so than my vision of the “play/stop/pitch” DJ. To me, the club is about “the party”; the people make the night; the DJ obviously needs to use that to his advantage, it’s give and take.”

As good as I like this mashup track and a few songs here and there, Deadmau5’s music just isn’t my thing. But I must say that his clarification and such in the second quote is fine and whatever, but after reading that first quote, I think, for better or worse, I now understand why his sets are the way they are.

Life

Mon, 27 Sep 2010 04:33:06 -0400

So I was in a pretty major car accident about two weeks ago. Perhaps some of you heard about it. Or, maybe you didn’t.

Originally, I was planning on doing absolutely nothing but stay home and do some reading that particular weekend. But instead, I decided to go out. I initially wanted to stay at home and take it easy because next month I’m planning on going to Las Vegas for Halloween, to cover the Alternative Press Expo in San Francisco before that, to cover New York Comic Con the weekend before that, the Flaming Lips concert before that, and a whole bunch of friends’ birthdays celebrations all sprinkled in-between. What’s more, I had planned on going to Los Angeles the weekend of September 25th to go to Nocturnal. Which was this weekend. I ended up not going. With my leg still a little banged up, standing, walking, dancing around and partying for 6-8 hours straight just would not be the smartest of things.

Two weeks ago, my friends and I were coming home from a club in San Francisco, traveling in a Land Rover southbound on 101 at almost 3am local time. There was a driver driving right toward us. They were driving in the wrong direction. There were other cars in front of us who saw it in time to get out of the way, but because those other cars had blocked our vision of it, we barely had any time to get out of the way. Although we avoided a head on collision, we still clipped that Saturn and hard enough that as we spun the left front axle and tire broke away. When we came to a stop finally, my right lower leg felt like shit, and I could feel blood letting out from the top of my forehead.

I was sleeping in the car until just before the collision, until I heard my friends all scream “OH SHIT!”

Then, I felt the glass sprinkle my face, and I quickly ducked my head into my arms to cover my head and face until we finally stopped. Once we came to a stop, we all asked each other if we were all okay. We all were feeling like shit, but at least alive. I didn’t realize it until a little later, but my glasses had flown off during the accident. But when I got out of the car, and took a look at my surroundings, it was with so much confusion. We were in the middle of the highway. Our car busted, resting in the carpool lane right next to the median divider, and facing the wrong direction.

A car whizzes by in the northbound lane, and begins to swerve, and eventually into a ditch. Now because I didn’t have my glasses on, the only real confirmation I have that it was a car was because the fact that I saw red tail lights move left, right, left, and into the ditch. While that may have been scary, what terrified my ass even more was that there was a limo still driving toward us in the same lane our Rover was parked in. I ended up straddling that median divider just in case it got any closer and we had to get away from the Rover. It stopped, and when it did is when I finally took a deep breath, and finally realized I wasn’t wearing my glasses. It took me a few minutes, but I found it underneath the driver’s chair. I didn’t have a light to help me, so I had to lightly pat the seats and floor, hoping to also avoid cutting myself with all the glass scattered. I felt like Milhouse in an episode for the Simpsons. In fact, in my own head and in Milhouse’s voice, I was shouting: “MY GLASSES!” I can’t tell you how much relief I felt when I found them relatively unharmed. When daylight broke is when I finally saw that there were fragments of glass both on the frame and the lenses. If ever I entertained the thought of getting contacts, well, not anymore. I ain’t ever getting contacts.

To stop the bleeding on my forehead, I needed something to keep pressure on it. Honest to goodness, I feel like after all these years of reading Batman comics came in pretty handy on this night. I say that because in a highly fucked up, frantic situation, I told myself to calm down, assess the situation, and just think clearly, or at least as clearly as I could. I guess that’s why I was so relieved to have found my glasses. It actually helped me think because I also needed to stop the bleeding on my head. So I took off my dress shirt I had on, then took off my white undershirt, and ripped up that undershirt and tied it around my head as tight as I could. My friends joked the rest of the morning that I looked like a refugee with it tied around my head.

My lower right leg hurt like hell, but I could put some weight on it, which was a good indication that I didn’t break anything.

There is so much of this story to tell (and I’m sure if you know me well enough, I will definitely talk about it another time or manner), but I’ve got work in the morning, and it’s the first time I’m actually able to go to the office for the first time in two weeks. That’s how bad the hematoma in my leg had gotten. At least I’ve been able to work from home half the time I’ve been away from the office. But with the pain stemming from my leg, and having to miss Nocturnal and just being laid up at home recovering, it’s been a bitch having to deal with it all. But at least I’m alive. Which, unfortunately the same cannot be said for two people in this pile up. It’s sad, tragic, fucked up, and everything else you could possibly say to describe this, and it’d probably be the truth.

That night was if not the scariest, it was one of the scariest nights of my life and I hope I never experience anything on that horrific a scale as that ever again.

Life is short.

Although I take that statement to be very true, life is also long. If you take the time to think, to breath, to focus, and make the smart decisions along the way, life can be very long. We all know life is short, and we should live it up as much as possible. But while throwing caution to the wind can be half the fun of it all, you do so at your own peril. Be smart about what you do, and don’t put yourself in fucked up positions to begin with. But if you do find yourself in a fucked up situation, no matter the scale, remember to compose yourself, focus and think. As long as you can think clearly, chances are you’ll be okay.

(with) WHO: Some of the most savage ass motherf*cking friends in...

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 04:23:00 -0400

(with) WHO: Some of the most savage ass motherf*cking friends in the world

WHAT: Electric Daisy Carnival

WHEN: June 25th & 26th, 2010

WHERE: Los Angeles, CA

WHY: (HA!! like we’ve ever needed a reason!) But seriously, to quote Kanye West: it was “a celebration, bitches!”

HOW (did we do this?): Believe me: I ask myself this every time

LazerProof

Wed, 26 May 2010 17:51:04 -0400

What’s that you say? A Major Lazer & La Roux mix-tape… Well, don’t mind if I do.

Yesterday, I was browsing around Hype Machine and I found this...

Thu, 20 May 2010 16:48:19 -0400

Yesterday, I was browsing around Hype Machine and I found this remix of Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ Maps by Atlas. The hell if I know who these DJs are, but this is a pretty dope remix.

I’ve rambled on and on about my love for Yeah Yeah Yeahs plenty of times by now. Seeing a remix done of a Yeah Yeah Yeahs song, particularly of their newer stuff, isn’t so uncommon. I mean, “Zero” and “Heads Will Roll” has been remixed so many times by now, as good as some of them are, I’ve stopped bothering to count. But it is a bit of head scratcher to find a new remix done of “Maps”.

“Fever To Tell” is a very raw, arty-garage rock album, and lying in the midst of it all is “Maps”, which is as tender a love song you are ever going to find. That album and this song is just perfect to me, but damn this remix to “Maps” is just fucking sick!

Joy Division- Love Will Tear Us Apart My musical tastes as an...

Thu, 20 May 2010 03:44:00 -0400

Joy Division- Love Will Tear Us Apart

My musical tastes as an adult is born out of three particular bands: The Clash, New Order and Joy Division. Whether it’s rock, punk, dance, hip-hop or whatever genre I’m listening to now, chances are that at least one of these three bands had some kind of influence.

It all circles back to these three.

It’s only just within the last year or so that I’ve really gotten to listen to Joy Division. Hell, I didn’t even realize that this past Tuesday May 18th was the 30th anniversary of Ian Curtis’ death when I heard about this. Definitely a pretty cool way to celebrate the band and Curtis’ life.

An Adventure in the Desert

Fri, 14 May 2010 19:41:27 -0400

Ssssoooooo…. I wrote an essay about traveling, friendship, Coachella, a bunch of other stuff, and blah, blah, blah. I wrote it just before this year’s festival to submit for a travel website, and they didn’t take it. Oh well.

It’s been sitting on my hard drive for a month now, and I figure I put in some time into it, I may as well just post it here. For some of you reading this, you have probably already known a lot about what’s in this essay, or maybe you don’t. Either way, give this a read.

Like I said, I wrote this over a month ago, and I haven’t changed or edited anything since then. It’s after the photo, which was taken Saturday afternoon at the festival.

AN ADVENTURE IN THE DESERT

“There’s always a million reasons to not do something.”

It’s a piece of advice that the receptionist Pam from the American version of the sitcom the Office is given in a pivotal scene of an episode towards the end of the series’ second season. When you’re feeling like shit, or even when you’re not, a line like forces you out of bed in the morning. People make up reasons to not go back to school, quit their job, travel, or anything else, and if nothing else, a line like this is meant to inspire.
Since its inception in 1999, Coachella has become one of the biggest music festivals in the world, let alone the United States,. It is annually held in mid or late April of every year in the desert town of Indio, California. Whenever I have talked with family, friends, or strangers about Coachella, the conversations inevitably turns to talk about the bands that are playing. While it is important, what should matter more is simply that you go. The whole purpose of traveling anywhere is to go off and explore. Second to that, the most important thing about traveling is whom you are with.

In 2008, it felt like my family and I traveled through an epic odyssey not of distant lands, but an emotional and interpersonal one. The first half of the year, we dealt with my maternal grandmother’s failing health as she lay in a hospital bed from February to June. She wrestled with a respirator almost everyday because eighty-seven years on this earth just wasn’t enough for her. After she passed in June, the second part of the year was mourning, and struggling to find a way to fill an irreplaceable void. For much of that year, I sat, pondered and reflected on life because for the most part, it was too painful to do anything else. But in 2009, I bounced back up to normalcy and started living life again, and then some. This came to mean traveling and taking on adventures to new places and experiences I had previously yet to meet, and in doing so, I found a small semblance of myself that I lost when my grandmother died.

My family and my friends are in my life because I want them in life. Dang and Alisha are two friends that I have known for a long time now, and when they attended their first Coachella in 2006, it was just the two of them. Every year since, this Coachella contingent has grown exponentially. Last year, there were sixteen of us that made the annual pilgrimage from the Bay Area to Indio. While most were friends I had known for quite some time, like Dang and Alisha, others were merely acquaintances, or even strangers. Hell, we even befriended another group of festival–goers who had driven all the way from Iowa. They marveled at our homemade “Nor-Cal” flag that we erected some ten-feet high with the help of some PVC pipes. But after singing along to Paul McCartney performing Beatles songs, dancing to Bloody Beetroots, Crookers and MSTRKRFT, and basking in the final moments of the Cure’s festival closing set when the band kept playing even after the promoters had to shut down all the stage lights and amps because of curfew, it’s hard not to reflect on your weekend without thinking each and every one of these people as some of your best friends. It’s hard not to think about such a musically filled weekend of party and debauchery, of nonstop dancing and minimal sleep, and not learn a great deal about the great company you keep.

The people I consider my closest friends are such because we all operate our lives the same way, so much so that we are so much in sync with each other. These are whom I went to Coachella with last year, and if I didn’t meet them until after Coachella, then chances are they definitely became part of this group through our outings and adventures in the twelve months since. The people who were little more than acquaintances are some of my best friends, and the ones that I’ve known longer are now even closer friends. I dare consider them all my soulmates.

Dang, Alisha, and a few others may be Coachella veterans by now, but for a lot of us, last year was our first, myself included. In fact, I should have popped my Coachella cherry in 2008, but I opted to not go so I could save a little more money for my first trip to New York later that summer. It wasn’t until actually going to, and being at Coachella last year that I finally realized what it was that I had missed out on. I regretted missing Coachella the previous year that much more.

Knowing this, I felt helpless in June of last year when Dang, Alisha, and another friend, Alex, as well as a few others, found themselves in Europe for the Glastonbury Festival. After which, Dang, Alisha and Alex backpacked through Italy, Brussels, France, Germany, and Amsterdam. Unfortunately, I just didn’t have the funds to make the trip happen. It was a trip I desperately wanted to do, too. Desperate because even in her final days, my grandmother’s will to keep fighting was unbelievably strong. That kind of grit is something that I can only hope is within my capabilities as well. That same will I hope is within my own resolve to do all I can to make sure that I go to Europe this year.

Although the rest of us did not travel through Europe, there was enough time left in the summer to enjoy it all together. One of the reasons why this particular group is so special is because the same way a lawnmower is built to cut grass, each one of us has an inherit spirit that is constantly in search of adventure. The latter half of 2009 was a constant stream of it. In August, we drove up to Lake Tahoe to hike trails that most of us had previously only snowboarded down during the winter. In fact, it was the first time that I have ever seen Lake Tahoe in the summer. A few weeks later, we went up to Sacramento and river rafted down the American River. The last weekend in October, we drove down to Los Angeles to see Justice perform on Halloween night at a rave at the Shrine Auditorium. Then in the second week of January, we kicked off 2010 right by driving to Las Vegas for a birthday celebration. 2009 was certainly a far cry from 2008.

Of course, all of these places we’ve gone to, and things we have done are always something fun, but my friends and I will always babble on and on to the whole world about how great Coachella, and how much it is king. What makes Coachella so fun is that it boils down to that feeling that this pilgrimage is that special little secret that nobody else knows about but us. That is, until you make that trip yourself, and if you are really feeling adventurous, you’d come with my friends and I. This year’s edition of Coachella is right around the corner, and my excitement is as uncontrollable as an infant’s bladder. I finally made that trip last year, and now all I have to do is look at one of these friends of mine with a particularly funny look on my face, and instantaneously, we both know that the other is thinking about dancing underneath the desert stars in Indio.

There is something to be said about just how liberating it feels to purge yourself of the reasons to not do anything, anything that it is that you want to accomplish. This particular set of friends and I are of like minds, and our adventures traveling and exploring new places is in a fashion I don’t think I could do with any other group of people. A lot of my personal and professional accomplishments I’ve made over the past twelve months are due to the adventures, or in some cases misadventures I’ve experienced. A lot of the people in my life, and a lot of the things I’ve gotten to do these past twelve months have happened because I did not give myself a reason to not do these things.

Playlists Aplenty

Fri, 30 Apr 2010 01:17:00 -0400

So last October I started compiling mix CDs to give friends as samplers of music I had been listening to, and really digging, as well as just making them to accompany road-trips and events that my friends and I had taken or were about to. Simple theme, really: all tracks are remixes of songs. I’ve finally decided to upload these bad boys onto my 8Tracks profile. So here’s they are:

Remixed 1: Our trip to Hard Haunted Mansion at the Shrine Auditorium in LA to see Justice.

Remixed 2: For our Christmas party. It was a White Elephant gift exchange, and I just thought it was pretty nifty to tag it along with my contribution, which by the way, was a copy of the Bro-Code.

Remixed 3: This was made for our road-trip tp Las Vegas for my buddy Gino’s birthday in January.

Remixed 4: Well, Coachella of course.

I actually made four playlists for Coachella this year: the Remixed 4 mix, a Coachella OH-10, PlausibleChella and ImpossibleChella. I tried to hold off on making these four playlists for as long as possible because had I finished them well before Coachella, I would have made myself too sad waiting around for the festival… yes this makes me sound like an uber music nerd, but then again I’m making playlists and uploading them online. That’s pretty nerdy unto itself. Ha!

As you can imagine, Coachella OH-10 is a mix of a few choice Coachella 2010 acts. The last two mixes are kind of inside-jokes, but a lucky guess, and you’ll find that PlausibleChella is a mix that includes Daft Punk, Radiohead, New Order, Depeche Mode, David Bowie and a bunch more. Basically a bunch of acts it’d nice to see at Coachella. Then there’s ImpossibleChella, which is exactly as it sounds: The Clash, Joy Division, 2Pac, Notorious B.I.G. Queen, Michael Jackson… you get the point. Maybe at some point I’ll upload the ImpossibleChella and PlausibleChella onto 8-Tracks, but between just these two playlists, there are forty tracks, and I’ve still got a number of Coachella related blogging still to get to. So I’ll hold off. Til then, however, have at these bad boys that are already up there.