Review: Mark Angel – Koncept

Got this promo a while back  just found in my spam def feeling the koncept and The Republic! Source Code DNA is collaboration between Rene Walther and Mark Angel..

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POSR interview With Designer Drugs

Download MIx From A-Trax Live On Power 106 (Feat Htowns GO GO GARCIA!!)

peep this mix  i just jacked from the fools gold blog ….
def a keeper and its feat a track from Houstons own GOGO GARCIA!
Way to go VATO!

Download this live set

from Trizzy’s guest appearance on DJ Reflex’s show on Power 106 in LA. Clubbers! Secret joints! Tracklist after the jump.

1. A-Trak x Drake x Birdman – Loonies To Blow
2. Armand Van Helden ft. Christian Rich – Ski Hard
3. Kid Sister – Big N Bad
4. (secret weapon…)
5. MSTRKRFT – Bounce (A-Trak Remix)
6. DJ Gant-Man – Juke Dat Girl
7. Green Velvet & Kid Sister – Everybody Wants
8. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)
9. DJ Sega – Colours
10. Big Moe – I’ll Do It (Go Go Garcia Remix)
11. Donnis – Gone (DJ Craze’s Dookie Mix)
12. Travis Porter – All The Way Turnt Up
13. Ludacris – How Low Can You Go (Remix)

Random Factor: Music that changed my Life…

When i got into house it was this bizarre wave of disco samples and loops and DJ dan was king ha.. those were the days.. (as if i rember them).. i was more into Industrial thou and got into house by mear accident. As i started releasing more  house tracks my style change totally after  listening to Random Factor and alot of stuff on 2020 vision (thanks JEFFERY MAC!!)

After hearing the sounds of random factor my stuff got back in touch with the synth and i totally stoped using disco loops in my tracks.. it was like if i was free! free from limitation of disco loops!  well anyways im getting off the subject but  back to random Factor to mne he changed my sound and heres an old but goodie this was one of the tracks that totally turned my  taste around!

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More About Him and His legacy
http://www.myspace.com/carlfinlow
http://www.discogs.com/artist/Random+Factor

Review: Learning Secrets 6 Year Anniversary at Beauty Bar with CLASSIXX & WOOLFY 1/22/10

I was psyched when I first heard that Learning Secrets had booked Classixx and Woolfy for their six year anniversary party. It seems that Ian Orth & Jeremy are kindred spirits with me when it comes to all things disco, italo, & boogie.

Unfortunately while arriving fashionably late we missed the opening dj’s sets as well as Woolfy’s performance. Beauty Bar had the back parking lot fenced off where they had set up a tent and were having several bands play. We entered thru the rear gate and quickly rushed past the band playing outside(sorry guys). I was in a hurry and had been anxiously anticipating this night for quite a while and no one could stop me now. We could hear the enticing pulse of the bass and the sweet sounds of synth arpeggios in the air.

It was actually kind of hard to squeeze into the back door just past the men’s bathroom as the building was entirely rammed full of people. Wow, I hadn’t seen Beauty Bar this crazy since SXSW ’09. Classixx was already mid-set and fully rocking out dropping nu-disco bombs and classic deep house gems to a writhing throng of super sexy and up for it party people. The boys mixes were spot on and their programming was tight. Even though you almost needed a shoehorn to maneuver your way through the thick sweaty crowd everyone seemed quite gracious and in a pleasant yet festive mood.

We eventually worked our way onto the dance floor and wiggled for a few before heading to the bar to grab some drinks. It was quite a night, I ran into friends from all kinds of scenes, all the way from goths to ravers. Great job guys, happy anniversary, and cheers to another 6 years! -Adam Warped

Here are a few train-spots from Classixx’s set…
Lindstrom & Christabelle- “Baby Can’t Stop” Aeroplane Dub
Phoenix – Lisztomania (Classixx Version)
Chicken Lips-”Blank Tape”

links
http://www.myspace.com/classixxmusic
http://www.myspace.com/woolfys
http://www.learningsecretsmusic.com/

Pics from the party courtesy of our friends over at www.thepeenscene.com

Captains Log . The journey for a free good time. (Franki Chan Night Out)

It was a cold and miserable night for me i felt like i went threw hell these last couple days(literally i have) but anyways…, So me and the infamous Adam Warped decided to journey into the night to frolic amongst the red river crowd..crowd i say… i wish there was .. we arrived at the scene about 11ish thinking it would be packed to the gills, surprisingly  there were like 3 or 4 people in the whole place. We both kinda scratched our heads and decided to hop to the next room of sex and alcohol.  

As we entered the next room of pleasures, i was greeted by one of my favorite people at plush, John! (love this guy) anyways as i knocked down a couple of club sodas and heard a few beats from ram-z and crew we decided to head back to Barbarella(a young lady informed Adam that Frankis status on FB said he had landed and was on way) so naturally we headed back thinking it should have picked up.Well it didn’t, but none the less we  saw one of our fav DJ, Simon, aka Prepmode and we started chatting him up to kill the time, there was a really good dj on called Hoddie Allen that was grinding it.. not bad not bad..

So as I’m in my usual position of staring at a screen and typing a way i look up and see no other than my Richard Henry and Franki Chan enter the building, amongst other . So i naturally greeted my homie Richard and said a quick hello to Franki and informed him that the  interview that we had done before hand at beauty bar was basically no good cause the mic was bad, but we did transcribe it as best as we could ..(seems like i went threw hell trying to get an interview with Franki i even had a person in LA but the film guy flaked on us,,,, ugg so embarrassing .. anyways as he got on the decks more people started to com in and it started to actually fill up a bit.. over all it cheered up my night and Franki threw down some nice beats.. and the crowd was small and intimate couldn’t have asked for a better night  to put a smile on my face..

2 thumbs up for Barbarella and Franki Chan!

An Interview With Richard Henry

Richard Henry Interview from POSR on Vimeo.

illson:
we’re here at House Wine on 408 Josephine to talk with a local scenester in the Austin music scene. Now people say that Austin is the music capital of the world. That’s so because of the work of these people. His name’s Richard Henry, and we’re going to ask him a handful of questions so that you get to know him a little better.

So, Richard Henry – in what way do you contribute to Austin’s music scene?

RH:
Ummm, I book a bunch of shows in town, usually talent-scouting around looking for new things that people will like – stuff that I listen to in my ipod – new music – and just bringing in new music from other cities into town and also doing the same exact thing … exporting and importing basically music. It’s kind of like coffee, but with music.

illson:
Do you have a production company, or a promo company, or anything we can recognize by name?

RH:
Yeah, I have this promotional company called Platypus Promotions. It kind of happpened by default, like everything else I do, and just had to create something to be more ‘professional,’ and it’s pretty much caters to everything, like all kinds of different genres of music. Umm, it’s everything ’cause a platypus is a little bit of everything. So is the company, its A & R … it’s different stuff. I don’t know how to explain it. It deals with reggae, umm … hip-hop, rap, umm … street music, dance music, umm … punk rock, rock. Pretty much everything that tickles my ear.

illson:
Do you still like music?

RH:
Absolutely NO! No, I love music. I’ve been into music since I was like a kid kicking it in my mom’s womb – to the beat, ‘woom buncha boom’ – so I’m a pretty big fan.

illson:
Any particular bands that you’re really into right now?

RH:
Umm … actually, yeah, there’s a few bands. There’s a band I found that out plays across my street. There called the Hex Dispensers. They’re really good. They’re garage, punk rock style. Another band is Fingaar Bangaar. They’re amazing. They’re part of Insect Records, by Butcher Bear & Charlie. They’re pretty good. And … I don’t know. That’s about it for local type bands and stuff.

illson:
Aside from money, what other essential traits should a promoter have?

RH:
You should do it because you like it. You shouldn’t do it just for the money. If you’re doing it for the limelight, (or) being on the cover of some local ‘zine or something like that, you’re doing it for the wrong reasons… Basically what I’m trying to say is that basically you shouldn’t mind about the money because the money will come if you stick with it, and just stick with something you like doing, because nobody wants to work a nine to five job. Fuck that.

illson:
What has been your creative outlet as of late?

RH:
My dj’ing. I used to be in a band a long time ago. We broke up. (So) Dj’ing. Trying to get into music production, and trying to recreate kind of like, uh … I don’t know how to explain it. Kind of like a garage type sounding music right now, I’m working on. And that’s basically how I got the promotion company. I have to create posters and all that stuff, and help people out of situations – so I could buy more gear. Basically that’s how I ended up (with it), by default. That’s pretty much it right now.

illson:
Finally, Seth Rogen or Bill Murray?

RH:
Bill Murray!

illson:
Allright. that’s one hot minute with Richard Henry of Platypus Productions. Keep an eye out for his work in the city and say hello when you see him. Thanks, Richard.

RH:
Platypus Promotions!

illson:
Platypus Promotions. Thank you, Richard.

RH:
You’re welcome.

XX at CMJ With suprise Apperance by The Golden Filter

Sicca Of As If

Well it was fri and me and Sicca were feening for something to do..  already Post Op and appeased by the new york bagel gods, we were going to meet up with Adam Warped and Chris Casual  to go to  Hercules And Love Affair but we decided to go out and about with  our  very uber hip  friend / business associate /manager and over most of all awesome guy.. Traey Hatch .. He told us that we should come check out this band XX and meet up with our new found friend Myles Grosovsky of Sneak Attack Media

Traey Hatch, Myles Grosovsky, Jake Childs

well anyyywaysssss… enough of the  name dropping and tag indexing lets move back to the story at hand..

XX At CMJ

So we get on the subway (Imagine That) and head toward the hotel. and arrive greeted by yer typical are you on the list douche bag to tell us that we were at the wrong place. So 2 block later we arrived to smiling faces that greeted and checked if we were on the list  and so we entered the   beautiful but yet to be packed hotel.

Fixed NYC

As we walked down the stairs we heard the oh familiar but faint sounds of a DJ coming form downstairs, im assuming it was in the basement of the hotel but what the hell do i know. So after Sicca decided to get her 17 dollar glass of wine in a plastic cup  we decided to hit the dance floor. it was packed but not yet to packed and it was a little odd cause the music wasn’t up very loud.. So after all that it start`ed to fill up more and more and more.. and it wouldn’t stop. So naturally the music became louder which i might add there was a Dj Tag team That caught my ear playing Indie dance To Electro to Disco There names were Dave And Josh Of  Fixed NYC so after a few waddles on the dance floor i naturally had to pee right when the place was filled but on my way to the pisser low and behold  whom did i see  could this be  ….

The Golden Filter

Yes YES yeS it was! it was Penelope Of The Golden FilterI felt like a school boy telling her how im such a big hugeee fan.. hahha   what can ya do when i like something i like something.. anyways so back to the floor  and we met up with miles chatted for a tad and the dj music turned down  and the  band XX started to come on..

Sound Guys at Hotel

YOU COULD BARLEY HEAR THEM…  as we all looked in astonishment  as how they turned off all the speakers in the back  and only the staeg speakers we became quite  restless. i liked what i heard but just couldn’t hear it very well so we decided to make like a banana and split!..

On my way out the facilities  i was greeted again by Penelope and Stephen of The Golden Filter so naturally asked them when they were coing back to Austin they said probably SXSW. So i said goodbyes and we wandered off into the Manhattan night  all in one piece.

THE END

P.S. so Chris Casual and Adam Warped were dancing the night away with trannys!
UGGG i would have paid to see this! Jealous!

POSR: To New York, Day 1

POSR sullen in the Subway

I took stock; two guitars, one rolling bag, one little backpack.  I was ready. With luggage stuffed with electronics, I thought it would be would be wise to have myself dropped off at the airport a good two hours prior in case security wanted to give me more than a once-over.

On the way to the airport I noticed the day. It was grey and drizzly all Thursday morning but no longer; at that point the clouds had left, the sun was bright, and the air was clear and cool. I felt a twinge of regret for having to leave such a beautiful day, and a bit of apprehension as to whether I had everything I needed. Then I remembered that I can be resourceful when necessary and that I have  always figured out a way to get by. ‘We are built to survive.’  It was going to be alright; I was leaving a beautiful day but I’m off to another adventure in one of my favorite cities – New York – and in one of my favorite boroughs – Brooklyn.

I just had to get through security.

We get to the airport and I say goodbye to my friend, who gave a heart-felt good luck before driving off. I went to face Continental Airlines.

Austin, Texas has one of my favorite airports. If you give yourself enough time, you realize what a breeze it is to get to your gate. There were but two obstacles; a suit cuts in front of me in the line, and I get charged $50 for my luggage and my guitar. I gave up all the money my friend lent me and some of my own, hand them my bag, take the guitar to the oversize luggage person and head for the security line. They scrutinize my battered I.D. for a hot minute and wave me through. Aside from having to cough up what little money I had, it was a pretty painless trip to the gate.

I had two hours to kill. I found myself a seat facing the tarmac and began my weekend project; picking the best tracks from The Beatles stereo remasters. I started listening to the albums that I felt bridged the gap between their merseybeat roots and their later pop experiments – Revolver and Rubber Soul. Time drifted by on their backbeat. Eventually I got a tap on my shoulder. Jake, his girl Jessica, Adam and Chris have arrived.

The first words out of Adams’ mouth wre, ‘wanna get a drink?’ Despite my budget, I said ‘yes’ without hesitation.  “There’s a bar down there called Campbell’s. I’ll tell them I’m a relation,” Adam said. I gathered my things, hoisted my bass onto my shoulders and we trudged down to the bar. The small bar was completely full. Adam had a bloody mary, I had an over-priced beer. Adam tells me that he barely woke up when his phone rings with Jake on the other line, telling him that he was there to pick him up.

”’Five minutes’ – I threw some dirty clothes in my backpack, and I hopped into his car.”

I noticed that Adam was still wearing the same clothes from the past night’s rehearsal. Impressed, I moved the topic to how slim my budget was. I ordered another beer. He said he was on a slim budget, too, and that he’ll have to figure out a way to find more money in New York. Halfway through our second round of drinks we get the text from Chris that the plane was boarding. We attempted to get halfway through my beer, and failing, we ran for the gate. Success – we were on time and tipsy and merry.

Chris and I are instructed to put our basses in an overhead bin. We found one with space and placed them on top of each other, joking that we might end up with another bass in about nine months. We found our seats – the very last ones on the plane. The stewardesses were sullen and misshapen, and slurred into the microphone like drunks. The pilot sounded like he had laryngitis.

We achieved cruising altitude, settled in, and reached for our respective audio devices – an old iPod nano for me, an iPhone for Chris, and a 15 inch Macbook for Adam. He ordered a double bloody mary.

We were served with ‘Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian,’ a movie Roger Ebert described as ‘like ectoplasm from a medium, it is the visible extrusion of a marketing campaign.’

We were served a salad and a hamburger, which reminded me of the New York Times headline, ‘Woman’s Life Shattered by Hamburger‘ – an expose on the ground beef industry. I scarfed it down anyways, E. Coli be damned.

Adam instructed me to get another tiny vodka bottle. Then he instructed me to get another cup of ice. Then he was happy.

The iPod and the flight lulled me in and out of sleep, to be nudged awake by the passage of large posteriors in the aisles.

Fairly soon we arrived in Newark. As always, people inexplicably rose from their seats when we arrived at the gate, despite the cabin door being closed.

Our basses survived the trip; Chris and I grabbed them and headed out the plane, making sure that Adam was close behind us. We took a trek to the luggage carousels, I found the proper one and we retrieved our bags quickly. Headed to the oversize luggage, crossed my fingers, and got the guitar. It felt intact. To the taxi kiosk. A long line. An old, cheerful black lady attended us. A bit of a struggle to find a cab that will take all five of us, and finally someone did. The long ride from Newark to … The Roosevelt Hotel midtown.

It seemed our manager Traey was in the middle of a musical about Fela Kuti and couldn’t greet us, so he asked two friends to host us until he got out of the theater. The two friends were Mary and Ann, two Asian girls from Toronto. They were incredibly bubbly and friendly. We piled into their little two-bed room and got acquainted.

We plotted drinks and food for Chris; I escaped for a cigarette with Adam downstairs. A door man accosted us and asked us if we were in a band. We groped our way through a conversation about how to go about success, then he invited us to go to the bar on the roof. We went back usptairs to join the others and are convinced by Mary and Ann to join them for one drink. I suggest the roof top bar. We gather and then we make our way there, which required taking a service elevator and having three large men unnecessarily guide us in its use. We got to the roof, stepped out into a dark hallway and onto the balcony. Suits abound. There was actually an Asian American group meeting, so I was surrounded by my expensively dressed brothers and sisters. We were given a low table by a loudspeaker and seated. The air was cool, and we were surrounded by skyscrapers and the successful. It was a bit disorienting, but again we settled in and talked to Mary and Ann. Mutual friends were discovered. The drinks sunk in, and we enjoyed each others’ company.

The time came to feed Chris, who hasn’t seen food since the morning. I suggested stepping out onto the street and seeing what we found. We huddled for a smoke and another Asian American, this time in hard-hat and yellow vest, came to bum one. We asked him where we could find food, and he pointed the way. His eyes were merry. We followed his directions. We found a busy street and I spied a corner market. I suggested that we go in and check it out, and luckily they had the obligatory little deli. Hefty bagels go around. A large plate of fries. A Foster’s lager the size of my head appeared in Adam’s hand.

We learned that people were converging onto our location and so we got beers, brown bags, and waited on the street. An old friend of Adam’s arrived, and more mutual friends were discovered. Traey arrived from his show, with a somewhat lukewarm review. We decided to head to Traey’s loft and said goodbye to Adam’s friend.

Back to the Roosevelt, and Mary and Ann, to retrieve our luggage. Promises to catch up with each other in our respective cities were exchanged and we parted. We cabbed it to Traey’s loft in the Upper West Side – that part of New York unknown to me. I took care of the fare and it tapped me out. We piled out and admired the building, walked in and admired the foyer, and took the elevator to the 14th floor. There were two lofts available to us and so found room for everyone. One of the lofts overlooked the river and the George Washington bridge – a beautiful sight. I sat down with Adam as the rest went out for groceries. We briefly discussed getting into some trouble before the night ended, thought the better of it (at least I did), and decided to rest before the next days’ business meeting. Sleep came to me on the couch, dreams putting three periods after my first days’ sentence.

Jake Childs “Reverse Osmosis Chart” on beatport.com

Hello fellow friends of planet neptune i have decided to put a few of my fave tunes im playing out at the moment on beatport..
really digging kiko’s stuff latlety and taking it back old sk0ol for me with the K7 release
enjoy!

https://www.beatport.com/en-US/html/content/chart/detail/18658/Jake%20Childs%27%20Reverse%20Osmosis%20Chart

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