DJ K-Swift, born Khia Edgarton died this morning in a swimming pool accident in baltimore, maryland.
well, i feel like a failure for missing my last chance to see the club queen spin in baltimore this past weekend. this is totally shocking. my heart goes out to her family and loved ones.
on sunday night, the mad decent central park summerstage after party featuring my favorite yung bol dj sega is going to be upstairs at the same venue as nicky siano’s new weekly party. i expect my soul to ascend to another energy level around 2am.
how do i follow up a casual saturday sunning on fire island?
zizek @ sob’s? I saw them last week at the LAMC showcase and it was phenomenal. heard cumbia versions of “baby, i like it raw” and “bongo bong.” had to peace out at 2am so i missed it when the party moved to check out the kumbia queers. clearly, my loss.
foreal people @ the lucky cat? I have a great time everytime i go…
turntables on gowanus? close to home and its been a minute since i’ve been to this party.
we’ll see!
highly influenced by the awesome dj set by fred falke on sat night at the tribeca grand. it was the first time that i’ve worn heels to a venue this summer and it was the only deciding factor in bowing out at 3:30am. i had also hiked for three hours earlier in the day, but the undeniable power of the filter effect kept me on my feet. ff killed it with the live bass accompaniment. you can read about it at showtrotta. ned and chris c also held me afloat with their raw emotion.
uh, who has a beach house? i’m trying to make a beach house/french house beach party happen this summer.
philly was up in the rub’s 6th anniversary party at savalas this past weekend. it was crazy to see so many unexpected faces from both my distant and recent pasts. central high was in the house something incredible.
party promoter extraordinaire senari alerted me of the unruly crew craziness going down in baltimore in a few weeks. that is a dream bmore club team if there ever was one. personally, i’ve never seen k-swift spin, so i am trying to make moves to road trip down there, if its manageable…
speaking of unruly and philly people i was lucky enough to hang out this weekend, emynd released his nola bounce mix for mad decent a few weeks back and i am definitely feeling it.
the rub’s history of hip hop series has been a uniquely even handed its definition of hip hop over a 20 year span. no east vs. west coast or hip hop vs rap bs. i wouldn’t expect anything less than greatness from those guys. all of their mixes are thoughtful and most can incite serious partying (esp. the glamourous life 2). 1996 is quality, quality shit.
i feel like method man in the wire… “but, what about my CHEESE?” another fruitful series, the classic project is decidedly more tongue and cheek. jenny describes chilean dj/vj nicolas escobar as a professional archivist. we were first introduced to the classic project at pedro’s spanish american restaurant in dumbo. it is a series of hour-long video mixes based on themes. while we were in the food spot, we watched an early 90s rap megamix and a britpop/alternative-themed one. we sat there transfixed on the thorough selection and impressively mixed collection of beloved hits and terrible songs that make us cringe because we secretly love them. they’re almost like power hours without the drinking. last weekend, i was able to download the 90s dance party mix and it rules. here’s a segment:
i miss the heyday of q102.
reading about the tragic death of LaVena Johnson and the lack of her story’s attention in the media has slipped me a bit deeper into a bit of a tepid summer funk…
tim and eric’s awesome show, great job! their sketches make my insides mushy:
my mood is calling for possible one of the happiest music videos ever, janet jackson’s “alright.” it reminds me how much i love big band revivalism in both disco and new jack swing. oh crap, black music month is almost over! let’s get to it!
want.stormy.weather.dvd.
