In the spirit of the Holidays, Undefeated, and the Creative Vision Foundation have gotten together with the DJ AM Memorial Fund. They’ve set up a sneaker auction on eBay selling off some of the late DJ’s 900+ pairs to help raise money for those struggling with addiction. New shoes are being added daily, so don’t miss your chance to support the cause and own some priceless DJ AM memorabilia.
If sneaker’s aren’t your thing, but you’d still like to give, you can donate directly HERE.
Dutch DJ extraordinaire Tiesto played this past Saturday at the Pacific Coliseum and yours truly was there for the showdown. Down to the point, I don’t think I could have asked for more… I had fun? Initially, I thought it would be “funny” to go down to the show, but what it came down to was just “fun”. Joke’s always on me, right?
My relationship with electronic music can be traced back to when I was 10 years old watching documentaries on the Prodigy and the UK rave scene. I wanted to be a part of the dance scene so bad but not only was I 10 and well-underaged but the scene seemed to have only existed in Europe. Over a decade later, here I am in my twenties, still missing out on the rave scene… although according to some (re: most), that was a good thing.
It’s been a little over two weeks since I got back and I’m finally just getting caught up. While the instant gratification of a reliable internet connection and mobile phone/laptop is my life in NA, the freedom felt by not being connected was something I do miss. Ever since I first visited Taiwan (95) it’s always been a mistress of mine in the sense that I’m 1/2 Chinese but yet find myself having more Tawainese friends and enjoying Taiwan more so than China.
I’m not sure if its the functional chaos or just the lure of new opportunities that intrigue me more, but whatever it is (high probability of it being their fried chicken), I <3 Taiwan.
Have you heard? I heard it from Freddie who heard it from his grandma’s cleaning lady, the one with the lazy eye, who heard it from her brother’s dog’s nutritionist, yes his dog has a nutritionist, who heard it from his boyfriend’s taro card reader, the gypsy lady with bad breath, who heard it from a random bearded man in skinny skinny jeans on the corner of Granville and Smithe Street outside the Commodore Ballroom. Like I said, everyone loves good gossip.
For those of you who don’t know the band Gossip, you better get with the program because they are a force to be reckoned with.
The Whitest Boy Alive is my favorite band. My love for them started when I heard a remix of one of their songs by one of my favorite French house producers, Fred Falke. After hearing this remix I went on a rampage trying to find out all I could about the band. Who are they? Where are they from? Where’s the buzz? Usually any artist Mr. Falke remixes has a huge cult following, but there was really nothing to be found on these dudes. Their website was, and still is pretty minimal, I couldn’t find any reviews of their album, and the only jam I could find was the previously mentioned remix. It was only a matter of time though until the Blogosphere would put Justice’s † on the back burner and embrace a new sound.