It’s that time again! As March has left us and we’re shining in the new April sun, here’s my backwards-looking monthly playlist once again. While there are a few neo-swing tracks on the set, there’s a chilled lady lyricist named SAMMUS, a bunch of great drum & bass by a kid named Keeno, an experimental piece by Andrew Rayel (probably the only non-trance track you’ll ever hear from him, as the other track by him on the set is MASSIVE trance from ASOT 600 in Miami) & a sweet guitar piece by newly formed rocky/VG’y group Chronicles of Sound. Additionally, another track by my underground favorite MitiS, a super heavy track (not to be played in big rooms) by Candyland, a meditative track by Exist Strategy and a fun little bollywood ditty by DJ Prashant Kakad, of the Jai Ho dance parties in Portland & Seattle. Oh, and Star Wars themed trap from LA, because, IT’S A TRAP!
Peep the tunes and of course, get at the artists if you like what they’re dropping 😀
In an effort to ensure I don’t get fat, happy & fundamentalist by only looking at one city and it’s scenes, I’ve decided to start branching out and trying to hit places outside of Gotham where I can see how other cool people do cool things. This weekend, by way of a very dear friend, I was able to check out a sweet, underground electro-swing party in Boston. As I moved past the standard, fist-pumping, lite-beer-swilling, Avicii-spinning (that last one is new) Irish bar the front room of the bar contained, I pondered on eventual fist-fights between party-goers. Wherever my mind was going,by the time I’d checked my coat and paid my tab, It had gotten sidetracked by the Charleston and St. Germain cocktails by Macchu Pisco.
I’d like to say that there was something kitsch about what was happening, or that NYC does/did it better in the 90’s, but I can’t. It was an honest-to-God swing dance party with fun DJs and cool people. Vests, pocket watches, a liberal dollop of fedoras, shiny shoes, fast moving feet, girls spinning like tops and a respectable amount of martini glasses ensured there was no posing or biting in this crowd. The group wasn’t as cocky or flashy as what you’d find at a scene party in Gotham, but people also approached nervous others on the perimeter of the dance floor to ensure they shook their butts to the retro-amazing as well. Something I’ve never seen at a party in NYC, the varsity dancers approaching the JV with a confidence and warmth I didn’t think possible, and I’ve been checking out dance floors since the Clinton years. Continue reading →