Before the festival, there were the parties. And while there are great party towns, few can match Detroit’s. So when the official Paxahau “I’m on the Boat” party, held Sunday night, was announced shortly before the festival, it quickly became the “buzz” afterparty of the weekend.
Kenneth Thomas is one of the most successful DJs coming out of Detroit. He’s had a number one record on Beatport, has won Detroit DJ of the Year in the alternative weekly annual polls and is finishing an eagerly awaited artist album for Perfecto Records. But the only place you’ll find him in at Movement is in the audience. Because Kenneth Thomas doesn’t play techno. Or house. He plays progressive house and trance. And those are fighting words to the Detroit hardcore techno scene.
If techno were a comic book, Ryan Elliott would be one of its superheroes. For the past ten years, he takes his daily run and heads to his day job in the finance department of Ford Motors. But once the sun comes down, he becomes one of America’s most popular young DJs, flying across the Atlantic or the heartland twice a month, to do what he loves.
After a high-energy, house-fueled two-hour set at the Red Bull Music Academy Stage at Movement on Saturday, Ryan [who, in the interest of disclosure, is also a friend] gave us the lowdown on what it’s really like to be a man with a double life. We began with one simple question: Since he’s no stranger to a good time and has become Luftansa’s new best friend, how the hell has he held onto his job with one of the big three?
Every year Jesse James has a birthday, just like you and me. Except he gets to be married to Sandra Bullock and party like a rock star with the likes of the good Reverend Horton Heat and some of the sickest toys you can create. Lucky Bastard. Check out the birthday event below with about 1,000 Rockabilly Cats and Kittens through the door and classic Rat Rods out the ying-yang!
Photos by Dustin Downing
I’m not for positive if your familiar with it, but on this 3rd rock from the Sun exists a form of musical expression simply termed, the Blues. It’s a genre based on 8,9,12, and sometimes 16-bar blues chord progressions made up of the blue notes. These are played or sung at slightly lower pitch and often incorporate a call-and-response lyrical form to convey a sense of sadness or melancholy.
Now, I for sure haven’t the slightest idea of what any of that shit I just wikigiarized means, but I know I loves me some blues music. And in Austin, Antone’s is the place to be when you’re a “Booze Crazy Man” and you wanna “Dance With Your Black Drawers Off” with a “Big Legged Sally”.
The Maschinenmensch was created in 1927 by Walter Schultze-Mittendorff for Frit Lang’s Metropolis, a film which examines the social crisis between workers and owners in capitalism obsessed futuristic urban dystopia. The Afropunkfunkmensch was created circa 1985 by The GODS for Janelle Monae’s upcoming Metropolis, alternately a debut album which desires, “…to free people through underground music, to free themselves creatively and inspirationally”.
LMFAO played a pool party and ChinaShop was there to capture the moment. It might not be Miami bitches…but it’ll do son. It’ll do!
Red Foo and Sky Blu from LMFAO are laughing all the way to the bank. Their hit song I’m in Miami Bitch has boosted them to party rock stardom! They dropped into the ChinaShop compound and talked with resident Chris Gore about living life out loud.
Video after the jump.
Interview by Chris Gore, shot by Zoetica Ebb, photo gallery by Dustin Downing
Jack Paradise would like you to know that 2009 will birth the third coming of the “Summer of Love” and he personally would like to wish you “Happy Hunting”.
I can’t tell you with any certainty just what in the hell he his talking about at this moment, as I’m a tad busy getting my ass kicked at Connect-Four by Red Dog Consuela. Not to mention that it is bat shit loud in here and he could’ve said something else. You see, I happen to be at a press junket with three quarters of Late of the Pier.
I’m flayed out on a chartreuse vinyl couch in the lavish “green room” @ Mohawk being sized up by what appears to be a stuffed mounted grizzly bear bust on the wall above me. I don’t want to imply that there’s any question of his/her stuffedness, but I just want to provide full disclosure that I’m not a professionally trained zoologist, so please forgive if you show up and its a wombat. Woodsy seems the be a prevailing theme at this bar.
