“You can’t start a fire, worryin about your little…

“You can’t start a fire, worryin about your little world fallin apart”
B. Springsteen

A new mix I’ve made, get the mp3 from the ‘music’ section: “Just Can’t Get Enough Sober Ghetto Bitches”.

Notes from the train ride last week-end. I had lots of time.

I’m listening to Arcade Fire’s “Antichrist Television Blues” the third time in a row now. I had already filed the ‘Neon Bible’ album under ‘waste of time’. This song though is great in reviving the songwriting skills of an early Bruce Springsteen and adding some fresh breath. And it seems the only song on which Arcade Fire show a sense of humor: Some of the piano bits sound like pure travesty. The lyrics are good too in bringing up some lines that remind of Springsteen’s american working class style but add an air of sarcastic bitterness that carry the lyrics a step further. I don’t say that I think Arcade Fire did this on purpose but that’s what the song turns out to be. It usuall ygets me humming along but not right now as I’m on a train back from Utrecht from a dj gig at the Reservoir Beats night.

It took me an 8 hour (instead of 6) train ride as the ICE broke down and we were stranded for ages at the train station of a tiny village in the middle of the netherlands’ nowhere. It felt like in that scene from ‘Trainspotting’. I entertained myself with watching the bunch of people and imagining what types they are and shaping and sketching a little ‘Lost’ set of characters: the calm friendly single father with his baby. He sure would totally freak out if things get tough. The handsome Sawyer-with-an-Ipod guy who prefers to sit a bit away from the rest, a little arrogant smile about their excitement wrinkling the corners of his mouth. The talkative handsome “I can handle anything” macho guy, always walking up to the edge of the platform as a childish proof that nothing can scare him. I bet he’s got a wife at home and if she went away on her own just for a week he would be a crying wreck. At some point I rather stopped imagining what it’d be like to really be stranded with those folks as it was a bit scary as I didn’t find one single person likeable. Misanthropic wreck that I am. Also cause I realised that I’d be some crazy mixture of Hurley and Ana-Lucia. Na, actually I got tired and exhausted at some point. I hadn’t eaten anything but an apple and a sandwich the whole day and it was already 8 pm. Two trainswitchs later I finally got a regional train that was headed for Utrecht. The first sight when I got in was five nazi skins. I picked another wagon.

I arrived in Utrecht two hours late and the number of the guy who was supposed to pick me up didn’t work. Seems I had confused two numbers or something. A kind info person knew vaguely where the Ekko, the venue I was headed for, was and printed me a little map. Walking through a shopping mall that was part of the station and didn’t seem to end I already had been surprised to see so many people there at 10 pm as Utrecht isn’t such a big city. Stepping out on the street then almost swept me off my feet. It was like being beamed into the middle of a Bucovina Club party. Hundreds, if not thousands of people dancing, shouting, drinking… it was Queen’s Day on which the Dutch celebrate the Queen’s birthday and also everybody sells their old things flea market style. It was crowded up to the tiniest corner of any backstreet. Amazing. And loud. Tents with djs or bands were placed just 50 m away from each other and blared each other down. In one street there was a guy playing “YMCA” with male dancers in front of him, in another some nuns were singing nursery rhymes with little afro-dutch children. I had forgotten that Utrecht also had so many cute ‘Grachten’, those little canals. Well, it was fun to ask my way to the club and although it took me some time I found it. Joep, the promoter and the guys who ran the club night, ‘Reservoir Beats’ were really nice. The only downside at all was: No food. Beer instead. Pils in cans. Everything in cans. I wasn’t aware how used I’ve already gotten to the german anti-cans garbage politics. I met Jeroen of Coalition Records and Das Oath who was with the punk band that played too on that night. And he told me that The Locust’s Nuremberg show is confirmed. W00t!

The night started with a nice dubstep set by … oh my, I’m bad with names…. I think it was Boycot Selectah. It was quite good. The room slowly got crowded and some people started dancing. Then the band played: Malle Pietje & The Bimbos. It was a hard rock / punk set that would have made the New York Dolls (whom they covered) and Courtney Love proud. In-your-face-rock about lesbian sex, alcohol and drugs. A bit too ‘Bambix meet Girlschool’ for my taste but fun neverthelezzz.
Then I was on and I was too exhausted to get stagefright and too drunk to be tired which seemed the perfect condition. I used CDJ 1000s for the first time and they are the shizzle. Fancy and intuitive. If I ever get rich… *sigh* I kindly had been granted the longest dj slot of the night, an hour 15 or 30. I first was worried to cross over too harshly from the live punkrock to some electronic tunes but it worked. It’s such a great feeling when you cue your tunes and your thoughts are all about which beats and harmonies could fit next while you try to sense where and how far you can take them. When I saw people even took over the stage for dancing I beamed. I think the room at least fitted 300 people, with the stage maybe 400? I’m not sure. It’s not about numbers anyway. Here’s an effort of a setlist although I don’t really remember the running order or if I missed out tracks:

M.I.A. – bird flu (Guns up Buraka)
Sidney Looper – tired of being bitchz (CSS)
Bonde Do Role – funk da esfiha
Christoph & Raphael Just + Ready For The World – oh disco (eve massacre mix)
Datarock + Crystal Takes Manhattan + Riot In Belgium – used to dance with the princess (eve massacre mix)
Modeselektor feat. Ninjaman – weed wid da macka
Otto von Schirach + Lilly Allen + Hot Club De Paris + DJ /rupture + Jahcoozi – attack of the black lilies club (eve massacre mix)
Heatwave – creezy hype
Felix da Housecat + B 52’s + Fatboy Slim – rockafella rocket shack (DJ Tripp)
Justice + Cursive – justified bad sex (eve massacre mix)
Etienne De Crecy + Yeah Yeah Yeahs – fast hearts (eve massacre mix)
The Robocop Kraus + Cardigans – fine fake prince (eve massacre mix)
MSM + Mylo – conga pressure (Partyben)
Sons & Daughters (Optimo RMX) + Justin Timberlake – love me in (eve massacre mix)
The Jackson Five + Prodigy – the abc of poison (eve massacre mix)
Dizzee Rascal + The Strokes (Lionel Vinyl)
Nomeansno + Kylie Minogue – slow means slow (eve massacre mix)

After me Robert aka Soundbites played a ravetastic WiiJ set. If you don’t know what that is head over to the Utrecht Massive’s website (BTW: Can we please found a ‘Nürnberg Massive’ too?! Please!) It’s a bit like watching Harry Potter djing. Some crazy electrick, to use Catweazle slang. You really should check Soundbites ep on Deathsucker Records. DJ Westrum was on after him but that’s when I went out for a while cause the constant loud level got a bit too much. People were so euphoric, it was great. From compliments to random kisses, the feedback was nice. DJ Illusive was last and did an amazing set with junglish stuff and breaks and a really really good MC.
At some point I had a sit in the backstage room which was behind the dj booth and just separated by a shutter, so you heard everything but it had a sofa and I needed some chilling. I even closed my eyes for a while and when I opened them again the fog from the main room had creeped into the backstage. Looked weird. Although it was a great night I was glad when it ended as I was tired as hell. We waited 20 minutes for the cab and when I finally hit Robert’s sofa I fell asleep within seconds. Thanks for everything!

Time is running short, I have to get to the second hand record market at the K4 now, so just a brief rant about the railway system: It sucks! For my ride back there again was no bloody announcement that no ICE was going until 5 minutes before it was supposed to leave. I had to take a regional train to Arnheim and then switch to an ICE there, so it again got later than it was supposed to. The worst part was when they announced the wrong platform for another switch I had to make in Frankfurt. We had three minutes to get to the other platform and when we arrived there we heard an announcement that the train on that day was leaving from another platform. No one gave a fuck. I would at least have expected a free coffee or, damn, at least a free piss. Well, we had to wait another hour. As comfortable as those ICEs are when you sit in them as much of a pain in the ass it is to see how bad this train system works. You should really think something so expensive cares a bit more about service. /rant over.

“When the wine drinks itself, when the skull speak…

“When the wine drinks itself, when the skull speaks, when the clock strikes the right time, only then will you find the tunnel that leads to the Red Bull. There be a trick to it, of course.” The Last Unicorn

First I have to get this out: I think I want a unicorn tattoo. Fact.
I’m aware that I already have to deal with some attributes that might get any other person kicked out of the scene but somehow I still manage to get away with it. I’m not sure though if I can push it as far as a unicorn tattoo. After all you have to keep at least some credibility.

Second: Please go and listen to Twisted Charm! Any band that makes me like instruments like saxophones can’t be bad. File under: Great Brit-post-punk. (‘Great’ referring to quality not the country.) Though I find it slightly worrying that they have a Michael Bolton bio on their website. I might go and check if they like unicorns too.

Third, let’s get a bit MP3 bloggish. I haven’t recommend bootlegs or mash ups or whatever you call them in a while because I hadn’t found any exciting ones but last week I came across a few I’ve really enjoyed.

Dunproofin’ did what had to be done: He nicely mixed Simian Mobile Disco‘s “It’s the Beat” with Technotronic. You can find it here.

My favourite new one is Totom‘s “Life’s A Great”. It mixes LCD Soundsystem with T. Rex and Depeche Mode vocals. It has a great fragile 80s New Order sound (okay, okay, the LCD SS song itself already sounds like New Order). The recontextualisation changes the feel of the T. Rex vocals, makes them sound dreamier than with the original backing. It’s a sweet one. Here’s a link to Totom’s website where you can grab it. His “Enter North American Sharona” would be great too if I wouldn’t loathe Metallica so much.

The Who Boys made a whole album, ‘The Good, The Bad and The Who Boys’ and there are a few great tracks on it, for example “Voodoo Molly” (Hendrix, Musical Youth, Little Richard, some “indian style” breakbeats) and “Staying a Firestarter” (“Staying Alive” + breakcore beats + Prodigy’s “Firestarter”). You can find the mp3s here. Be sure not to miss the choral version of “Staying Alive” too! “Dub Auctioneer” is a fine track too.

Something I recommend buying: Last weekend in Utrecht I played with Sage Soundbites, who is the first Wii-J whom I’ve seen live —– (more about that later on this blog)—–, which was really fun and he passed me a copy of his 4-track-12″ on Deathsucker Records which is really cool. Check it out here. Just like the Who Boys’ “Staying a Firestarte” it plays with Prodigy samples and I say, brothers and sisters, let’s make Prodigy acceptable again. Even if just in an ironic way. I’ve made a Prodigy / Jackson 5 bootie myself but it will be a GYBO exclusive so at the moment you can only hear it when I play out. It’s worth the wait though, I tell you! 🙂

Apropos playing out: Next weekend we’ll have another hot hot NUROTIC SOUNDSYSTEM night at the K4 (‘hot’ referring to the beats and all, not to the temperature. Although, who knows.). Ninish there’ll be a reading by Martin Büsser from the new Testcard book, that focusses on phenomena of extremimism in pop culture and should be pretty interesting. Straight or queer after that Tobi L. and I will start playing Grime, Baile Funk, rocking Techno, Dubstep and Mash ups, and some Breakcore too every now and then.

One of Tobi & mine favourite tracks at the moment is Buraka’s ‘Guns Up’ remix of M.I.A.’s new song “Bird Flu”. You can download it from Diplo‘s Maddecent blog here, where it’s called “chicken noodle flu (mad decent remix)”.
While you’re there you also could click your way through the blog and listen to the sophisticated mash up he made of Peter, Björn & Paul‘s “Young Folks”. The actual ‘Drums Of Death’ remix Diplo made for that song is quite nice, though I found his remixes have been a bit hit or miss since that genius “Gold Digger” one.

Playing with The Paper Chase in Würzburg was wonderful. First Signals To Aircraft played which wasn’t exactly my kind of music. When they played their last note I started my set but didn’t go on stage but stayed in the middle of the audience. So no one recognised I had already started, people thought it was just some loud background music for the break while the artists switched, so almost everyone went outside. Poor me… No, not really. It made me relax, laugh and took the stage fright away. Soon people came back in and it was nice to see them approaching and more and more of them started nodding and tapping their feet. The Paper Chase then were brilliant. Their music really goes under my skin. Emo hidden behind thick bars of acidic sarcasm. Technically stunning. With a love for details. They play together tight as fuck. Congleton is a great front guy but he’s never the only center of attention, they work as a band. I don’t know of any band at them moment who use the contrast of melody and dissonance just half as thrilling and effective as them. Go watch them.

Do you know this feeling when you wake up as if sleep had spat you out en passant? During the first moments you don’t know where you are, what day or year it is, don’t know if you’re still a child or a grown-up. You feel small and like hiding, you feel like a blank. I got that a couple of times the last weeks and it always makes me feel thankful for not remembering the dream I escaped from. I know that it was a really bad one although it only vaguely echoes in my veins.
I tend to dream very realistic. Documentary style. Not creative at all. Scenes that could happen like that in everyday life too. I still remember when I first realised that I dream this way. It scared the shit out of me. I was still a kid and dreamed of being home alone with my sister and my father trying to sneak in but we locked all doors and he still tries all those doors and then my sister kills him. Not action-packed but a really slow detailed frustratingly grey dream that drags on and on. I’m glad that I hardly ever remember my dreams. And by ‘hardly ever’ I really mean hardly ever: in the first 15 years of my life this one was maybe one out of three dreams that stuck with me when I woke up.

Pride will be the death of us all.
A few weeks ago we had to throw out a drunk guy. He had groped a girl and she had pushed him away which caused him to fall down a few steps of a stair and resulted in a little blood on his hand and an immensely bruised ego. He aggressively tried to have another go at her a couple of times while we already stood between him and her to keep him away. He kept screaming pathos-laden stuff at us for an hour or something: “You will pay for this with blood!”, “I could have died!”, “I piss on you!”, and his favourite line: “I’m gonna fuck you all”. (At one point I couldn’t hold back and told him that I didn’t think he’d be capable of doing so. For a tiny moment he paused and said “maybe you’re right…” but then goes back to scream on the top of his lungs.) Finally we had to call the cops, but even then he came back an hour after the cops were gone.
There were a couple of seconds in this scene in which his face was about 20 cm from mine, I felt his spit on my face while he was shouting “cunt” or whatever and he tried to stare me down. That was a moment which came back to me later when I drove home. Brought back memories of the fights with my drunk dad when I was a kid. I’ve always wondered if it was worse when my father still managed to stare me down and his screams reduced me to a scared puddle of tears, cause he seemed so strong and seemed to have absolute power over everything in my life, or if it was worse when I grew older and felt those mechanisms didn’t work anymore, and learned to stand up till he finally lost his power over me.
Well, people who act or function like that guy cause me such a strong and deep hate in my guts…. it’s scary. The whole power and honor and pride thing behind that situation is so pathetic. I pity the women in his life cause he really seemed not to recognise that it was wrong to grope the woman in the first place. Although he was drunk you could sense that he really was convinced that she had no right to defend herself. Oh my, please keep such macho assholes out of my life.
For their own safety.

That’s it for now. Beware of the faksters, my friends.