The Red Bull 3Style is quickly earning a reputation as the latest and greatest of DJ-showdown events. If you haven’t heard yet, The 3-Style is a showdown-style competition between 3 of the best and brightest DJs in the business, High Noon style and with precision, accuracy and style being among the most important qualities. Tonight’s 3Style took place in Phoenix, Arizona at the appropriately-named Venue, where four judges and a 1000-fan crowd scrutinized the technique and showmanship of every DJ up-close and without mercy. Hosting the event were DJ Emile, professor of DJing at ASU, and Jazzy Jeff of Fresh Prince fame. Needless to say, competition was fierce, and things heated up pretty quick.
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Event Sweatshop Coming To Coachella
When environmental education group Global Inheritance began their partnership with Coachella in 2004, the idea was a simple as having a bunch of artist apply paint to garbage cans in an effort to encourage recycling while helping to keep the concert grounds debris free. Seven years on, and GI’s efforts at the annual music festival have become some of the weekend’s most talked about activities. Whether it’s exchanging 10 empty water bottles for one full one, or peddling a bicycle to recharge your cell phone, Global Inheritance doesn’t just educate and amuse a few concert goers, it finds a way of making the event better for everyone, even if they never step foot out of the VIP area.
This year, Global Inheritance has come up with their most interactive concept yet. Building on the idea of human power, the group has put together the Sweatshop DJ initiative—a human powered DJ set-up that allows ambitious jocks to take to the decks in the desert, so long as they can bring enough friends to fuel the sound system via their own pedal power. It takes a lot of human movement to keep the juice flowing—12 friends in all, turning cranks, pedaling bikes and running on a gigantic hamster wheel. But the opportunity to rock even a passing crowd at Coachella is too great of an opportunity for amateur DJs to pass up.
“We want to inspire people to rethink the way we look at energy consumption,” explains Global Inheritance founder Eric Ritz, while declining to tell us what music he personally prefers. “It doesn’t matter,” he insists. “I support all shapes and sizes.”
Learn how to be a Sweatshop DJ at globalinheritance.org
Event Featured Gallery The Art of Bleeding at Club Circus
Art of Bleeding is a performance art troupe dedicated to warping its audience, one pseudo-medical extravaganza at a time. With former Cacophony Society leader Rev. Al Ridenour as its intrepid founder, AoB are notorious for their multi-media shows featuring a real ambulance, injured “patients” ensnared by medical equipment, fetish nurses ready to ambush attendees, traumatic video projections, and of course, puppets. I’ve been dying to witness this madness for myself ever since seeing the act described as a “paramedical funhouse”, and on Saturday, I finally got my wish. The Art of Bleeding crew took over one of the massive rooms at Circus Disco during this year’s first installment of Fetish Nation - a dance club night dedicated to electro-industrial music and some aspects of the BDSM scene.
Austin TX Event Carnivale Austin 2010
Ready….Set….Go! Austin we’re coming for ya!
Event An Exclusive Interview With The Beastie Boys’ Mix Master Mike at 3-Style
If you dabble in the DJ or remix trade at all, you’ve probably heard of Mix Master Mike – he’s one of those musicians who maintains a spiritual outlook on his craft but also a very down-to-earth personality, one that obviously attracted the Boys to him and paved the way for classics like Hello Nasty and To the Five Boroughs. I caught up with Mix Master Mike as he was waiting to take over the Red Bull 3-Style at the Playhouse in Hollywood, a DJ showdown between some of the country’s best and brightest aspiring Mix Masters like Morse Code and Cheapshot. Mike approaches the craft as someone with a creative and open mind — he’s kind of like Jackson Pollack splattering oils on an unfurled canvas that just seems to keep going. But there’s a method to his madness, and his outlook on life was inspirational. Regardless of how you feel about MMM, DJing, or The Beastie Boys, this should be an inspiring read for artists of all kinds who want to expand and explore their craft. And that to survive, practicing 100,000 hours isn’t always enough– it’s a never-ending process of exploration and expansion.
Event Gallery The Watson Twins vs. Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros : Folk (esque) Showdown!!
Sunday’s concluding Noise Pop festivities took place at the legendary Bimbo’s 365 cafe, a complete departure from the comparatively run-down areas of ‘Frisco we’d been checking out the bands at thus far. It was there that two completely different kinds of folk bands squared off against one another: first, the Joni Mitchell-esque Watson Twins, with their docile harmonies, tambourine taps and strummed acoustic guitars. Their rivals were headliners Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, more of a Mamas and The Papas-type of family band who drove the crowd nothing short of koo-koo, Dizzy Balloon-style except with a lot more of the unwashed masses. For those who have never been, Bimbo’s looks a lot like the Overlook Hotel from The Shining; its decadent, roaring 20′s interior boasts a grand ballroom, red velvet everything and a bar that eerily resembles the one Jack Nicholson heard voices at. So…come play with us, Danny!
Event Gallery Memory Tapes Want to Record Over You
The final act of Saturday’s Noise Pop Festival edition, Memory Tapes mustered enough interest and energy to bring out the irritable side of the crowd, even at close to 1 in the morning — and one that was the angriest we’ve seen so far at the festival. Which was great for a change, because there’s nothing worse then a bunch of half-asleep festival-goers and drugged-up hipsters nodding off to the latest in experimental music. And with the eccentricities behind “Swimming Field” and “Green Knight,” The Tapes showed that even some of the most peaceful and soothing music doesn’t make for much of a peaceful crowd.
Event Gallery The Soundtrack of Our Lives vs. Nico Vega
Night One of The Noise Pop Festival, cont’d: After jumping back into Glenn’s hatchback, we sped off to The Independent to catch the next act. It was packed. Rib-crushingly, lung collapsingly, I-Didn’t-Know-Armpits-Could-Smell-That-Badly packed. Which proved, in its own masochistic way, to be quite awesome, as tight and intimate quarters often force you to get to know your neighbor before you violate (maybe purposely) their personal space. Like most of The Soundtrack of Our Lives‘ shows, the audience tonight is of the fanatical, saber-rattling twentysomething sort, and chances are if you asked anyone, they’d have said they were indeed here for TSOOL (DUH). Dig a little deeper with others, and they’ll argue that Nico Vega completely owned the show and will soon be the toast of the California indie rock scene, or at least a band with a frontwoman who deserves every accolade hurled her way.
Event Gallery San Francisco’s Noise Pop Festival: Tempo No Tempo, and a Sea of Angry People!
Stumbling through the hotel room with a Scanners-worthy migraine the morning after the first night of Noise Pop coverage ( read: a result of the always dependable cocktail of cheap beer, white noise, amp feedback and angry indie youth), I think I can safely say that yesterday defined insanity, most famously described by Einstein as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” After jumping in the car with the photographer, we rushed off to Slim’s, only to learn that Tempo No Tempo would be going on a bit later than the club told us originally. The management were a barking, constipated sort who insisted that my badge was fake and refused to give us a last minute +1 or even a regular ticket for Glenn’s assistant. “We’re sold out!” the guy in the box office snapped, jabbing one of his sausage-fingers at the tiny sign beside an understandably bulletproof window.
Event Gallery BioShock 2′s Official Launch Party
The Bobby Darin song Somewhere Beyond the Sea paints a sweet lullaby for lovers, conjuring images of blue translucent shimmering reflections, slow dancing on white sand beaches and lazy afternoons staring at an endless horizon of clear water. That song and its predecessor, La Mer, have graced countless moments in entertainment history, but arguably none so sinister, none so glazed in irony then when it played underneath the chilling iron title graphics of 2k’s 2007 breakout game of the year Bioshock.













