Last December, I wanted to see if Bonobo could mix with hip-hop (turns out it does), and work outside my 125 BPM comfort zone. Thanks to the guys at Rap Genius for the inspiration (and the help). This is the result:
I am seriously behind on my music consumption. Toof and Dan’s unread postings in my feed reader are stacking up, I’m a week late (and counting) delivering a mixtape for July, and mainly just enjoying large quantities of doing nothing on the island.
Bummed I’m missing the Start Conference (holla @ Fort Mason!), but stoked that Eric’s there. Been filling in the gaps of time by writing bits of JavaScript and Python for our first release hack. It’s small tiny and cool and open-source and a little disruptive and hopefully useful.
Saw Bloc Party last night at the Fillmore with Arsie—like their first performance there, they played three encores. They really know how to play to a crowd—I’m stoked for Cut/Copy and Yelle coming up!
Reaping the benefits of the Boingo WiFi tax, battling back curmudgeonly instincts while the woman at the AA desk seeming less convinced as each successive assigned takeoff time expires under the boot of repairs on the lavatories.
I could have taken the subway to Manhattan by now, instead opting to decompress at a cafe before the gate, writing—and reading—the backlog of email, curate ~2000 photos from France, and kitting a plan for the weekend.
Speaking of which, looking forward to Jay’s birthday party + he and Jen’s housewarming, riding with Jenny Oh & co in Oakland on Friday before East Bay BBQing, a Tam loop on Saturday, followed by Wanted with Krissy and then We Are Scientists on Sunday. So much for lying low.
The subject of a few covers and remixes in its 18 months of life, Klaxons’ epic Golden Skans is one of my favorite songs of last year. Baking a mixtape a couple weeks ago, I spliced Mark Ronson’s soulful cover featuring Melbourne’s Daniel Merriwhether with XXXChange’s house remix of Juiceboxxx and Dre Skull’s party anthem Sweat (say that five times fast). It tasted good—so here it is, out of the kitchen:
My travel this summer revolves around a pair of weddings—one in Hawaii, one in Paris. May’s mix is for my friends Kendal, Steve, SaraJane and Jay. A bit indie rock, a bit electro, some remixes, covers and Sufjan.
