month you bitched
about the very DJs you’re praising this week! I’m gonna ask an
Admin to ban you. You’ve overstepped yoru [sic] boundaries. Your
comments are not constructive and don’t help anyone.
So, in the interests of
slightly more constructive points on her set, here are a few pros and cons
for Heaven-Leigh’s gig last night (note the spelling of her name,
folks):
- A seven hour set.
Impressive.
- She mixed local talent into
freaking HOUSE MUSIC. I mean, local Indie bands. That’s slow rock.
This is unheard of. I assume that’s all her own pre-made mixes,
done on her own time, because you just can’t beatmatch Bushwick
indie (70, 90 BPM?) with House (120 - 128 BPM) on the
fly.
And she did that all night. So how much music
is she mixing in her spare time? How many bands is she seeing a
week? How many songs is she downloading, then cutting, to be able
to play a 7 hour set and not go stale and fall into all that
Kaskade and Guetta crap we’re so tired of hearing at our
underground parties?
H er Magic Set showed a dedication I haven’t
seen since back in the nineties. (And, yes, I’ve been raving since
then, FYI. Before, during, and after Giuliani.)
IMHO, this girl (how old is
she? 19? 20?) is gonna make it big. I mean, Kaskade big (yes, I
have nothing against Kaskade—just not at my underground parties.)
And she’s home-grown, folks. Right here from Brooklyn from what I
heard!
Ten bucks Randy signs her up
for his new label. Fuck it: A hundred bucks.
So, now the cons:
She was nervous. It was apparent. She played
to the crowd but didn’t embrace it. No biggie, the music came out
cool, but our scene is all about the unity, and I think she needs
to improve on that.
Perhaps a little too old school. Then again, this is more
a question of taste. The original stuff was cool though. At least
thirty percent of her gig was stuff I’ve never heard of before, so
she’s probably making her own original tunes in her spare
time.
No w, I know this has nothing to do with
the set, but, hey, I’m just gonna put it out there: Thank FUCKING
god we finally got some female talent at these damned parties! And,
er, can I get a hoot from any other dudes who think she was freaking smoking hot!
Heaven-Leigh, send me your
number if you’re reading this. Let’s hook up. ;)
“ I’m twenty-one,” I say at my phone, as if
“Trippa” were listening.
“ Skitz-O” says a bunch of other negative
things, including “ Hot? Yeah, if you like that skank white-trash look three
degrees removed from screwing your half-brother. ”
I decide to skip the rest of his (or her) comments.
Then, Username “Lucy-Sky”:
HOT. I mean, this is as big as A-Trak
winning DMC World Champs at the age of 15 in ’97!!!
Username “Darth”:
Oh, pahleese! A-Trak was a
turntablist, a prodigy. Vinyl and “pretend DJs” who hit a button on a deck
these days and have everything run on auto-mix will never be “the
next big thing” because the skill level needed to mix in the 21st
century is, well, as Skitz-O said, Paris Hilton bullshit. And Disco
Mix Club Championships are only for vinyl DJs.
I will admit though, mixing
that local indie rock with deep house —and calling back to all that old school
Detroit and Chicago stuff—I haven’t seen that done before. I, too,
was impressed. (And I’m also an old-skool nineties raver FYI, Trippa.)
So I’ll give Heaven-Leigh
my thumbs
up. (And, yes, she definitely is a beauty, too. But I put her more
at 22 years old or so.)
“ I can also do vinyl, you prick. And
Auto-Mix my ass, you mother—”
“ Say what?” Declan’s voice gives me a
start. I turn and see him rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He’s
put on a gray sweater that does nothing to hide his macho
chest.
I’m still so zonked and stunned by the comments on my phone’s
browser that I just blurt out the following: “I need to know how
you got so huge !”
He looks at himself, almost a bit
surprised.
about the very DJs you’re praising this week! I’m gonna ask an
Admin to ban you. You’ve overstepped yoru [sic] boundaries. Your
comments are not constructive and don’t help anyone.
So, in the interests of
slightly more constructive points on her set, here are a few pros and cons
for Heaven-Leigh’s gig last night (note the spelling of her name,
folks):
- A seven hour set.
Impressive.
- She mixed local talent into
freaking HOUSE MUSIC. I mean, local Indie bands. That’s slow rock.
This is unheard of. I assume that’s all her own pre-made mixes,
done on her own time, because you just can’t beatmatch Bushwick
indie (70, 90 BPM?) with House (120 - 128 BPM) on the
fly.
And she did that all night. So how much music
is she mixing in her spare time? How many bands is she seeing a
week? How many songs is she downloading, then cutting, to be able
to play a 7 hour set and not go stale and fall into all that
Kaskade and Guetta crap we’re so tired of hearing at our
underground parties?
H er Magic Set showed a dedication I haven’t
seen since back in the nineties. (And, yes, I’ve been raving since
then, FYI. Before, during, and after Giuliani.)
IMHO, this girl (how old is
she? 19? 20?) is gonna make it big. I mean, Kaskade big (yes, I
have nothing against Kaskade—just not at my underground parties.)
And she’s home-grown, folks. Right here from Brooklyn from what I
heard!
Ten bucks Randy signs her up
for his new label. Fuck it: A hundred bucks.
So, now the cons:
She was nervous. It was apparent. She played
to the crowd but didn’t embrace it. No biggie, the music came out
cool, but our scene is all about the unity, and I think she needs
to improve on that.
Perhaps a little too old school. Then again, this is more
a question of taste. The original stuff was cool though. At least
thirty percent of her gig was stuff I’ve never heard of before, so
she’s probably making her own original tunes in her spare
time.
No w, I know this has nothing to do with
the set, but, hey, I’m just gonna put it out there: Thank FUCKING
god we finally got some female talent at these damned parties! And,
er, can I get a hoot from any other dudes who think she was freaking smoking hot!
Heaven-Leigh, send me your
number if you’re reading this. Let’s hook up. ;)
“ I’m twenty-one,” I say at my phone, as if
“Trippa” were listening.
“ Skitz-O” says a bunch of other negative
things, including “ Hot? Yeah, if you like that skank white-trash look three
degrees removed from screwing your half-brother. ”
I decide to skip the rest of his (or her) comments.
Then, Username “Lucy-Sky”:
HOT. I mean, this is as big as A-Trak
winning DMC World Champs at the age of 15 in ’97!!!
Username “Darth”:
Oh, pahleese! A-Trak was a
turntablist, a prodigy. Vinyl and “pretend DJs” who hit a button on a deck
these days and have everything run on auto-mix will never be “the
next big thing” because the skill level needed to mix in the 21st
century is, well, as Skitz-O said, Paris Hilton bullshit. And Disco
Mix Club Championships are only for vinyl DJs.
I will admit though, mixing
that local indie rock with deep house —and calling back to all that old school
Detroit and Chicago stuff—I haven’t seen that done before. I, too,
was impressed. (And I’m also an old-skool nineties raver FYI, Trippa.)
So I’ll give Heaven-Leigh
my thumbs
up. (And, yes, she definitely is a beauty, too. But I put her more
at 22 years old or so.)
“ I can also do vinyl, you prick. And
Auto-Mix my ass, you mother—”
“ Say what?” Declan’s voice gives me a
start. I turn and see him rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He’s
put on a gray sweater that does nothing to hide his macho
chest.
I’m still so zonked and stunned by the comments on my phone’s
browser that I just blurt out the following: “I need to know how
you got so huge !”
He looks at himself, almost a bit
surprised.
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