Mixset – “21″
For the first time in a long while, I've recorded a DJ mixset, and named after turning 21 in 2010. The original concept for this mix was to have 21 tracks to represent my 21st birthday, but that seemed a bit overkill. I was also trying to work some hip-hop into it, but that didn't work either. In the end, I recorded an improvised, electro house set that's 10 tracks and 40 minutes long. It's great to dance to, and it includes some of my favorite electro tracks of the past year. (And only two of them are popular tracks, which is lower than average for my mixes.)
VHS Remix: ABS/SIR: How They Work for You
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In the style of Everything Is Terrible, I've been starting to capture and edit old, crappy VHS tapes. The first VHS tape I captured and edited was Debbie Family History, but the content of that tape wasn't terrible; it was antique.
"ABS/SIR: How They Work for You" was found in an industrial vehicle, faded and neglected. It was made in 1995, and was meant to serve as an "edutainment" piece on how anti-lock breaks and supplemental inflatable restraints (SIR, or airbags) work. The first part about ABS was average and boring, while the part about SIR was, well... Take a look for yourself:
BT Spins in Vegas; Ravers _____ in Phoenix
Standing in this massive line was ridiculous, I thought. $45 gets me this? But after a few directions and the flash of a wristband, I was in.
BT, and his vocal accompaniment JES, performed at Rain Nightclub at the Palms Resort and Casino Saturday night, and it was a hell of a show.
You're gonna have to trust me - this is BT.
Granted, this was my first nightclub experience, so it might as well have been all the same as any other club. But what made this particular venue attractive on this particular night was the man himself, BT.
A crooked hallway plastered in tiny mirrors beings me in to the club. The place is pounding with music. And people.
You have to shove past everyone in a club like this, but they're all attractive, so I guess it doesn't matter. Shoving past people for five minutes got me to a relatively uncrowded bar.
"What's strong and cheap?" I asked the bartender after observing a guy pay $7 for a cheap beer. He gave me a double rum and coke for $13.
Waiting for the first DJ to finish, I stood on the upper balcony next to people I couldn't hear. I watched as security guards ushered people, cleaned up drinks, etc. The dance floor was packed, and there was no telling where I'd end up if I tried to enter it. Best keep my distance.