Italy = the pope, mario, italo disco

Today, as it is all cold and miserable outside I thought I'd relieve anyone's hangovers from the night before by putting up a mix of some of my favorite Italo Disco songs. I really don't feel like writing much, I am fucking exhausted from driving in traffic all day and eating my delicious French pancakes, WHICH YOU are not allowed to have! Ok, you are allowed some, but only if you cut off a tuft of your hair and send it along with your panties in an enclosed envelope to the following address:

Bobby Teenager
1234 anywhere land
USA 92374692476827468254.


In return I will send you some flour, eggs and milk (maybe a lemon and sugar, depends on how many poop stains are on the panties).


Alright, i am grossing myself out now. Listen to these tunes, you'll thank me afterwards and most likely shower me in frankincense, myrrh, and gold, as well as rose petals fresh with the scent of Gwen Stefanis new perfume, because we all know how great THAT SHIT IS....hmm.


Koxo: "Step By Step"
Silver Pozzoli: "Around My Dream"
Paul Parker: "Right On Target"
Digital Emotion: "Get Up"
Hazell Dean: "Searchin' (I Gotta Find A Man)"
Aha: "Love Is Reason"
Fox The Fox: "Precious Little Diamond"
Nick Straker Band: "Straight Ahead"
Pineapples: "Come On Closer"
Gazuzu: "Go Go Gorilla

sick and tired of long hair and trendy colorful shirts

Who would have thought. It was Saturday night, a Saturday night that was to be more promising than most. For once in what had seemed to be years of boredom and let downs, I was excited and hopeful. This Saturday night I was expecting to witness the show of the year. A show that was expected to finally break the mold of this confusion in LA electro, post-rave bullshit, and re-establish itself with a name in Electronic music as something completely different and new. It was the Boys Noize and Simian Mobile Disco show, and I had been looking forward to this night for months.


I knew something wasn't right once we had arrived there. It was my roommate Nic, his best friend and my good friend Zandra, and a group of over-the-top Hollywood queens that Nic knew. As we got to the doors to the Echo Plex for this Check Yo' Ponytail event, to our astonishment there was a line longer and as disgusting as 4 dead Bluewhales lying one in front of the other, rotting away with seagulls and crabs picking at their eyes. It was only 11 or so, but Simian Mobile Disco was already playing, and was already halfway through their set. Not only that but the club hadn't even started letting any of the people in yet. Then again if it had been me at the door with the red velvet rope in hand I wouldn't have been letting anyone in either, except obviously for different reasons. The crowds of people hovering lifeless in line were the trashiest and most catastrophic clash of once hardcore scene kids (who decided to go to Urban Outfitters before the show and buy some colorful t-shirts and hats) , and nu-rave kids (except mostly homoerotic-glowstick-rave adults that had never been cool even 10 years ago when they had first launched out from the Electronica abyss). Not to mention the oddest groups of friends and mutants who seemed as though they had just tagged along with one of their friends who were a representative of one of the previously described groups.


By the time we did all manage to get ourselves into the club with just the small fee of TWENTY-TWO MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS (which to kids as penniless as me, and most likely anybody else who goes to these kinds of events is just absurd), we found the place to be only semi-packed. It was absolutely outrageous. Why would a club keep people waiting outside to see a live set that had already started and was about to finish when there was clearly enough room inside that club to fit the whole U.S. military and they're families comfortably, and then still think it to be a great idea to charge these young people with hardly any money as it is, FULL PRICE to see half of a show that they just waited more than an hour and a half in line to see.


With time pushing forward, and the line gradually getting smaller and smaller, we finally made our way inside. Still it just didn't feel right. Though I was listening to an incredible set by Kid Alex (Boys Noize), the mix of the people and the previous annoyance and outrage fueled by greed and lack of integrity on the clubs behalf, led me to become unhealthily cynical and full of doubt, which in turn made the music sound as soul-less as Kanye West's new album (FUCK YOU KANYE). Believe me peeps, I tried, in fact I danced most of the night and gulped down as many gin and tonics as i could possibly handle, but sadly to no effect. And to top it all off I didn't even bring my camera to record the event! which i had reminded myself beforehand so many times to take.


So the night was a huge disappointment. We should have just gone to the Blow Up LA after-party at 12 in downtown, which was only $5 - $10 and included simian mobile disco and a set that would go on until 5 in the morning, as well as $2 vodka drink specials.


Well There you have it, I guess all there is to be learned from this expierience is to never expect so much out of a club when you live in the Los Angeles area. It would be more worth while to keep to ones self at home with the full glory of free downloadable music at your fingertips, and ones own personal decks to mix with. Maybe in the future the electronic scene in LA will get better, but for right now, i'll go ahead and just leave it be at the merciless hands of LA's wasted, neon youth. GOOD DAY TO YOU.



(p.s. GOOD SONG, I failed to mention in that super long post about these two remixes I be diggin' right now, so download em' if ya like)



Kim: "Wet N' Wild" (Riot In Belgium remix)


Sneaky Sound System: "I Love It" (Riot In Belgium remix)

FUCK SUPERMAN

Finally! One of my favorite times of the month, The Cryptonites released another face-smashing mix. Who needs gravity when you've got this heavy mix to keep your feet plastered to the dance floor or any floor for that matter. Go ahead, download their free set, dress down to only your neon green speedo and go outside and dance in the middle of the street, the more ghetto the better. Blast dat shit muh-man!


Crytonites September Mix


Switch and Diplo are playing tonight at Check Yo Ponytail, and tomorrow is Simian Mobile Disco with Boys Noize A.K.A. Kid Alex. Sounds like I gots me some eventful post making ahead of me, I'll be back on Sunday with news, pictures and tunes.
Have a fantabulistic weekend!

OH SHIT.

(Adam Ant )

Alright then, let me first say hello and how d'ya do.

Me name is Daniel and this is the first of many posts I intend to write, so to share with you all, anyone who can be bothered, what I am listening to, what shows I am going to, and how awesome I am because of it.
Ok so I may not be that particularly awesome, and yes you may find some other persons blog, say Discodelicious for example, and say "wait a minute this girl is way more super duper cooler than that obnoxious dickhead's blog I was just looking at." And yes, you could be right. There is a lot of good music out there that you are all finding out about and promoting but you may find that I also have a couple gems in my bag of stage-rattling, house-shaking musical anthems that will hopefully be listened to and appreciated by those who come across this page.



To start off I would love to begin with a good ol' oldy from an album that I think is much under-appreciated brought to us by the band most of us know and love, Adam and the Ants. From their album Dirk Wheres White Sox, the song 'The Day I met God," to me is one of the first and best post-punk songs of our time, with brilliant time-changes and fast-paced disco beats, with odd but roaring rhythm and vocals that cannot be reckoned with, defiantly THA shit (emphasis on "THA").

Adam and the Ants: "The Day I Met God"