Walk in Seattle

It’s been awhile, but the vaunted Evolve Sticker mix tape is back with a video component. I wandered around Seattle and filmed some strange shit in a gloomy, gorgeous city.

Extra points if you spot the old man shaking his face at a child, the joint rolling sign or the three appearances by the sprinting Native American in the blue windbreaker.

Tracks: 

Relocate (Psychemagik Remix)—Kauf

The Tower—Wye Oak

The Lonelier Way/Turiya (The Same Way)—Mark McGuire

The Source of the Fisherman’s Daughter—Daniel Lanois

Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails’ Wonderful, Terrible Lies
Via LA Downtown News
“Reznor has always had an ability to use contemporary rock music to address essential conflicts in society. As such, the Nine Inch Nails experience is simultaneously visceral, manic, brutish, melancholy, delicate and transcendent. Underlining the colossal showmanship is a resounding search for meaning and peace in a world hyper-saturated with noisy stimuli.
It is a message custom tailored for an audience familiar with the sensory bonanza that is the digital age. Moreover, it is a message derived from and for Los Angeles, an area bookended with the bipolar realities of Santa Monica palm tries and Skid Row blight.”

Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails’ Wonderful, Terrible Lies

Via LA Downtown News

Reznor has always had an ability to use contemporary rock music to address essential conflicts in society. As such, the Nine Inch Nails experience is simultaneously visceral, manic, brutish, melancholy, delicate and transcendent. Underlining the colossal showmanship is a resounding search for meaning and peace in a world hyper-saturated with noisy stimuli.

It is a message custom tailored for an audience familiar with the sensory bonanza that is the digital age. Moreover, it is a message derived from and for Los Angeles, an area bookended with the bipolar realities of Santa Monica palm tries and Skid Row blight.”

The Fields of Indie Rock Were Alive at FYF Fest
Via LA DOWNTOWN NEWS

“The modern multiday music festival is a work of sublime alchemy. Few events manifest their chrysalis-chic transformation in such stark contrasts as Downtown’s own FYF Fest.
Held Aug. 24-25, the nomadic frenzy of the ephemeral music experience packedL.A. State Historic Park. The appeal was a diverse lineup spanning genres from soul and funk to chillwave and drone metal, all expertly finessed into a delightfully tight performance schedule. Unlike larger festivals that have reimagined the format as a ham-handed trial run in all-encompassing branding, FYF still lays claim to heavy hitting indie acts at a venue in your backyard at a price that won’t force you into minor debt.”

The Fields of Indie Rock Were Alive at FYF Fest

Via LA DOWNTOWN NEWS

The modern multiday music festival is a work of sublime alchemy. Few events manifest their chrysalis-chic transformation in such stark contrasts as Downtown’s own FYF Fest.

Held Aug. 24-25, the nomadic frenzy of the ephemeral music experience packedL.A. State Historic Park. The appeal was a diverse lineup spanning genres from soul and funk to chillwave and drone metal, all expertly finessed into a delightfully tight performance schedule. Unlike larger festivals that have reimagined the format as a ham-handed trial run in all-encompassing branding, FYF still lays claim to heavy hitting indie acts at a venue in your backyard at a price that won’t force you into minor debt.”

Downtown After Dark: Six Great Dive Bars
via: The LA Downtown News
“Downtown Los Angeles these days gets a lot of attention for the unending series of fancy bars opening. Sometimes, however, all you want is a dimly lit room where the booze is cheap, the floors are perpetually sticky and the only bitters you’ll get with your drink come from the other patrons. There’s a beauty in a perfectly good dive bar, and Downtown still has several, hipsters be darned.”
 
FULL STORY HERE

Downtown After Dark: Six Great Dive Bars

via: The LA Downtown News

Downtown Los Angeles these days gets a lot of attention for the unending series of fancy bars opening. Sometimes, however, all you want is a dimly lit room where the booze is cheap, the floors are perpetually sticky and the only bitters you’ll get with your drink come from the other patrons. There’s a beauty in a perfectly good dive bar, and Downtown still has several, hipsters be darned.”

 

FULL STORY HERE

Full story available via LxA Magazine:
"So Angelenos have a tendency born and bred in the fiber of our Western society to register our history via culture. Our soil may not have been watered with the blood of revolution, but so too do you Easterners lack the dubious and sordid heritage of Film Noir. No Founding Fathers pontificated on the nature of democracy and human liberty in Los Angeles halls, but the psychic specter of Tom Joad and his real life metonym Woody Guthrie never picketed your collective unconscious as it did ours. 
We may not hold our Pio Picos and E.O.C. Ords in the same musty reverence as a Peter Stuyvesant or John Hancock, but given the uninspiring nature of our recent political figures and the grotesque, hidden dimensions of our police department, you’ll have to forgive us for looking elsewhere for our civic heroes.”

Full story available via LxA Magazine:

"So Angelenos have a tendency born and bred in the fiber of our Western society to register our history via culture. Our soil may not have been watered with the blood of revolution, but so too do you Easterners lack the dubious and sordid heritage of Film Noir. No Founding Fathers pontificated on the nature of democracy and human liberty in Los Angeles halls, but the psychic specter of Tom Joad and his real life metonym Woody Guthrie never picketed your collective unconscious as it did ours. 

We may not hold our Pio Picos and E.O.C. Ords in the same musty reverence as a Peter Stuyvesant or John Hancock, but given the uninspiring nature of our recent political figures and the grotesque, hidden dimensions of our police department, you’ll have to forgive us for looking elsewhere for our civic heroes.”

What If Dylan Klebold Had Gone to College
via Thought Catalog
"One wonders about Dylan Klebold though. Harris’ aloof and awkward sidekick begs the question: is the edge something you fall off of or something you hang on to? If you’re looking over a chasm, surely the edge demarcates the point of destruction. But if you’re learning to swim in a public pool, the edge is the thing you cling onto for safety. In a school setting where belonging and popularity were made to seem like everything, Klebold came to see himself as too ugly and too strange to belong. One pictures Klebold drowning in a sea of insecurity as others swam confidently around him.
The rhetoric of 90s Rock and the dissonant chords of its churning musical movements was as a sort of pool’s edge for Dylan Klebold. By embracing the sharp edge oozing from the music, a fan like Klebold was entering a cultural world free from appearance-based judgment and one in which the outsider was inherently strong. The edge for him was a safety line. He latched on to the only thing he could in the slick world of modern adolescent identity: Hard Rock. When his grip slipped no one thought to blame the chasm that swallowed him. They vilified the only refuge he had.”
Full Story HERE.

What If Dylan Klebold Had Gone to College

via Thought Catalog

"One wonders about Dylan Klebold though. Harris’ aloof and awkward sidekick begs the question: is the edge something you fall off of or something you hang on to? If you’re looking over a chasm, surely the edge demarcates the point of destruction. But if you’re learning to swim in a public pool, the edge is the thing you cling onto for safety. In a school setting where belonging and popularity were made to seem like everything, Klebold came to see himself as too ugly and too strange to belong. One pictures Klebold drowning in a sea of insecurity as others swam confidently around him.

The rhetoric of 90s Rock and the dissonant chords of its churning musical movements was as a sort of pool’s edge for Dylan Klebold. By embracing the sharp edge oozing from the music, a fan like Klebold was entering a cultural world free from appearance-based judgment and one in which the outsider was inherently strong. The edge for him was a safety line. He latched on to the only thing he could in the slick world of modern adolescent identity: Hard Rock. When his grip slipped no one thought to blame the chasm that swallowed him. They vilified the only refuge he had.”

Full Story HERE.

Rob Garza: Conquering Champion
The ugly truth is that not everyone can be a good DJ. The secret truth is that most people who are technically proficient as DJs couldn’t string together any sequence of music into something intriguing or visionary because one cannot learn good taste like you can a pair of decks.
But the good truth is that for every hundred DJ Douches out there and their throngs of sweaty South Beach styled I-bankers, there is at least one Rob Garza.
As the raucous half of DC based Thievery Corporation, Garza has been on the beat side of world lounge since it wasn’t cool. He’s steadily built his talent, his reach and his disciples. He’s crafted beats around most conceivable ethnic music forms. He’s helped orchestrate massive live displays of mixed acoustic and electronic musicianship. He’s weathered a politically pointed IRS audit. He has spat the truth.
Moreover, he has been able to change. Now a resident of San Francisco, Garza is at the forefront of another evolution in Lounge. The deep house phenomena is still a bit nebulous and undefined, which I imagine suits Garza just fine. 2012 found him dropping mix after mix of the real good stuff—the sweet, sweet syrup of deep house and groove electronica.
Check out his SOUNDCLOUD and bump these: 

Rob Garza: Conquering Champion

The ugly truth is that not everyone can be a good DJ. The secret truth is that most people who are technically proficient as DJs couldn’t string together any sequence of music into something intriguing or visionary because one cannot learn good taste like you can a pair of decks.

But the good truth is that for every hundred DJ Douches out there and their throngs of sweaty South Beach styled I-bankers, there is at least one Rob Garza.

As the raucous half of DC based Thievery Corporation, Garza has been on the beat side of world lounge since it wasn’t cool. He’s steadily built his talent, his reach and his disciples. He’s crafted beats around most conceivable ethnic music forms. He’s helped orchestrate massive live displays of mixed acoustic and electronic musicianship. He’s weathered a politically pointed IRS audit. He has spat the truth.

Moreover, he has been able to change. Now a resident of San Francisco, Garza is at the forefront of another evolution in Lounge. The deep house phenomena is still a bit nebulous and undefined, which I imagine suits Garza just fine. 2012 found him dropping mix after mix of the real good stuff—the sweet, sweet syrup of deep house and groove electronica.

Check out his SOUNDCLOUD and bump these: 

THE AKS
Imagine my utter disappointment when ancient prognostications and modern paranoias failed to coalesce into the promised apocalypse last month.
Not one to be put down by another’s failure to accurately predict my demise, I sojourned to the Black Cat in what may be the most surreal moment of my life. Namely: seeing a Hardcore show with my mom’s best friend from high school.
Long story short, but DC Hardcore is alive and well. The screaming, the brief musical statements of disgust and the smell. It was all thriving as the AKs took the stage for a Christmas time reunion.
This was by far my favorite song of the night, if not for the lyrics then for the six times it was played by an assortment of musicians throughout the show.
<a href=”http://theaks.bandcamp.com/track/divorce-court” data-mce-href=”http://theaks.bandcamp.com/track/divorce-court”>Divorce Court by The A.K.s</a>

THE AKS

Imagine my utter disappointment when ancient prognostications and modern paranoias failed to coalesce into the promised apocalypse last month.

Not one to be put down by another’s failure to accurately predict my demise, I sojourned to the Black Cat in what may be the most surreal moment of my life. Namely: seeing a Hardcore show with my mom’s best friend from high school.

Long story short, but DC Hardcore is alive and well. The screaming, the brief musical statements of disgust and the smell. It was all thriving as the AKs took the stage for a Christmas time reunion.

This was by far my favorite song of the night, if not for the lyrics then for the six times it was played by an assortment of musicians throughout the show.