“Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.”
Friday TRUTH from r/quotesporn
“The Ward is reported by the police to be as orderly as any in the city.
The German is peculiar. Unlike his Irish and Yankee cousins, he does not make a great noise and hurrah over his cups, and wind up with a street brawl. He gathers unto himself a few kindred spirits, and together they wend their way to the Trink-Halle, where, in a little back room, with closed doors and drawn curtains, they guzzle beer together till none of them can see. In the morning they come out with queer-looking eyes, but there has been no disturbance in the place.
Said a clergyman to your reporter, “I came into the ward expecting to find nothing but filth and vice. But I could take you into hundreds of homes where you would find ease and comfort and even culture.”
346 Saloons, 19 Churches, 5 industrial schools & 1 hospital. The Lower East Side is more drunken & rowdy than it was in 1885? Now that’s a surprise 😀
“In the morning they come out with queer-looking eyes…”
The above map represents one ward of New York City – the Eleventh.
The saloons as put upon this map were ascertained by the reporter of the Christian Union by actual count.
The saloons are largely beer saloons: for the base of the population is German, and a large intermingling of German sounds, German signs, German wares, and German smells generally, prevail.
Pretty much all the available space, after enough room has been taken out for houses and grown people and huckster’s stands, is filled by stout, chubby, healthy-looking children – with here and there a punier waif – of all ages and sizes, mostly young and small, and of all degrees of cleanliness, from comparatively clean to superlatively dirty.
The Ward is reported by the police to be as orderly as any in the city.
The German is peculiar. Unlike…
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I’m really glad that we’re in the post-Skrillex era. There’s so much amazing music and scores of bedroom producers that are starting to produce some gorgeous stuff. We’ve finally started incorporating the ideas without the massive. Bringing elements of UK Garage, Breakbeat, Chill and the eternally reviled genre of Trap, the song crystallizes about 52 seconds in, and pulls into this wonderful melancholy. There’s this raw feeling here, an honesty that is communicated not only in the desperation of the vocal work but the tonality and the chords chosen for the harmonies.
There’s a massive breakdown that continues, much like people who are imagine when you hear the song. It’s got this “Requiem for a Dream in a bottle” feeling to it, that makes it so memorable and delightfully addictive. The comments dotting the track on soundcloud aren’t hype, it’s actually that good. When you hit 500k plays on one track on Soundcloud, you can start to celebrate, especially when it starts showing up in mixes all over the place (More on that later). But it’s more than that. There’s this central ability for this specific tune to affect you, resonate with you on an emotional level. And that’s why I can’t stop listening to it. Peep his Soundcloud and light it up. Because this cat needs to get white guy DJ famous.
Some contemporary wisdom by a modern American author. Ms. Brite does some good work in the gothy horror sector, so check her out if that’s something you’re into 😀
(I was able to catch up with DJ Nutritious before his masterful set at Cielo, a review of which can be found here)
You wonder what it’s like until you’re there. The booth. Where the magic happens. The scene could not exist without it, and your career as a DJ is made within it. Whether it’s a folding table set up on the side of a room or a walled off alcove with a mini fridge and a serving area, this was the place to be. And, this wasn’t the booth at any old place, this was the booth at Cielo.