Archive for August, 2010:
Some Videooooos
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MGMT – Congratulations
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNHpO6pqfpY&feature=player_embedded#![/youtube]
Sean Garrett ft Bun B & Yo Gotti – Summer Love
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Bag Raiders – Way Back Home
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Toro Y Moi – Low Shoulder
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOMldtCNyZ0[/youtube]
Black Milk ft Royce Da 5’9″ & Elzhi – Deadly Medley
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKGfQCOyCCA[/youtube]
Ra Ra Riot – Boy
We On
“I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane”
Lil’ Wayne ft Drake – Right Above It
Married to the Sun
It was a perfect cliche.
An unemployed 30 something blogger eating pot brownies on a beach in Vancouver at 4pm.
It may as well have been lotus.
The driest July on record they say, but black clouds had started to roll in. New heroes had already taken the place of old ones. Patrick with his impossibly flat stomach and grey hairs dried like sand set against his browning body, making beer runs on his cherry-red, fixed gear road bike for five bucks a six pack. There was the weed bakings girl making her rounds with a tupperware container full of treats. There was Al, with a giant upside down Rosy Cross tattooed on his chest, toking on a futuristic vaporizer. There were others too.
It was a scene! I had been doing tours. Walking tours. I had just taken a friend on one, who wanted to interview me for his website, and we ended up at Third Beach. We talked about new myths, like the beaver-shaped rock at the end of Tatlow Trail. He said he liked mud, which I found interesting. He said it was the only way to tell who had been here in the recent past. I thought about the baseball diamond up the road and wondered if kids in the 60s went there; cruising in their Malibu big-blocks and hitting White Spot on the way back for milkshakes.
It had been quite the summer. Just last week I was sitting on this beach, sipping warm cider and smoking cigarettes that didn’t belong to me. I ate a handful of shrooms and melted into the sand until I could recognize each grain of black mica schist, each grain of grey feldspar, each grain of shining glass. But then like a castle it came crumbling down as some kid wept drunkenly into my ear. Turns out he was the best friend of the guy who had punched me in a nightclub about a month earlier. He was full of beer-soaked sincerity so I mentioned something of the oxycontins I received after plastic surgery on my fractured zygoma. I sprayed some lemon juice and chamomile into my hair and disappeared into the west.
It seemed however, that just as it was all beginning it was all beginning to end. I bought a pot cookie from the weed bakings girl for 5 dollars (she let me have them at 5 instead of 7 because I was a preferred customer). As I mentioned, the little fluffy cumulo-cirrus had yielded to a more sinister nimbus. Most of the kids had ceded their section of the beach to the long-shorts. They must have been there to see the fireworks that happen every year in the bay. I suppose this was a good time to disappear.
There is something about the sky just before lightning. If it didn’t sound so prosaic I’d say it was electric. Condensed and ultra-violet, the ions lit up each leaf, each needle of each pine. The birds knew- they told me. The broad green leaves of maple and aspen started clapping until the whole forest was roaring with applause. Baptised by the hail I scrambled for shelter. The cries of others, although giddy, were like restless spirits awaken by the thunder. The hail eased into a light summer rain and I dug myself out of the fox hole I had dived into.
I came across a couple who were taking shelter under a white beach towel. They must have been the ghosts I heard. A few more steps and I froze in my tracks. Not for fear that the lightning overhead was going to strike me, but for a flash of white in the trees. The thunder had woken the two owls. They exuded silence, like a black hole they ate sound. Another flash. It was impossible not to think about forest fires. I skipped from dry patch to dry patch- cedars seemed to offer the best shelter. I hurried past the Seven Sisters to where the bog was busy drinking. I could hear the road before I could see it. Then, the smell of exhaust and the whirr of AC and radios. Then, the blood red blur of brake lights as everyone tried to get out of the park at once.
Steam was rising from the warmed water of Lost Lagoon, creeping like spirits leaving bodies from underneath the shocked marsh reeds. Roses bathed in the moist air, grasping at droplets on their petals. But as soon as it started it stopped. It seems the storm had been entirely localized to Stanley Park. The asphalt on the other side of the lagoon was dry, but for the stream of people heading to English Bay. Sure the summer would go on. There would be the day you couldn’t see the mountains for the smoke purring out from behind them, the sun stabbing through the photochemical haze created by 400 wildfires. But that day was the high water mark. Soon the nights would start sooner and we’d gaze at perseids. Then we’d all be thinking about cahiers and pink rubber erasers.
That’s the day I married the sun.
BY SEAN ORR / TASSELS
Saturday
Winnie pals, our friends are throwing a lil fun party thing on Saturday. #Vancouver
SATURDAY AUGUST 28 THE ASTORIA 769 E. HASTINGS
GENIE & EASY NOW present
PAUL DEVRO * MAD DECENT (LA) + ORO 11 * BERSA DISCOS (LA)
Original Vancouver native, now residing in LA signed to the MAD DECENT label. Paul’s secret Toadlly Krossed Out project with DjA is really blowing up as of late. Peep they myspace/blogs. Paul has remixed/produced tracks with Xibit, Maluca, Bosco Delray, Jamaica, Bapi Laliri. Done a series of mixtapes with Maluca, We Make It Good, Nike, and Aritzia … Been touring all over the world and performing alongside acts such as Major Lazer, Diplo, Lil B, Po Po.
http://twitter.com/PAULDEVRO
http://www.myspace.com/pauldevro
http://www.myspace.com/toadallykrossedout
ORO 11 • BERSA DISCOS / TORMENTA TROPICAL (LA)
Bersa Discos is a record label based in Buenos Aires, Argentina and San Francisco, California. Bersa is brought to you by Oro11 and Disco Shawn, two Bay Area DJs who moved to Buenos Aires (separately) and found themselves swimming in a sea of experimental cumbia mayhem. After hooking up in the Buenos Aires DJ circuit, the boys quickly realized that many of the local cumbia sounds were never being given a proper release. Bersa Discos was launched to change all that. Together they started the legendary party series TORMENTA TROPICAL – a place where the underground sounds of the U.S. and Latin America collide. From cumbia crunk to baltimore baile and dancehall electro to sonidero hip-hop, the night is an international soundclash where the first and third world party side by side.
http://www.myspace.com/bersadiscos
http://twitter.com/oro11
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GENIE
(Culture Club Glory Days)
CHERCHEZ
(Rad Times Easy Now)
ENTRY
5$ B4 11PM – 8$ AFTER THAT TIME K
http://wedentondoit.com
Our homies, Makeout Videotape and Walter Tv were touring the states earlier this summer. They played a house show in Denton Texas and these cats shot some rad video with themmmm…
Crab Park
[vimeo]http://vimeo.com/13561507[/vimeo]
The Weekend Leisure crew are up to their old tricks!!
New Forms Festival After Party
New Forms Festival 10 OPENING AND SWARM AFTERPARY
Friday, Sept 10 @ W2 / 151 Cordova Street
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Doors @ 8:00, Music @ 10:00
FREE or By Donation: Open to the public
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Musicians:
Basketball
http://www.myspace.com/basketballanimal
No Gold
http://www.myspace.com/goldentombs
Love and Elektrick
http://www.myspace.com/loveandelectrik
Love Dancing
http://lovedancing.ca/
Babe Rainbow
http://baberainbow.com/
Resorts
no site
Light Projections:
Pete Hagge
http://www.peterhagge.com/
Curated by: Chris Wang
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Artists:
Alex Beim
Beat Nation (Curated by Tania Willard and Skeena Reece)
Celia King and Joel Snowden: A440Hz
Jim Bizzochi
Khan Lee
Matt Smith
NeoGrafik
Olo J Milkman
Paul Wong
Salazar
Sarah Shamash
Storybox (Curated by W2 and Urban Ink)
Frederick Brummer/Rupinder Sidhu
Cease Wyss/Shawn Chappelle
Su-an Ng/Sepideh Saii
Justin Sekiguchi/Lenke Sifko
Krista Lomax/Sammy Chien
Times Neue Roman
Vancouver Design Nerds and eatArt
Curated by: Malcolm Levy
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