The brain is a lot like a muscle. If I don’t go running or to yoga class for months, then I can start to feel my body turning to gobbledygook, walking up stairs at work is harder, I’m more tired all the time…there are indicators that I need to get my ass moving again. Likewise, if I let up on mental health, and I start to give credence to the more self-destructive thoughts, or go for weeks leaving bad feelings unchecked, or bottle stuff up, then it manifests itself. I lose my desire to leave the house, avoid contact with the outside world, just kind of mentally start to hibernate. Not good.
The same could be said for writing, or for mixing music. Let up once, and it becomes easier to let up the next time, and sure enough I am likely to slide into some sort of disrepair if I’m not careful.
I’ve been failing most exercise routines lately, but hearing about Robin Williams’ passing certainly brought me back to reality a little–i.e. this shit ain’t never gonna end, and it’s easiest to stay fit than to get fit later in life, so I’d better strengthen my resilience to the demons as much as I can while I’m still functional. I know from experience (don’t we all) that the little steps are what can get you back in the game. So, here’s my first: rather than focus on the daily “wtf am I doing with my life” moments at work, I’d like to share an awesome track I ran across on Pandora this morning. It’s called That Was Easy, by California-based dude duo Norin & Rad:
Norin & Rad are part of the Anjunabeats record label, of which I am growing more fond every day. There’s always some transformative quality in each track I’ve heard through Anjunabeats, something always capable of transporting me to the club. I’ll have to check out the label’s artists more in-depth (after digging into Heidi’s acid house discography, which is next up on the docket).
Happy Monday, everyone.
In the three years since moving from California (how far away it seems nowadays) to Michigan, I’ve mentioned The Man and complained about my job in the auto industry a few times in passing. I’ve even hinted at my love of racing. But I don’t think I’ve ever expressly mentioned here (until now…drumroll please…) that motorsport is THE reason why I packed up my life in a U-Haul, destined for the Motor City, in the first place. I wanted to be a race car engineer. Still do.
Well, that’s why. It’s true. For better or for worse.
There’s just something about racing, something that I’ve never been able to fully describe, that forces my thoughts to linger toward the track, even when it seems crazy to want to be a part of that world. Engineers work around the clock, tirelessly, to create very dangerous vehicles that are a part of high-profile competitions. There’s no guarantee that your team will win, and even the most successful teams occasionally find themselves up against ultimately insurmountable challenges. And what for? At the end of the day, all that hard work and sacrifice is ultimately done so that some vendors can hawk merchandise at masses of customers. A friend of mine in the business quite accurately likes to describe racing as nothing more than a traveling roadshow.
Who would want to do that?
This guy. Apparently.
As I’ve browsed J.Phlip’s portfolio recently, one thing sticks out: I cannot currently separate her individual identity from her group one. J.Phlip is as much her own DJ as she is just 1/5 of the San Francisco label Dirtybird Records. The brainchild of Claude VonStroke, a producer who has a passionate following amongst Detroiters, Dirtybird is pretty well-respected name that attaches itself to sold-out DEMF afterparties and other branded events throughout the country. Dirtybird is a record label, yes, but it also takes things a step further, hosting parties and grouping its artists together at major festivals.
Maybe due to its small size, maybe due to its founder’s vision, Dirtybird uses these events to maintain a focused image across multiple artists. The label’s logo is on everything, from YouTube singles to promo cards, and with it comes an expectation: that a party with the Dirtybird name attached to it will be a good time set to quality techno tracks. Continue reading
Long drives to and from Texas translate to a lot of repetitive hours spent listening to XM radio. The Better Half and I flipped between the stand-up comedy and techno radio stations, finding ourselves hearing the same handful of techno songs over and over again. One overplayed tune that still catches me off-guard every time I listen to it? Five Hours, by Los Angeles-based artist Deorro
the Masked Avenger:
Every time I listen to it, I get to that transition at 1:30, and I think I’m hearing an old Deadmau5 track. Every time. Well…hopefully not anymore. But still.
Reeling from a week-long disaster of a vacation down to Texas (surprisingly enough to me, it had nothing to do with Texas itself; I actually can’t wait to make it back to the Lone Star state), most of my free time this month has been spent on OCD cleaning sprees of my house followed by long, unbreakable naps. I’ve spent a lot of time stuck in my mind, obsessing over why I’m still living in Michigan and why I surround myself with the people that I do and this and that…and I’ve not spent nearly enough time plugged into the techno-verse, which is admittedly far more enjoyable. Time to get back on it. I’ve been leafing through the virtual pages of j.phlip’s repertoire on SoundCloud and YouTube, and I can say that DirtyBird’s lone female definitely lives up to her self-claimed dance-friendly reputation. All of her tracks have me moving my body. From newer releases, like the haunted percussion-heavy Wurk… Continue reading
For most people, Movement 2014 is a fading memory. Festival-goers in the Midwest are gearing up for this weekend’s Lakes of Fire mini-Burning Man, which is immediately followed by the sold-out Electric Forest. But, for me? Well, I think Movement 2014 is going to stay at the forefront of my mind for a little while longer, not just because I haven’t set aside any funds for such high-profile events, but also because there are so many artists that I was introduced to at Movement, and who I’m dying to learn more about.
Then there’s this little glitch where I have very fuzzy memories of my Memorial Day weekend.
Word to the wise: if you want to have meaningful, vivid memories of a concert, then GO SOBER. Continue reading