October 4th 2015. Belly Up Tavern.
This was my first time visiting The Belly Up Tavern. This place is pretty dope.
Krush was celebrating the release of his latest album “Butterfly Effect“
It got crackin’ pretty quick!
… and at the end of the show… this shit went down..!
PVT RUNNERS X DJ KRUSH ! ! !
Sending a very big happy birthday to the grand master DJ Krush
1990 IIRA Ice Racing
Real Time Racing Honda Civic Si
1990 IIRA Ice Racing – SSGT Endurance Champions: Leighton Reese and Peter Cunningham
(Pics via Real Time Racing/Rick Corwine Photography)
“Alone in the comforting darkness the creature waits. As confusion reigns on this hellish stage, the deafening grind of machinery, the odious clot of chemical waste. Still, the trail of his ultimate prey leads through this steely maze to these, the addled offspring of the modern world.”
Talk about one of the soundtracks to my life. Perfect Film Noir feel. It has a dark, lurking, prowling, sneaky, narcoleptic feel throughout the whole album. My kind of music.
Back in my home town, on nights where I couldn’t sleep for shit, I would hop in my car and roam around the streets in the dead of night. No one was on the road, the night belonged to me. I found my peace doing so. The track by Vangelis “Blade Runner Blues” would be playing while I drive. The song added so much affect to the world around me, it was as if the night was playing the music. I get the same feeling when I listen to “On Devil Wings.” Many times I would end up in downtown. The vast emptiness made my emotions rise to just keep driving, keep roaming the streets, as if I was trying to find where the roads began and where they end. I cut down alley ways staring up at the few brick buildings left in my city. The music stops. I could hear the city breathing. Almost whispering to me. “Dead End Angels” describes that feeling.
To fully grasp Bohren & der Club of Gore’s music, I advise listening to it at night.
Late at night.
Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.
“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream
See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been
See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”
Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it, what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?
Peace peace yall.
Who used to wail out back?”
Meet Perturbator [Illustrations by Ariel Zucker-Brull]
This is the track that did it for me:
After hearing his sound, he became one of my favorite artists.
“This is the story of someone who has nothing left to lose, wandering in the hostile neon-soaked dirty streets of a city from the future, armed and dangerous. This is your story.
No one really knows what kind of danger you will encounter during this journey into madness. You know you’re not alone, but you are ready. You are the night. Now, lights off.”
“You are the night.
Your loved ones are gone now, leaving only blackness ahead. Humanity failed you. They let technology become a threat.
You are the war against machines.
They tried to make you software. But you’re not like the rest.
You are half machine now. More powerful. More fierce. And you only want one thing: to meet the one responsible for the hardware. There are no rules anymore. Kill or be killed. Take advantage of what they have made of you and enact a terrible revenge.
By the end of this journey you will meet your Maker, surrounded by all the desolation he created. A computer. Codename: Satan. Programmed to do only one thing: Erase all traces of the human race.
This is Nocturne City. The year is 2088 and you are about to embark on a journey into an urban nightmare.”
I notice to feel his music in full effect, listen to it at night. Especially while driving your machine.
“Plays in my head almost every time I’m out on my bike going faster than I should be” – NecroPsyChroNauTron commenting on the song Raining Steel
“I don’t know if hes conscious about this, but I think that the whole atmosphere that KRUSH produces, that very Japanese, somehow samurai-like, transient and sad feel, constantly exists in his music. A very Japanese way of thinking in a sense that life and death are constantly in vision. He may be trying to vanish such part of him, but it oozes out of his music, and I think that’s where my senses reacted to.”
– Kousuke TSUMURA, Final Home Project
I couldn’t have said it better.
P. Runner in the blue hat. More here