An electric rumble that started in the base of my skull is propelled forward, pulsing into my veins as frequencies are projected throughout my entire body. Goosebumps overwhelm every inch of my skin as an amused grin creeps across my face. Every nuanced note and each rhythmic rumble, from the smallest synths to blossoming batches of booming bass, encased the world around me.
With my eyes closed, I become the pulse of the dance floor. It’s only when they open again that I’m rudely reminded that I’m not marinating in the music and mayhem of Coachella’s Sahara tent, bouncing around a world class nightclub like Avalon in Hollywood or entrenched in Drum and Bass at Shambhala‘s Village; instead, I’m dancing by myself with my headphones on in the middle of my living room, gleefully rocking a high-tech vest that feels like it came right out of Tron, only it’s the the latest and greatest in high tech, wearable tactile bass systems.
Launching just this past October, the patent pending SubPac M2 is the latest and greatest in wearable tactile bass systems, gifting users a fully immersive, auditory experience that parallels the live experience on a grand scale while silencing the world around you. Featuring plug and play controls, a Bluetooth receiver, a high capacity rechargeable battery and a slimmer control box, the M2 is made for movement, allowing the wearer to dance the way they feel – and let me tell you, you’re about to feel some kind of way.
Currently used by industry leaders and international taste makers within the music industry, SubPac has more application than music creation, audio testing and pure enjoyment. SubPac’s technology was integrated in the Virtual Reality enhanced premiere of Jurassic World as well as the “Fractal” concept car designed by Amon Tobin. The brand also offers a 21st century approach to hearing lost, tinnitus and deafness, finding use at this year’s Rock in Rio festival in Brazil where the SubPac’s campaign granted the hearing impaired a boost of bass. While the human ear can only hear to down to a minimum of 20hz, the body can receive the rest as vibrations through your bones, and the SubPac can make you feel frequencies as low as 5hz – dishing out layers in favorite songs that you might not have known existed otherwise.
“We are on a mission to introduce the physical dimension of music and sound to the world. With the SubPac M2, we have created the most immersive wearable audio experience to date. Anyone can now experience audio the way the creator intended – full immersion, anywhere, anytime.”
Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock (& roll), you’ve been privy to the near over-saturation of the Electronic Dance Music circuit in the last five years. The lineup for multi genre festivals like Coachella has seen a higher proportion of dance acts overflow the Sahara tent and into the Gobi Stage, Yuma Stage and even the Main Stage, while you can find Dupstep, Trance, House and Bass anywhere from run of the mill television commercials, professional sporting events, and even in a video made by the White House concerning the President’s State of the Union.
Dance music is literally everywhere, and while I certainly don’t mind, it’s an observation worth nothing; and it seems I’m not the only one. This April, the station that brought us American Idol presents the inagural Electronic Music Awards & Foundation. Airing April 23rd at 8pm, the first EMAF will be hosted by none other than Trance legend Paul Oakenfold.
“Experience the excitement of the world of electronic music as the biggest names in the industry, from across the globe, celebrate the year’s best music, artists and creative talent.”
The real question on my mind, that should really be on everyone’s at this point – with the amount of commercialism pumped into the industry in the last few years, exactly what facets of dance music will be hitting syndicated television, how much homage will the underground culture, community and artists be paid and how will underrepresented demographics like women and minorities within dance music be displayed?
For more on Paul Oakenfold or the Electronic Music Awards & Foundation Show, head to their socials –
Prepare yourself for an auditory adventure into the throws of industrial synths, brooding tech house basslines and ominous undertones as Ipman presents his debut album ‘Depatterning‘. Releasing via The Glitch Mob’s Glass Air Records imprint and Tectonic Recordings, Depatterning‘ is the fantastic culmination of two dedicated years in the studio honing his unique and experimental sound that sits delightfully between UK Garage and Future Bass.
Originally hailing from a small rural English town, Ipman – better known as Jack Gibbons – has passionately curated an album that draws equal inspiration from rave culture as it does his personal technological advancements in instrumentation. The album was hand crafted by tech savvy Gibbons, down to the very instruments used: experimenting with both modular and granular synths and rewiring the drum machine.
“I like to create music by experimenting with new ideas and mechanics and letting tracks evolve, and this was no different. I had a pretty free reign and just tried new things and looked at the results.” – Ipman Through discordant bass and dissonant tones, Ipman’s record is a delightful deviation from predictable, four to the floor club bangers. One listen to ‘Depatterning‘ and you’ll be craving a 3am moment at a Warehouse party.
‘Depatterning’ Tracklisting
1. Regicide
2. Technicolour
3. Gravity
4. IPA
5. Last One In The In The
6. Y
7. O
8. U
9. Strong Ones
Depatterning is available for purchase or for listen via streaming in a menagerie of different mediums from Ipman’s website here; choose your auditory adventure whichever way you best see fit – iTunes, Amazon, Spotify, Google Play and more!
For more on Glass Air Records, head to their website here
This past weekend, a few thousand friendly faces descended upon the Oak Canyon Campground in Silverado, California for the premiere of Woogie Weekend – an intimate festival gathering highlighting the master class and rising stars of House and Techno. Returning to where the magic of Lightning in a Bottle happened back in 2012, Do LaB brought the vibes while Mother Nature supplied the weather, paving the way for one unforgettably wild, wet and wonderful adventure.
As a self proclaimed city kitty, I’ll be the first to admit that I was not exactly made for roughing it…but over the last few years I’ve slowly but surely become more comfortable in the great outdoors. Checking the weather on Thursday night, I mused that there could be some rain over the weekend and packed somewhat accordingly, adding some warm weather garb and my middle school swim parka – which I never thought would come in handy in my adult life. Overnight, our duffle bags had sprouted glitter, feathers and personality as they overflowed with Spirit Hoods, festive fur and brightly colored clothing.
Packing our car to the brim on Friday morning, we laughed about our upcoming journey and tried to manifest the most beautiful of outcomes. In light of some unfortunate car trouble last week, Danny and I had magically upgraded from an Impreza with a broken axle to a nice little SUV that could fit literally all of our stuff. Mobbing down the freeway towards Orange County, we bopped and boogied in the car while browsing the weekend’s musical lineup. For each name I recognized, there were at least three I didn’t – but knowing the Do LaB, I was in for a sensational treat.
Arriving at the campgrounds in caravan, we slowly made our entrance into the grounds – claiming a campsite with a gorgeous, though somewhat dehydrated, lake view. After putting our heads together and setting up an exquisite campsite, fully equipped with tarps, tapestries and zip ties to hold it all together, we celebrated with beer and laughter, with a cheers to one epic campsite. Finally, after our festival family had arrived and a few of the Do Art live painters had haphazardly trickled in throughout the afternoon we were off to the races.
Roaming through the newly assembled tent cities and tarped off quarters, we made our way towards the music and the Beat Nest for Focus OC’s NonFiction and Josh Billings. For the rest of the first night, we bounced back and forth between the honeycombed Hive and the Beat Nest – which had a close resemblance to LIB’s Woogie Stage. At Dadon, we evem caught Marques Wyatt ebbing and flowing backstage in solid agreement with the beat. Pig & Dan threw down a phenomenal set – and I discovered some great new music in the process.
Sporting whimsical bunny ears, Woogie Stage manager Jesse Wright dug deep into a dark state of mind for a phenomenal set, fully equipped with friendly smoke effects and tantalizing rhythm. Last but certainly not least, Adam Freeland delivered one of the best sets of the weekend; I lost track of time as the crowd lapped up each and every last note from his set. I never made it to Alexi Delano like I intended, but that’s all Adam’s fault for being so damn good. When the dance floors shut down, we gallivanted back to RGL Bass Camp for some late night festivities – and as the name implies, a wee bit of bass.
I woke up in a dreamlike haze on Saturday morning with a surge of excitement, surrounded by a community of conscious thinkers and friendly faces ready to do it all over again. Donning my typical Caturday garb, I got ready for my first shift of the weekend while my crew was literally counting down the minutes until Pumpkin. Though scattered showers were on the docket for the day, the slip and slide run by Bijoulette was in full effect with a menagerie of floaties and childlike wonder.
Enjoying the music from picnic tables high above the field, I laughed and bonded with production staff and media personalities alike as we weathered the rain together, fully equipped with beer and a special appearance from my swim parka. I cannot wait to get back into the Do LaB and Confluence office because I feel like I made so many real, honest and friendly connections while braving the storm in the production office.
After catching the end of Tara Brooks, we dodged puddles of mud as we reached camp – thankfully, our campsite had withstood the day’s events; little did we know we were actually in the thick of a record breaking rainstorm. Each time we thought about the rain, we realized how downright selfish it was for us to be anything close to offended by it – in fact, we welcomed it with open, thought slightly damp, arms in light of California’s current drought. With a quick recharge, we were off for the night to bounce between a beautiful DJ set from Way Out West and a hard hitting techno barrage from Dirtybird’s J.Phlip.
Sunday Funday, or as we’ve rebranded it, Slapbag Sunday came with a slightly rude awakening. A plethora of the campsites further down the hill had turned into floating domiciles, surrounded by moats of mud. Woogie Weekend had sprouted hints of a Woog-ocalypse, but no one let it get them down. The mood evolved from gregarious and outgoing into an incredible bonding experience, where everyone was effected and everyone was making the most of it. For the last day, I channeled my mermaid vibes – adopting the nickname ‘Mermanda – as I pranced through the fields to Mikey Lion in a Desert Hearts flashback. Though I had to leave midway for work, I was happy to discover that I could watch my friends rock and rave below while I enjoyed the personalities flowing through the picnic area. Autograf took the stage and stole the show, providing the only live musical performance of the weekend with the stunning Maki Hsieh on violin.
After a light shift at work, I was relieved early – and I am still thanking the world I was: the second I reached my camp, raindrops started to trickle down – quickly evolving into a sideways barrage of water and wind. We simultaneously came to the conclusion that we were outdoors in one hell of a Summer storm. Mobilizing immediately, we double and triple checking our tarps and ties while making sure the fort was held down. In a state of confusion, we ended up huddled like wet cats under our most secure easy-up, each of us looking for a recourse to the situation. Finally, Danny’s eyes lit up as he scurried for the tent, yelling at me “This is what they were made for!!!” and we took refuge in a heartbeat.
The emotional shift was instantaneous as we warmed ourselves in the awkwardly humid tent air. What we were completely unaware of, was that Tropical Cyclone Dolores had been pounding down on the area – producing the biggest downpour to hit Southern California in 130 years, and an inch of rain in 48 hours. Even though the music had shut down for a few hours, our energy was high off of each other as we busted out champagne and ideas, tarot cards and stories. Once the rain let up, we ventured outside for the aftermath – and let me tell you, it was real. The stage areas had flooded, the slip and slide had been moved so participants landed in a giant puddle – but the smiles, they never left our faces. In the distance, we could hear a low rumbling of music and a rumor that The Hive had reopened for the night. Now with only one stage and a portion of the population gone with the wind, the vibe truly sat between Desert Hearts and LIB, full of empowering, engaging personalities within a trusting, evolved community. All Day We Dream, but all night we played as Lee Burridge sent the weekend off in style in a grand finale.
After the stages were finally shut down for the weekend, it was back to the RGL camp for one last romp in the rain. All weekend, we had our talented trio of friends going off on the decks – and DJs Firefly, Dreamlyfe and St4rfox kept our dancefloor game strong. So strong in fact that Lee Burridge turned up as St4rfox closed down the fort on Sunday night!! We had so much fun that we actually had to turn off the music, but there’s nothing quite like hearing a crowd chant “One more song! One more song!” Being restless busybodies, we plugged an iPod into a Jammypack and mobilized our crew. Taking one final muddy stroll through memory lane. Puddles had become lakes while mud turned into quicksand, but every moment was an amusing adventure – and at least we were all in it together. We stopped by the lake one last time, reflecting with laughter how we’d made it through the rabbit hole and come out better, bolder and more confident in who we were and how we could take charge of our lives. Waking up to sunshine and spotted clouds, we could finally take stock in what we’d spent three days living in – and each person that smiled at you walked with a sense of purpose and pride, and a look that said “Hey, I don’t know you – but we made it! Go us!”
Some people simply walk in the rain – but we danced, camped, laughed and survived one of Southern California’s biggest storms in over 100 years and we did it together. The teamwork that built our camp is in the same ethos of the teamwork that built this festival; it’s a spirit that reinvigorates the body while the soundscape of House and Techno resonated to our core. Woogie Weekend was an unimaginable auditory adventure and an environmental experience that can never be duplicated. For three days, we talked in technicolor while adapting to chaos, we made lemonade out of lemons – and found a warm community to spike it with punch drunk love while truly living and loving every moment.
What started out as a dream and a whisper, has catapulted into an international dance craze that’s waking and shaking conscious party people from San Francisco to Los Angeles and New York City to London. Daybreaker is the perfect way to rise and grind, featuring a menagerie of music, performance art, yoga and pure, unabashed dancing with peers from across your city. Instead of shots of tequila, they’re taking shots of wheatgrass and forging real connections with the young professional circuit within the dance music community. Everyone in the room has some pep in their step, a smile on their face – and real world responsibilities for the day; we’re not going to an after party after this, we’re going to work!
The recent bout of earthquakes that are wreaking havoc across Nepal are both unfortunate and terrible. In the past few weeks, 7.5 and 7.4 quakes have devastated the area – the good news is that you can help! The Daybreaker Team has joined forces with Generation Philanthropy to party with a purpose – and since we’re taking this one to the Pacific Ocean, you might be partying with some porpoises as well!
Next Tuesday morning, get your groove thing down to Marina Del Rey to ride the Hornblower as DJ Eric Sharp gets your body moving. Proceeds from each ticket sold will go directly to Nepal’s Communities as they try to recover from the recent tragedy.
“Boarding begins at 6 am, cast-off at 6:30 am SHARP. Everyday is an adventure and for this particular one, we will dance across the high seas with some of the best people around. As always there will be enough snacks and beverages to start your day off right. So dust off those dancing shoes and join us for a morning that will surely be one for the books. “
Details
When // Tuesday, May 19th 6.00am – 8.30am
Where // Hornblower Cruise — 13755 Fiji Way, Marina Del Ray, CA 90292
With // DJ Eric Sharp, Amazing live musicians and surprise performance artists with complimentary breakfast treats and drinks
Purchase tickets here and make sure you stay up to date with Daybreaker through their socials, they might be coming to a city near you!
Can’t make it to the party? You can help anyways – head to the Red Cross’s site right here
2014. As of this moment, there’s only a separation of two calendar weeks – but it somehow it already seems a lifetime a go. I’ve heard it’s just one of those things about aging, and understandably so: the older you get, the years become a smaller and smaller percentage of your life. 5 year old Amanda got to enjoy the year as a fifth, or 20% of her life – and here I am, inches away from 30 and last year merely accounts for 3.3% of my time on this wonderful planet. But in that year, twelve months, 365 days, 525600 minutes – I started a miniature business, delved into my DIY capabilities, moved in with the only man I ever want to live with. Hand in hand, we’ve made friends across the West Coast while simultaneously passionate pursuit of perfecting our crafts while diving headfirst into the electronic music scene. I’ve been humbled to work alongside some of the best and brightest minds in the industry, and am living out a my adulthood’s childhood fantasy. After seven years of living in Los Angeles, I was finally booked for a paid modeling shot; my lost dream and the reason I swapped zipcodes as a young college grad.
From Lighting in a Bottle to Global Dance, Shambhala to HARD Day of the Dead – I consider myself blessed to be taken in by so many different music communities and families; and then to be entrusted by the music community to share that journey, and evolve what it means to be part of it – it’s more than I could’ve ever asked for. But, that’s not to say my year didn’t have it’s equivalent share of setbacks – after being in a car accident last Spring, I was anxious behind the wheel for months, I resigned my maid of honor status by endeding what I thought was a close friendship and I’ve been living with an obnoxious Bartholin cyst since the Summer. Whether your year was full of accomplishments and accolades or trials and tribulations, New Years Eve marks a time when the lot of us can put on our party pants, forget our worries and party like it’s 1999 (or, 2015, whatever).
As the penultimate day of 2014 quickly approached, I was haphazardly balancing work, family and trying to pack for that my favorite blustery city in the Bay, San Francisco. For the second year running, Danny and I were off, off and away – to the land of tech talk and Burner babble, where the Sports teams are hot and the weather is brisk, the skyscrapers tower above you while the city rumbles with animation. Now in it’s 15th year running, Sea of Dreams was plotting a triumphant return to the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium after last year’s immense success. In an incredibly welcomed yet unprecedented move – they booked a two night stand for the event. The brainchild of Joegh Bullock, founder of Anon Events, Sea of Dreams was celebrating a decade and a half of decadence, dancing and deliriously wonderful vibes in San Francisco with support and assistance from Another Planet Entertainment and Sunset SF.
We crushed the 5 on Tuesday morning, leaving as early as possible so we could muster in a nap before the first night of the show. It’d been forever since I’d had a healthy dose of Pretty Lights, and now – I’d be seeing him twice in two nights. Christmas might’ve come early for some, but it came late for me and I was in no way complaining.
The first night of Sea of Dreams was as laid back as we were feeling, with only one active stage an intimate crowd and only a handful of artists, but they were all bursting at the seams with talent. For this night only, dancers, festies and music lovers of all kind brought out the flow toys and hoops as they grooved to the salacious sounds of Sea of Dreams. The early bird caught the worm at 7pm when Pumpkin jumped on the decks, but for anyone that missed his opening set – he was featured in between the other sets for an equal amount of time, if not longer, than his actual set. My only wish was that he was a little more highlighted as the crowd got down to a slew of remixes, from the tried and true MJ vocals to his soul tingling remix of Wildlight’s Twirl Me.
For anyone who’s said that true music is dead or lost within EDM had surely never witnessed the musical genius of the rest of the lineup. Next to grace the stage were Adam Deitch and Borahm Lee, better known to fans as NYC glitch-hop duo Break Science. From start to finish, they expertly fused genres from Funk to Hip Hop and Breakbeats with layered, live elements.
Break Science ebbed into Pumpkin and then flowed into The Glitch Mob. Living in LA since ’08, I consider myself more or less a local down south at this point – so seeing the Glitch Mobbers up in San Francisco was a nice treat. They kicked the crowd’s energy up, flowing through tracks from Love Death Immortality and older, crowd favorites; a solid set from the Mob, but being a pre-NYE event, I was hoping it would have been more raucous than it was. But that was immediately forgotten as the stage was stripped and the equipment rearranged. Left and right, audiophiles were geeking out as the acoustic musical setup took place and made way for the last performance of the night: the man, the myth, and the lights – Pretty Lights, to be exact. For this two night stand, Derek Smith brought the beats – and a full band, equipped with keyboardists Bor, trombonists, trumpeters, a Hammond Organ, a mixer and a drummer. And quickly, you remember why it’s called the ‘Pretty Lights Family’ – it features Scott Flynn of John Brown’s Body, Lettuce’s Eric Bloom and both members of Break Science. – at the very least. And we can’t forget, Lightning Director Greg Ellis, but you might know him better as LazerShark – and does that guy ever live up to his name!
For the next two hours, hundreds of eager ears danced their cares away until New Years Eve Day on a musical high that you can honestly only get from real instruments. There’s something in their tonality, the depth, the layering, the colors of the notes and harmonies they create. Nowadays within EDM, were so accustomed to a one man show – but we forget that traditionally, culturally, historically – music has been a multifaceted, artistic vehicle that encompasses the community and brings it together, in celebration; and Pretty Lights did just that. After the show, we forgot about the blustering wind and frigid weather while reminiscing on the beauty and wonder of the PL Live Band; a perfect pre-party for the main event.
Overnight, the wind subsided and the New Years Eve excitement was palpable as the sun rays broke through the window. Puffy white clouds dotted a surprisingly bright blue sky as the last moments of 2014 dissolved in front of us. During the day, we gallivanted around Crissy Field and over the Golden Gate Bridge – dishing on our favorite moments on the night and eager to feast on the main course of music. The sun slipped into the Pacific Ocean while spirits soared simultaneously from each corner of the city.
Strolling up to the second night of Sea of Dreams, the mood was elevated and enlightened, overflowing with ostentatious costumes and enigmatic personalities. Tonight was the big night; hello, 2015! If the main room was the main course, the small rooms may as well have been decadent appetizers that could fill you to the brim. Off to the right side of Bill Graham, the aptly named Trapeze Room was in full swing – fully equipped with life burlesque performances from local favorites Meka La Crème, Elektra Cute, Olivia Bellafontaine, Mojo Deville, Hunny Bunnah, Iza L Vamp, Tonya Kay Jay Siren and Miss Emma Nation. Throughout the night, DJs from The Gentlemen Callers of LA, Jazzy Fox, The Bellhop, Delachux and The Klown delighted party go-ers with the delectable rhythms of Electro Swing until the late hours of the morning. If you took a few steps back, the Silent Disco was getting a quiet groove on with the likes of Matt Haze, Analog Disco, DJ Phleck and DJ Mancub – just to name a few. On the flip side, there were some Funky Deep House and Disco vibes being tossed around jubilantly in Larkin Hall. An eclectic array of artists – from Dirtybird’s Worthy and the Fort Knox Five to Sea of Dreams’ own Robbie Kowal as Motion Potion – delivered exceptional sets to eager fans, lapping up celebratory drinks and reveling in style on the dancefloor.
Descending onto the main dance floor was a treat in itself; decorations adorned the ceiling while live painters and artists from Anthony West to Gregorio de Masi lined the walls, finishing the musically influenced masterpieces they began the night before. Mikey Thunder opened the night, followed by the funky freshness of Lettuce. Beats Antique came out swinging with animated set, more exuberant than their Creature Carnival Tour. Live performers including Zoe Jakes writhed to a bass heavy take on world music, with group members David Satori on the violin and Tommy “Sidecar” Cappel on the drums. For the second time in as many nights, the Pretty Lights Music Band reminded the crowd what dance music should truly be about – musicians and artists collaborating on the creative process, the end result – pure magic. Lightning Director LazerShark outdid himself, as the room filled was once again bombarded with the salacious sounds of a menagerie real instruments. I can’t stress how wonderful it is to hear the color a brass section produces or the emotions an organ can convey. As Derek and the band flowed through old (and personal) favorites like Hot Like Sauce and Keep Em Bouncing, I actually forgot that we’d just seen him the night before; it was a completely different vibe, but the same musical prowess and passion.
Whether it was the exceptional talent presented by the Pretty Lights Full Band, a desire to head home after the midnight ball drop or the almost poetic lull of music after Pretty Lights as the stage was discombobulated and reconfigured in front of our eyes – the crowd seemingly disappeared at 1:30; only to be slowly drawn back to the dance floor as Flying Lotus took the stage. The 2am crowd at Sea of Dreams had a mystique to them, a twinkle in their eye and an extra bounce in their step. As the music picked up, a hushed tone settled over the room; bodies at rest were revived and reinvigorated by the subtle tonality of near binural beats layered over intelligent lyrics. Dancing suddenly felt more like reacting as the low end frequencies emanated from my head down to my toes. We stood there, eyes transfixed on the cube come to form in the center, projection mapping psychedelically warping our minds. The lyrics wrapped their way around our skulls and into our memory, while the projection mapped visuals manifested, fractled and spiraled into and out of control. Tl; dr: my mind was blown.
Like a select other festivals that boast permaculture and collaboration through societal progress – Sea of Dreams is about more than just the music; it’s about the culmination of a music and collaborative community that embrace it. I spent the two nights of SOD celebrating with good friends old and new, festival friends that I’d made at Lightning in a Bottle and new friends just as thrilled as we were to rock into the New Year surrounded by exceptional artists, visionaries and peers. With the menagerie of live musicians that graced the main stage we’re seeing true musicians push back against the stigma – displaying their instrumental prowess as well as their exceptional production skills on the same scale. it’s a different crowd, a different edge of the venn diagram that EDM lovers mingle between. For once, the ‘Dance’ was rightfully thrown back into the moniker ‘Electronic Dance Music’ and was sweet music to all of our ears. It’s been said that how you spend your New Years Eve is indicative of how your year is going to be, and if so – the dance community is in for quite a treat this year.
To take a gander at the breadth of the photos from Sea of Dreams, head over to The DJ List’s Photo Gallery or our photographer Daniel Leist’s Gallery.
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“Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.”
Groucho Marx
We’re down to the tail end of yet another month in 2013 and it’s left me sitting here, shaking my head while staring at my computer screen while I wonder where the time effing went. Sure, February’s the shortest month of the year but it was pretty stacked socially and, let’s be honest for a second, entirely exhausting! I’m looking forward to a few weekends of good R&R with the kitties, catching up on a few good books and getting my life back together. Well, until I’m threatened with a good time…and we all know how I react to fun 😉 There’s been so much exciting stuff going on in the past few weeks that I’m just going to get down to it; it’s the last Wednesday of the month – let’s go!
The Olympics Just Got A Whole Less Manly
The next Summer Olympics will be unlike any other – but primarily because one of the sports that can be traced back to the 18th Olympiad all the way back in 704 B.C. , has been eliminated: wresting; to put it in perspective, we’re now entering the 4th year of the 697th Olympiad. It’s not that I’m a huge fan of the sport, but I’ll agree that it’s both a graceful and powerful endeavor, and to boot one I’m surely not equipped to take part in. And the Olympics without Wrestling? That’s like the Bulls without Jordan, the 49ers without Steve Young, McDonalds without hamburgers…you get the picture. It’s just plain wrong – and upset fans, competitors and coaches agree; Japan’s Wresting Foundation has launched a petition to get it back into the Olympics, Las Vegas has already decided to bring the cash cow on home for some good old fashioned sports betting and some have even gone as far as returning their gold medals. First it was Bulgarian medalist Valentin Yordanov who returned his ’96 Gold Medal from Atlanta and now it seems that Russia’s Sagid Murtazaliev has followed suit and returned his Gold from the Sydney Olympics in 2000. Now, in the wake of it’s untimely Olympic exile – there’s a new question on the table: what sport is set to replace it? There are seven sports currently competing to take it’s place – baseball, karate, roller sports, sport climbing, squash, wakeboarding and wusho; if it’s not baseball or karate, I say nay.
We Want to See The Light
Even though I was just in that city of sin, I’m ready to head back – but there’s a whole new reason that I have that Las Vegas itch! Mandalay Bay has paired up with Cirque du Soleil and host of A-List DJs. Earlier we knew that Skrillex, that saucy minx, was in talks with the Cirque du Soleil crew but now we have confirmation that acts like Zedd, Alesso, Baauer and Sebastian Ingrosso will also be on the bill. Not that we needed it, but this elite pairing is further evidence of the staying power, and commercialization, of EDM – but knowing the caliber of the cast associated with LIGHT, there’s no doubt that this will be a top notch production. Mark your calendars because LIGHT is scheduled to open April 26th – just in time for the pool parties! For an all encompassing look at the talent LIGHT will boast – check out out that stacked lineup below the video!
Pluto Gets a Friend
I don’t know about you guys, but when Pluto’s planet status was demoted I was a little sad – I grew up with the guy, he was part of my dioramas, part of my science fairs. But then, in 2006, Pluto was downgraded to a dwarf planet. Since then astronomers have discovered several new moons that rotate Pluto with a strange orbit in addition to Nix and Hydra, discovered in 2005, and Charon, discovered in ’78. Until now, those moons have simply gone by P4 and P5. Their names were put up to a vote the other week through the SETI Institute and the winning name is …drumroll, please….Vulcan. That’s right, Trekkies everywhere rejoice – William Shatner entered the name late in the game, but it somehow still ended up on top. Live long and prosper!
In Russia, Moon Lands On You
To the complete shock of basically everyone, a meteorite broke through our atmosphere and decided to land itself on Mother Russia, the only country with dash cameras in every car. The meteorite broke apart over central Russia injuring approximately 1000 citizens, and the resulting shock waves rocked the infrastructure of the city and blew out windows like the big bad wolf on steroids. Scientists have been working to trace this meteorite back in time – and it seems that the meteor (which is what you have before it enters our atmosphere), originated in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. In turn, this has inspired NASA to team up with the Air Force to search for a way to prevent more detrimental asteroid attacks; anyone else picturing a real life Armageddon?
Welcome Back, Daft Punk!
I can’t tell you a time where there wasn’t a hot and heavy rumor about Daft Punk making a comeback – every other week we would hear something new but the sources were few and far between and we just couldn’t seem to catch a break. Well, the other night while we were all sleeping sweetly and our computers were dreaming of electric sheep – something was a buzz over at Daft Punk HQ: the famous french DJ Duo has not only ditched Virgin Records to join Columbia, but among the rumors they’ll be releasing a new album in May it seems that they’ve updated their logo. Should we take this as a sign? I say HELL YES; it’s been too damn long!
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