Sunday, June 29, 2008

Ode to the minidisc

Last week as I was rummaging through my junk drawer I discovered a minidisc of a DJ set that I had done exactly 5 years before at a party. I vaguely recalled some of the tunes I had played, and was eager to listen to how lousy my mixing skills were back there. Tucked away in the same drawer was my little minidisc player. It, along, with an old Advantix camera that lurked in the same drawer, had given way to their digital counterparts.

Still, I thought it would be cool to revive the format, or at least make an honest effort of listening to all those old mixes I had made. Unfortunately I remembered why I had put away the minidisc player in the first place..the earphone jack was essentially busted. Wah.

Although I haven't tried to find one yet, I doubt that there is a place in town that will fix my player at a price that would make it worth while. Planned obsolescence. Another piece of equipment for the landfill.

But I still want to listen to those old mixes! Old players on craigslist, perhaps? Two people are trying to dump theirs. Wonder why...perhaps they want to avoid dumping their minidisc players in the landfill and thought it best just to sluff it off to someone else.

And then a revelation...Sony has at least one last minidisc recorder/player on the market..the MZ-M200 that uses Hi-MD technology that now lets you store up to 34 hours of music..yippee! But at $400, maybe I'm just kidding myself into thinking it's worth ever trying to listen to that minidisc ever again.


As I was in my little internet rabbithole, I came to recall so many media formats have come and gone...Beta, the laser disc, 8 track tapes, DAT (digital audio tapes), DCC (digital compact cassettes). You can even add the HD DVD now to that list.

Sure I have my 160gig mp3playerthatremainsunnamed, and I have a staggering amount of digital music stored on my computer, but there is something sublime about making a mixtape (or in this case a mix MD) and holding it in your hand...titling it in your own lousy handwriting and sharing it with someone. Or finding it years later in a junk drawer.

Sharing a flashdrive, or attaching an mp3 in an email just isn't quite the same.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

mixes baby yeah!

So another purpose of this blog is post my occasional mixes. This will include specific mixes that I've made, and may or may not include parts of sets that I do at the Castle or other venues that I have the honor of spinning at.

So here is one I did earlier that I converted into a mix CD, but never made available online:

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You can click to play, or right click to save (at a measly 128kbps)

The playlist is...

1 vangelis - tears in the rain (0:29)
2 kasabian - me plus one (jacques lu cont mix) (8:11)
3 lutzenkirchen - paperboy
(d-nox and beckers remix) (6:24)
4 daft punk - harder better faster stronger
(deadmau5 and glenn morrison remix) (5:05)
5 ils, everyones a crook - love will
tear us apart (lbj remix) (5:23)
6 sono - a new cage (digitalism pogo mix) (5:56)
7 timo maas - unite (5:54)
8 does it offend you, yeah? - battle royale (3:11)
9 vandalism - smash disco (vandalism v8 mix) (5:14)
10 azzido da bass - dooms night (azzido da bass mix) (6:59)

More to follow

Monday, June 23, 2008

I'm losing my edge

I love LCD Soundsystem. I usually listen to music these days more for the beat rather than the lyrics, but LCD is one of those rare bands that combined wicked rhythms with amazing wordthought.

As I was running the other day, "Losing My Edge" by LCD came on the mp3playerwhosenameeveryoneknows and I really got a chance to listen to what they were saying and it struck a chord in me. An aging DJ who increasingly questions his position in the local music scene.

LCD's website is here

The tune is here

The lyrics are regurgitated below:
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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra, Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra, Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc, Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don't know what you really want. (x15)

To blog or not to blog, that is the question

My first blog...yay!

So do all blogs begin with some kind of lame self-analysis that centers around the value of blogging? Most likely. Why should I be any different? I'm reminded of an old Honda scooter commercial where the 4 members of Devo drone on about choosing a color that suits your individuality. My blog will demonstrate my individuality! Just like everyone else.

Well, all I can hope to do is create a little niche on the internet that revolves around my passion (music) and hope that a few others will go along for the ride.

So let's start this crazy thing. And to quote the MC5, let's kick out the jams, motherf***ers!!