Thursday, December 31, 2009

Two Thousand Nine

Funny.

Nowadays, people's digital lives seem to meet their yearly conclusion in the same format(s). The blogosphere is drowning in "Top X" lists (a fad that has claimed my attention as well), reflections, predictions, promises and random ramblings that somehow try to mark the transition to a new decade.

As I'm calmly sipping my tea in a backwards mountain village in rural Austria, I flick through A-Trak's fav sneakers, Pitchfork's top 100 of the decade and a handful of the abovementioned personal reflections and promises (e.g. random ramblings). Yes indeed, I feel compelled to add to this body of procrastinatory (if that's even a word) literature with my own views on last year or the coming ones, but I am unsure how.

I'll just try to merge the above categories, creating a smorgasbord (this is an actual word! try ordering a super supreme at any American pizzeria and you'll understand) of information that might or might not entertain you in the last hours of 2009 (or the first of 2010).

Like an extended essay, I feel like I should have started writing this thingy a while ago - how can one succinctly summarize a decade with only a few hours to spare before the next one hits? On the other hand, the proximity of the deadline calls for a certain amount of inspiration and creativity (not necessarily in that order) for the project to succeed in any way... Just like an extended essay :) Because I want to spare you the pains of having to read thousands of nice words and woolly explanations disguising badly planned argumentation, this massive reflection won't be as massive as the term massive usually suggests. Here goes.

Introduction is ovah! Time for the reflection, the promises, the predictions and the favorites of the 00's.

THE TWO THOUSANDS
(really, what the fuck are we going to call them in ten years?)

For me, the 00's were an era of transitions. Transitions in space (I moved 3 times), transitions in time (it's hard to believe, but I grew older), transitions in style, and transitions in life. I hardly remember what kept me busy a full ten years ago, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with computers, books and a crapload of other paraphernalia we used to call 'geeky'.

Here's my most important memory from those days, one that completely changed my life.



Yeah, I was one of those swept up in the madness that followed the release of this video. This video, and this video alone, got me into music and dance the way I experience it now. Though we've come a long way since the Bomfunk MC's, they marked the starting point of my epic journey through hip-hop, b-boying and electronic music.

Pretty soon after I started breaking down my parents' living room I discovered the internet. I bet you can all remember that shit 10 years ago - most of us didn't even have it, and those that did either had crappy dial-up or 'super high-tech ISDN'. This was back in the dark ages of Compuserve and MSN 2.0, a time before Facebook, before Hyves, even before CU2.nl (if you even remember that!).

The internet taught me (im)proper English, a great deal of b-boying (even though I wouldn't fully understand it until after my stay in Brussels), and it gave me an opportunity to virtually travel the world. I embarked on a massive cyberjourney and, truth be told, I'm still sailing. The cool part is that there is no final destination to this exploration, even though I have to admit the internet was a lot more 'adventurous' a couple of years ago.

You guys remember when Newgrounds just came online? Or the birth of 4chan? Or when you spazzed out over your friends opening your cd drive with a hacking app you could download anywhere? When we were still searching with Altavista instead of google? When every geocities webpage was the shit? When you discovered that you could play Super Nintendo games on your computer with the right emulator?

Maybe you don't, maybe you do, but I was a huge nerd and I loved every part of it. Who needs a social life if you can infiltrate the fucking Yankees base with your double-pistol wielding Tanya (DA!), who cares about playing outside if you can record your voice and speed it up 40 times so you sound like a chipmunk, who cares about baking fucking cupcakes if you can read comics online. It's a shame we lost that childlike sense of wonder over the past decade, because the internet was and still is absolutely amazing. I lost it too, because I eventually became way more intrigued with the instant physical effects of alcohol and the ensuing social interactions. Which can also be, by any standards, pretty amazing - or interesting, at the least.

Anyway, here we get to the early 00's, say 2000-2003 - the years that The Offspring was the norm on the cool-o-meter, when nu-metal died out and grunge had a little revival (all those Nirvana-shirt wearing skatepunks...), when Dutch trance was at its gayest and when we collectively stopped watching Pokemon and Dragonball Z. I kind of surfed through these shallow waves on my not-so-bboy-yet board, trying to make sense of what it meant to 'belong'.

When we were 13, life seemed so damn hard, probably because it was so damn digital. You were cool or you were absolutely lame, a fact for which you deserved to be bullied. You listened to skatepunk or you listened to hip-hop, but in any case, you had to listen to the Peppers. You dressed preppy or you dressed like a bum. With Jackass coming to our screens, a new era of retardation took over high school fashion and cool-kid behavior. Here and there someone picked up a guitar, a skateboard or a soccer-ball - all that mattered in this stage of life was staying as far away from a classroom as your schedule permitted, and investing as much time as you could in what would become your defining hobbies.

I saw my friends become musicians, artists, skaters and scholars. We have landed somewhere in the time that The Return of the King was released, and all the girls in your classroom had a poster of Viggo Mortensen and/or a whiny Elijah Wood next to their pony pictures and Hitzone CD's. Uh-huh, with those lesbian TATU chicks, that horrible 'Year 3000' shit and 50 cent's entry on the scene. Can't believe it's already 7 years ago that we went 'In Da Club' and straight out again, but somehow he still makes a lot of money. Next time someone shoots him, fucking aim. Oh yeah, Avril Lavigne's sk8rboi kind of wrapped up the whole skatepunk fad and completely stamped it uncool again. Didn't really matter that she was hot, real skatepunks just did not want to be affiliated with 12 year old girls trying to be badass by wearing safety pins instead of earrings.

I slowly and reluctantly followed my new Belgian friends into mayhem, dropping my pants to acceptable levels and ditching midday classes to buy sandwiches and waffles in the village. We got into basketball, snowboarding, and for some reason we started reading hardcore fantasy - in English. Enter 2004-2005, the years of the Shapeshifters, Bush's re-election, Spongebob, 'the first beers', the heartbreaks and first kisses, N.E.R.D. and Dragosta Din Tei. When b-boying turned into a culture I was part of rather than a hobby, when I first passed out in the middle of a street in The Hague puking my brains out, when I took a midnight swim in a pond in Brussels, and when I first went to Lowlands.

Yeah, eventually you got bored of that skateboard and watching reruns of Friends, so you started causing serious trouble with your older friends. The first ciggy, the first handle of vodka, and the first concerts. The end of the first half of the first decade of the first century of the third millenium A.D. was drenched in the type of drama only 15 year old kids can think of, in (my) daily life as well as (inter)national politics. Nevertheless, I had a badass time travelling overseas to visit my American brother from another mother and meeting some of my future best friends.

In all these years I acquired a certain taste for eclectic music, a direct result from the influence of my decidedly 'rocky' Belgian friends and my love for b-boying and hip-hop culture. The bands that marked my mid-2000's included Soulive, Looptroop, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jurassic 5. All this during the era of Lange Frans & Baas B, De Jeugd van Tegenwoordig, Daddy Yankee and Schnappi Das Kleine Krokodil. No - in terms of legit, groovy pop culture the 2000's were bleak times, with the exception of possibly De Jeugd.

Fate took me from the relative safety of my villa in Brussels to that desolate shithole I came to love so much... Dizzy Den Helder. Oh yes, some of my fondest memories of the past 10 years were in the lamest of places - the Den Helder town square. By this time, Warcraft 3 was gathering dust in a box while I raided the local bike shop for cardboard so we could go Style Wars all the way. With my new partners in crime, I founded the Den Helder b-boying scene and I started hanging out at a small bar in one of the dodgier areas of town: the Bliksem. 2006 it was! Basshunter, Gnarls Barkley, Juanes and Fedde le Grand. Doesn't seem that long ago, does it? Oh man, the golden days of Bittorrent. My music and movie collection exploded, and I frequently visited Amsterdam for gigs and, well, Amsterdam. This was before Fall Out Boy hit the European scene... I remember the 4th of February '06, walking through rainy Amsterdam to check out FOB in the Melkweg. And Atmosphere was playing in the room next door - FML, in hindsight.

Time fucking flew by, and I floated away from mainstream culture bit by bit. Heck, by now I have to look up hitlists of the following years to even remember what was playing back then. I stopped watching TV, I stopped listening to the radio, I basically disconnected from whatever was going on in the world. I wish I could come with more savvy references to the highlights of 2006-7, but it was kinda boring/terrible as far as world news went. Milosevic died in The Hague before ever finishin his trial, a kid got killed in Brussels Central Station for his iPod by two other kids, Zidane headbutted Matterazzi in a historical final World Cup match (one of my favorite moments of the decade, I have to say) and the cinemas were dominated by Borat, V for Vendetta, that gay cowboy movie and Zwartboek.

Woah - 2006 went by already?! Fuck me, I'm graduating from high school. By this time, I find myself hanging out with a stable group of insane people from Den Helder and a few from Belgium, I arranged for some marines (courtesy of daddy, hehe) to kidnap my teachers for our senior year prank, I hosted intense parties in my attic and garden and I traveled to Italy and France for those inevitable senior year getaways. Finals came and went, and I was accepted into the venerable institution of University College Utrecht, another major transition.

Nothing much happened in the world in '07. Geert Fucking Wilders entered the spotlight, my addiction to Coheed & Cambria and the Mars Volta reached new epic heights, I went to New Orleans to help rebuild after Katrina and Rihanna released Umbrella. Ella. Ella. Ey.

As my last high school summer oozed by, I was sucked into the drunken vortex of college life. Those introduction days are awesome and memorable in their own vague, drunken way. You can't really call something you can't remember memorable, yet Introweek '07 definitely still stands as one of the most epic weeks of debauchery the decade has seen. These were the days that jumpstyle fell out of fashion (but Jekyll and Hyde still released new tracks), Di-Rect still sadly tried to make a dent in the Dutch pop market, and 300 and Superbad were released. Yeah, 2007 was all sex, drugs and rock & roll - with doner kebab at 4 AM, obviously.

My turntables were discovered by a frat member and before I knew it I was DJ'ing on campus, a pastime that would eventually take over a large part of my life. I joined frats (plural, ahuh), committees, initiatives, seminars, crews and parties and for the first time in my short life, I honestly fell in love. 2007 was by far the best, awesomest, most gnarly and tubular year of the decade, even with Umbrella-ella-ey.

2008 marked the decline of all the awesomeness that had been building up over the past years, and finally culminated in a disastrous summer. Wish that it were just personal grief, but no, the whole world had to suffer: Peter R de vries brought his Joran drama to international TV, a man called Fritzl is revealed to have abused his daughter for 24 years in a dank cellar in Austria, Spain winning the European Championship, the credit crunch in October, and Katy Perry releasing I Kissed A Girl. Terrible, terrible things in 2008 - with one notable exception, an ironic point of light in an otherwise completely failed year: The Dark Knight. This movie might stand as one of the greatest cinematic achievements of the 21st century, who knows - at least Heath Ledgers' iconic role as the Joker certainly will, may he rest in peace.

Time went by far too slowly for my taste, but I couldn't speed it up. Another barrier was broken when Obama won the '08 presidential elections and America spent a few weeks in complete political upheaval. A black president, wow. As of yet, the man still has a lot to prove, but like Robin Williams said in his last show: "America was on this drug called 'fuck it' for the past 8 years, and we're just getting out of that trip" - he implied, correctly in my opinion, that we should all mellow the fuck out a bit before forcing each other to make some dumb decisions again. As the world economy crumbles, the year soberly fades into the next... And we have landed in 2009.

Ok, I don't want to do 2009 in words anymore. My experiences in America have been sufficiently blogged about, and my other adventures are far too numerous to describe in detail. I would share them all if I could, but this post is getting too long as it is. Therefore, I will satisfy your tired eyes with a bunch of pictures of 2009 - the good, the bad, and the ugly, but still my favorite moments of the year.
























































Sometimes, pictures tell more of the story than words possibly could.

To all the sweet people and ninja's I've met the past ten years: I wish you a crazy next decade filled with excitement, adventure and possibly a glass of alcohol or two. I hope to be part of it as much as I have been in the previous years, because it was quite a fucking ride.

Here's to the Stray Cats, Decimus, the Four Musketeers, the Bliksem gang and all the other notable figures that shaped the Two Thousands. Happy New Year, let's make it wild.

... If you're about 20 years old and have lived in the Benelux for the past decade, your life might have taken some similar turns, or you might recognize some of the references. Then again, you might not at all, but I hope to have taken the reader on somewhat of a memory train through the 00's - be it an extremely biased one, a memory train nonetheless :) If you made it this far, I can only thank you for your attention, and please leave a comment. Thanks!


Coen

Saturday, December 26, 2009

5446

So he-ere we are.

It's been weeks, way too many weeks. I love writing, but I love drinking too, and though these two aren't mutually exclusive I tend to let the latter somewhat impede the first.

So here we are.

4 fucking months later I finally got a taste of Europe again. After a week of indecent lunacy in Mormonland (better known as Utah) I continue my tour of disaster in my favorite laidback medieval skiing paradise of Ramsau am Dachstein. It thawed, it rained, it snowed... And it already stinks of a squad of gelled up, silvery glitter-shoewearing, bi-curious, mentally challenged and extremely untactful locals terrorizing the main 'club' in town.

I've been cruising through this winter wonderland for a steady 8 years now. Every Christmas, every New-Years Eve in the past decade has been coated in expensive champagne (courtesy of our awesome neighbours from The Hague who happen to own a little house here, booya!), stuffed chicken, a lot of snow, quality beer, refreshing sauna's and a glimpse of one or two local hotties.

Not yesterday. Indeed, I'm still recovering - from the hangover and the trauma.

The Tenne. Christmas Evening. Christ would turn in his metaphorical grave if he had witnessed the party hosted in his name on this sad, sad evening. The practice of 'manning the fuck up' does not apply to the horrors we have witnessed. Then again, it came nowhere close to the Dirty Dancing competition I happened to be audience to in Utah (of all fucking places), but at least those people were having a good time.

Okay - for the sake of proper description, understatement and coming to my point: let us compare. Yesterday night was like a failed party in the Odeklonje, but with the crowd of 't Hof van Holland. It was like the Hooizolder in rural Zeeland, minus the awesomeness. It was like 'Het Foute Feest', but with a DJ that actually ate shit instead of pretending to. It was a massive congregation of local dipshits macking on 5 euro cougars and grabbing ass in the toilets.

Still, we had to go. We had to witness 'how they do it up in here'. The quality cheep bear kind of helped to mitigate the horror induced by the DJ singing every song a few seconds before fading- sorry, hard-cutting- sorry, slamming it in, including Sexy Bitch. Kind of.

I wish we had taken pictures, but it would not have done justice to the epic skankiness of Schladming Friday Nights. So what does the title of this post have to do with our nightly Austrian excursion? Well... After reluctantly scraping off the beer-goggles, I managed to claw open my laptop and let Toots and the Maytals soothe my pains, while Sexy Bitch still wreaked havoc in the back of my head.

Time to hit the fresh pow.

Friday, December 4, 2009

The Year In Music

Okay, okay - the year isn't over yet, I know, but I find it unlikely that I will discover anything in the coming few weeks that will make me reconsider the following list.

While procrastinating for finals, essays, going back home and what not I ended up on Pitchfork and a bunch of other hyped up headquarters of music fascism, and they all had these top x lists: best/worst covers, greatest artists of 2009, epic comebacks, worst hairdo's, you name it - there's a list.

So, for personal archiving purposes and for your enjoyment: the 10 tracks that shaped 2009 for me: the good times, the great times, the greatest times, and the very drunk times. Enjoy.


10. K-OS - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1

You know, when you really like this artist, and they get all cocky about their stuff? And then you get scared about the crap they might release next? And then, they were actually living up to their own hype?

9. Gui Boratto - Beautiful Life

A 6 hour ride to the indoor snowboarding hall with SPIN, an early summer afternoon DJ-set at a wakeboarding weekend, a sweaty introduction party in a tiny bar in the heart of Utrecht, late night UCDJ lounging in summer term...

8. Paul Kalkbrenner - Sky and Sand

At the UCDJ lounge in the above-mentioned summerterm, a lot of stuff happened, but playing Sky and Sand was by far the most memorable. About five times. And nobody complained.
My best memory is when everybody left, I had to clean up the crime scene. First, I played myself Sky and Sand one more time, and I dropped down in one of the couches we set up on the UCU quad to finish my bottle of vodka. I watched the moon and, well, I watched the moon.

7. Digitalism - Idealistic

You ask anybody that has been to a party I had to play at, and they will draw a long face and tell you the same thing: "He played that Digitalism track... Again." Fuck it, can you blame anybody for playing this track more than once? Not at the same show, of course, but still.

Maybe even at the same show. Fuck it.

6. Shinichi Osawa - Star Guitar

Oh wow.

Supersonic orgasm.

5. The Lonely Island feat. T-Pain - I'm on a Boat

Comedy gold. This song represents most of 2009, party-wise - even though there was not a single boat involved. If you haven't seen this, or heard of this song at any time this year, you have probably not really bean alive for most of the time. Get out. Click the link. Nautical themed pashmina afghans.

4. Nathan Fake - The Sky Was Pink (James Holden Remix)

A perfect wave crashing on Spanish beaches lit by a crescent moon, a midnight bonfire illuminating the giant pan of punch, a bunch of beach chairs in front of an ancient VW-van half an hour before sunrise...

Stolen kisses, lingering regrets, vivid memories and vague visions - hardly remembering and high expectations. Delusions of grandeur.

A kiloton of bass and a landslide of filthy, rugged awesomeness. This song is the balls, the backbone, and the techno-viking glare of God. Heart-broken.

3. Caravan Palace - Je M'Amuse

I honestly don't think this song was humanly produced. It must have fallen out of the sky when an intergalactic funkateer flew over Earth and accidentally opened the wrong trash hatch, unleashing his stash of super-deluxe electro swing he was going to deliver to the king of Mars.
They damn sure know how to get down on Mars. From the catchy, Muppetesque vocal hook to the monstrous electro crunch swinging in the second verse - everything that makes a song badass, and then some.

2. Phonat - Learn To Recycle

Phonat took a long look at contemporary electronic music, closed in on it, and BITCHSLAPPED THAT FUCKER IN THE FACE. No holding back. Besides the catchiness, this 'bohemian rhapsody of the acid generation' (as critics like to call it) just makes it fun to listen to electronic music again. This tune does more than make you feel good, it's like adderall for your soul. +2 to all stats, a Jedi mind trick reminding you of what creativity means and enough originality to blow away almost everything the current electronical spectrum has to offer. Pay special attention to Phonat's riffage, adding an important layer of awesomeness to his already amazing cut-up electro-drumnbass-madness... Fuck it, there's no use describing this track. Just listen.

1. 65daysofstatic - Radio Protector

I thought I had sufficiently dusted off this track well over a year ago, but it only hit me harder in 2009. In times when the shit hit the fan, these 5 minutes of absolute aural bliss are like a hot shower after long, hard and dirty days - reminding you not only what it feels like to see light at the end of the tunnel, but also bursting out of the tunnel at the speed of light to bask in its warm and fulfilling glory. Too bad it only lasts 5 minutes, because as soon as you snap out of the 65-high it hits you like a ton of bricks, and you have to press play again. It's songs like these that the repeat button was invented for in the first place.


That about sums it up - I'm trying very hard to think of tracks I have possibly forgotten, but none of the tracks that jump to mind had the same kind of impact on me the above did. Bands as a whole did (Sublime, Explosions in the Sky), even some albums (Yndi Halda), but they did not surpass the awesomeness of the above 10 songs. Ok, one honorable mention:

Thrice - Talking Through Glass


This track falls in a different category... It's Thrice at its best, with a crazy riff, an epic chorus and a breakneck pace that makes me want to destroy shit, oh yeah. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Get on my new board and fucking start some mayhem. The rage contained in this song speaks volumes to me, but I think I listened to it a few times too much here in California - and I wasn't happy when they canceled their San Diego show last Friday.

I blame it on the fact that my iPod recently died, Thrice's new album deserves a lot of attention - which I didn't give it, except for this one banger.


So, that about sums up my year in 10 (11) tracks. My DJ'ing year looked a lot different, especially since I haven't played since I left for California. I've been building my library, so I hope to do some serious damage in the UCU bar in February :)

One final exam to go, and I'll be back home before you know it. Damn...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

A Poor Man's Memory

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.


It's been too long. :)

Sorry guys, I literally lost myself in California. I was riding the waves of Dudeism down to Seal Beach, I did Vegas, I slacked my way through countless lectures - and I finally, finally, finally went over to the dark side.

The result (or cause, whichever way you view it) of those last words is sitting on my lap, gleaming and purring and spewing forth my favorite music. It is, indeed, my very own MacBook Pro. This, together with the new Wheel of Time, Ninja Neishon, some gymnastics (and injuries) caused me to be off the radar for a while. Man, I had an amazing month. Absolutely amazing.

The downside is that I'm completely drained. I faced myself in a mirror the other day and I think I even lost weight, if that's possible. Indeed, I cleansed myself of all my ambition and motivation to 'go forth and achieve' and had an utterly relaxing month, full of simple joys and hearty laughs. The stress was locked away somewhere down there, I bet, and it started nibbling away those mighty Californian walls of peace and happiness.

I now find myself alone in I-House with only deadlines ahead of me. I feel like a sailor having survived the eye of the storm, only to come out to some massive deadly waves afterwards. The waves I can handle - it's the sudden minefield that bothers me more. Yup, looming there between massive finals, plays and essays are things I dread far more than academic deadlines. One of them is called the Future, and in the current circumstances it hit me like a torpedo.

The Future politely knocked on my cabin door while I was dozing off again - dreaming of palm trees and snowboarding and such. Since we go waaay waaay back, I told it to let me chill, because I was in California. Without further questions, the Future knocked down the door and yanked me by the hair, asking me what the fuck happened to all my sweet plans and promises.

It's clear: we need relationship therapy. I'm a terrible long term planner, apparently. A day ago, I received an e-mail from my tutor about my thesis. She was correct in her review of my latest efforts to organize it, and she pointed out I had until November 30th to figure it out.

I knew this, I knew all of this. I knowingly pushed it away. And now I'm writing about it instead of actually writing it. Motivation, show yourself!



Yup. WTF!

As you might have noticed, all these pictures were taken at night. Yeah, I just checked my photo library and really, I hardly bring out my camera during the day. Hmm, 2 weeks left to make up for that.

Wait WHAT - 2 weeks? Well, in exactly 2 weeks I'll be surrounded by 30 goofballs in a bus towards Utah to hit some powder, but yes, my time in California is very rapidly coming to an end. I long to see my crazy peoples back home, but I loathe the thought of leaving all this awesomeness behind. My grief over this inevitable goodbye would be (at LEAST) cut in half if In-N-Out burgers started a franchise in Utrecht. And Den Helder. Hear my prayers, oh In-N-Out people. Please.

Well, the time has cometh for me two write this thesis application. I think I finally thought of a topic yesterday night, so no sweat. Or, as the leader of a great local religion put it: "Fuck it man. Just... Fuck it."

I'm going to get to work. If you want to know what I've truly been up to the last month, you should ask someone else, because I hardly remember. All that Ninja'ing takes a toll on the brain.

Until next time :)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Better, Faster, Stronger, HARD



BOOM!

Now this is a Halloween worth remembering, worth recording, even worth blogging about.
I'll try to cover as many details as I can - it's been a few days already...

We set out Friday, October 30th with Mr. Travis Bass. Below, a picture of Mr. Travis Bass.


Apart from Travis's passion for A Whole New World, acoustic versions of popular rap songs about sex, a fetish for green shoes and a bottomless stomach (as far as cupcakes are concerned) this dude deserves an honorable mention in this post because:

A. It was his birthday
B. He let us crash at his place for a full weekend
C. He's a fucking ninja

Thanks for the cupcakes, champagne, delicious dinner and late breakfasts!

Anyway, Friday was mainly celebrating abovementioned figure's b-day. We munched ourselves into a well-deserved food coma and went to a record store. We continued to Seal Beach, where we disobeyed the law with a passion.

Back home, we watched Paranormal Activity. If you haven't seen it yet, don't worry - it's just like a remake of the Blair Witch Project, but then set in a house... Yawn :)

We woke up around 3.. or was it 4.. PM on Saturday - just in time to suit up and get our asses to the shrine.

We arrived, and ran into some minor trouble at the entrance: the line.


It was MASSIVE. We received a few program booklets, and were pleasantly surprised to see Deadmau5 added to the line-up as a surprise DJ! But would it be worth the wait?

Well, to cut straight to the anti-climax: we got in pretty fast. So fast, that we still managed to see most of Buraka Som Sistema's awe-inspiring set. The 'traditional Portuguese' electronic bootyshaking madhouse turned LA upside down for 50 minutes. One drop two drop three drop four, the sound of Kuduro knocking at yo' door!

We switched a bit between Buraka and Shinichi Osawa - Steve Aoki's Japanese pal, another electro mastermind. Now, as far as the music of the night was concerned, I had absolutely no complaints. Major Lazer? Epic. Basement Jaxx? Insane. Justice? Jawdropping. 2manydjs? "And then I jizzed, in my..."

No - what is way more fun to write about is the audience. I mean, you read those concert reviews here and there (that song was great, that transition sucked, 'they were on cue', 'too bad the bassist was so drunk', etc.) but unless it was a truly legendary evening, one of those shows that will guarantee a loyal YouTube following for years after, you don't really care. Especially in my case: in fact, I'm just making y'all jealous :)

So, back to the matter at hand: skanky bitches.


They were everywhere. On the dancefloor, on stage, on the stairs, on the bar, on the ground, briefly in the air, on each other, in the first aid booth... Skank United came to play and they brought their whole fanclub.

Because there was no alcohol served at the event, there were a few thousand girls from 14 onwards rolling like a bowlingball down the Rockies. "Hey, are you Ian? I SAID, ARE YOU EE-ING?"

You'd only have to walk a few metres before running into another dude flashing his ravegloves to some doped up chick or dude to provide some visual orgasm of sorts.

They were sweaty and seemingly exhausted - but clearly enjoying themselves. I have never seen so many people in one place on pills, damn.

We weren't really dressed up. We just put our uniforms on. The Ninja Neishon invaded Haunted Mansion, and showed no fucking mercy.


After some 6 hours of dancing, messing with people's highs, drinking Gatorade and watching too many wiggly butts for a lifetime (I'd thought there was no limit, but I damn well found it) we decided that it was time to move out. Ninja Style, of course. Big cloud of smoke and shit. Lotta shurikens and blood. Didn't take pictures because we were too damn fast.

That about sums it up. Oh wait - we came back to Travis's place, had the first cold beers of the evening, and watched an old dvd of Mr. Bass performing the Pink Panther with his High School Drama Club. Though he is a fine actor, we passed out very quickly.

To finish, some pictures of the madness that was HARD.


If every coming party here is only half as amazing as Hard, I'll be having more fun than I could've dreamed of before coming to California. And I dreamt a fucking shitload. And then I annoyed all my friends with them. Go figure.

Thanks to all who came along, I'm ready for the next one.

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Now playing: Funeral For A Friend - Storytelling
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

We Watch The Sun Freeze




... And we're back.

Dearest readers, again, I have broken my vow. Regular updates just don't seem to fit in my binge- sorry, schedule.

Before I start another rant about Californian politics, fastfood, healthcare, comedy, consumerism, alcohol, beaches, immigrants, bboys, medicinal weed, bums, xtc, skateboards and unwanted buttsex, I'll explain the images above.

The top image shows the sickest Halloween party ever in LA. On stage: Major Lazer.

The middle image shows our old friend JR doing something with a streetlight.

The bottom one is yours truly. Attempt at dodgeball.

So whats been goin' on in SoCal? Besides the regular yadi-yadi, I've had some really memorable moments in the past two weeks. This one day, I read a book, took a shower, and, beware - I made homework.

Oh yes indeed: midterms. They hit me like a ton of bricks, and then some. I vaguely recall a weekend of hard partying after my last blog post, after that there is just a huge blur of books and essays - with the occasional random dodgeball game.

I'm sure I haven't been the only one overly exposed to this strange phenomenon we call studying, but worst came to worst, and I was forced to pull my first all-nighters. Buhu.

Of course, even with the hardcore studying, San Diego is a far cry from what one might consider boring. In between deadlines I had a fantastic dinner with JR at Outback Steakhouse, where we ate enough food to sustain a third-world country for a day or two. Then, I celebrated my studifinanciering with my new lover:

She's such a beauty.

I also made a little video, which most of you have already seen, I think. I'll put it here anyway.





I'm planning on making more videos, I'm currently in the process of collecting footage :)

Other than getting to know my longboard, indulging in steakhouses and editing video footage, I changed my flight home... The downside is that I won't see most of my Utrecht/Den Helder buddies until January.

Of course I wouldn't change my flight without a good reason, so here it comes: I'm going snowboarding in UTAH for a week with the SD Board Club, just because. Fuck yeah!

I'm running out of juice... It's 3.30 AM, we just watched Leon, and I'm dead tired. I'll post the HARD Halloween report (including crazy pictures and possibly some footage) tomorrow - promise. Really. Honestly.

Egh. My writing is getting bad. I think my brain is slowly getting accustomed to the American intellectual climate. Just as bland as the food they serve :)

No but seriously, I met some super smart people here.

They play fascinating games. I don't know whether I could explain it, but late night Long Beach time-machine thumb wrestling would be the best description.

Monsieur Milton OUT.


PS.

Jean: va te faire foutre

salope

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