Discovered on TV

December 15, 2011

There are many places from which i glean interest in new music.  Sadly it is not the radio, because frankly, they play crap.  For the most part it’s via friends, but i’d say a good majority are from tv shows and commercials, which have small clips of something that catch my ear and want to hear more, thereby initiating an all out dog-sniffing search to find the artist and song title.

Until recently, it has been a long time since i found myself interested in any television series.  The last show i watched religiously was The X-Files, which ended nearly ten years ago.  And before that it was Twin Peaks.  When my boyfriend and i started dating, he introduced me to the latest Doctor Who series.  I always had fond memories of this show as my father and i used to watch the 70s version.  All of these shows have influenced the electronic music scene and i have many  theme song snippets and remixes.

This last year i found myself interested in many shows (The Walking Dead, Glee, Once Upon A Time, Community).  With sites like hulu and some adroit googling skills, you can find almost any series online.  This is appealing to me in many ways, cuz let’s face it, i am never home at the same time on the same day in any given week.  I refuse to let tv run my life, plus i hate waiting each week for the next episode.  Online viewing often allows me to watch an entire series all at once.

In catching up with the latest Grimm episodes, to my delight, one opening scene featured an abandoned warehouse, rave music blaring while teeny-boppers in furry hats and glow stick apparel jumped around screaming the name of a dj—DJ Retchid Kat—who appeared to be a knock-off version of Deadmau5.  Instead of wearing a mouse head, he had a paper-mache-looking, bright pink costume cat head.  Regardless of this obvious thievery, i was excited to begin my search for the music in this episode, hoping they would at least pay homage by including a Deadmau5 track.  They did not.  However, i did find a few gems.  One by a fav of mine DJ Dan who i last heard at Opulent Temple on the dusty grounds of the playa.  My special find in this show was The Terror by Designer Drugs.  Wolfgang Gartner also deserves a special shout-out for his contribution.

There’s no denying the musical influence that’s accompanying visual entertainment.  I wish those in the biz choosing the music in these avenues would give some advice to the radio producers who feel it necessary to repeat “top 40” songs over and over.

53 Days and Counting

July 12, 2011

Click below for Parts 1-4 of my  Burning Man essay:

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4

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Most of the people I hung out with were friends Justin made the previous year, including Dawn who rode up on her fuzzy-blue, fur-lined bike on our second day to say hello and invite us to her birthday celebration the following evening.  Bikes are almost a necessity for navigating the temporary city’s 13+ mile-long ring roads that enveloped center camp. Temperatures were too hot during the day and too chilly at night to spend them walking to and from camp.  It was especially chilly at night to emerge from the camps into the large open space surrounding the Burning Man structure, or when pedaling between the music camps stationed on the outskirts of the ring roads as temperatures went as low as 40°F.

My first night I was anxious to get out and explore.  It was dusk by the time we found our campmates and unpacked.  Randy pulled out my bike and I attacked it with glow sticks and the orange EL wire Justin and I had purchased.  Randy, an engineer and all-things-glowy-rigged expert, had an aqua-lit pole on the back of his bike with a spastic flashing hummingbird on the end.  On the front of his basket were two spinning eyes and an equalizer-style mouth that opened and closed randomly depending on what music we were near.

We rode out first to Opulent Temple, one of the major music venues.  The DJ booth, which had fire blazing from the top, was sandwiched by 15 foot circular screens taut around a metal frame which made them look like drums lying on their sides.  We stood on the outskirts of the crowd.  I kept spinning around digesting everything I was seeing.  People in costume, lit up art cars in the shapes of butterflies, a cassette tape, a field of mushrooms, all floating around off in the distance somewhat surreal.

“So, Allie, where do you want to go next? Randy asked me.  “You lead the way.”

I pointed to the Art Car Wash, an elaborate series of scaffolding with a large orange cone in the center and bubbles coming out of it.

“I want to go over there!”

I peddled off vigorously, fighting against the dust pits that slowed me down.  My excitement gave my legs power and when I arrived I turned around to make sure the guys had kept up, but there was no one behind me.  I stopped, wildly scanning all the glowing movements, looking for the hummingbird.  It was my first night.  I had no idea how to get back to our camp.  I was lost.

I stood there for what seemed like ages, but was probably only five minutes, before deciding to head back in the direction I’d come.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  There was too much to see and I didn’t want to spend my time standing around.  Halfway back I saw the outlines of three men, standing beside their bikes, looking off in another direction.  I ditched my bike and ran towards them.  They embraced me with sighs of relief.  I was only lost for a moment.

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