Our Love Will Destroy the World is Campbell Kneale (who used to perform under the name Birchville Cat Motel). He played in a bus like two weeks ago. It was parked on San Bruno Avenue off of 15th St. underneath the highway. I like how at the beginning of this video all you can hear is the highway, but it could have conceivably been part of his set.
It was a good show. I listened to some old punk dudes talk about how all they listen to now is trance, and there was a guy that showed up with a bunch of beer for everyone.
Tormenta Tropical is probably one of my favorite dance night in San Francisco. Each show is always a bit of a surprise with the rotating guests projecting different types of party vibes, always fun no matter what.
For those that need to get amped up check this mix at Trash Menagerie, which covers a lot of different territory.
I haven’t seen Ghosts on Tape live yet, but this youtube clip is promising:
Who hasn’t had the experience while on psychedelic drugs where time feels like yet another variable in the flow of sensory perception? We can measure lengths of time, but it is impossible to measure the rate at which we experience time. The mind plays tricks on itself, and sometimes we lose track of time, and at other times it seems like it nearly grinds to a halt. Musicians always have to work carefully with time. A DJ’s craft is frequently determined by a genre’s rigid bpm. Really, pacing is everything. Punk rock would have been nothing if not for its frantic speed, and similarly reggae was so successful at capturing the world’s imagination thanks to its laid back pace. And DJ Screw’s genius was to slow down music to bring out new nuances in his source material.
There is probably some existential ethic in all of this somehow. This Lil B track strikes me as the menacing threat of the consequences of completely losing control of time:
You can contrast this with Moritz von Oswald’s work ethic. He has stated in interviews that he insists on working at a relaxed pace, and resisting the temptation to rush his production. Waiting too long to get anything done is like being stuck in limbo, but working at a constantly frantic pace can be hell. A well maintained machine (a clock, for instance) must operate at a consistent rate: not too fast, not too slow. In the end, good timing probably counts for everything.
