5.29.2010

LET'S BUY HAPPINESS & POWER

The first time I experienced Boys Noize was
Ultra 2009 in Miami...


The next time was in the West, at Mighty in San Francisco November 7, 2009.

March 2010, South Beach. BOYS NOIZE joined the HARD Pool Party at the luxurious Fontainebleau Hilton Resort & Spa

Ticketless, we posted up about 100ft behind the DJ booth, right next to the VIP section. Celebrity encounters include: BOY 8-BIT, ALEX RIDHA/BOYS NOIZE, FAKE BLOOD, BUSY P, LIL' JON and those magical grills.


Complete with autographed longboards from FAKE BLOOD & BOYS NOIZE - one of the best parties ever!


Saturday, May 29th, the POP 2010 afterparty at Mighty.


 San Francisco's DJ NISUS gave the crowd a heavy dose of banger foreplay. NISUS is the usual opener of choice when BOYS NOIZE comes to town. He's an even better closing DJ, and kept the energy flowing after FAKE BLOOD performed at the Mezzanine on Halloween Eve, 2010...


FAKE BLOOD pumped out a wild set after performing earlier that night for a horde of 16+ fans at the Cow Palace for Spookfest.


SF's Sleazemore had a great opening set with his signature blend of high tempo beats and electro anthems. Check out his rendition of Ten Snake's "Coma Cat:"



Here's a clip of the beginning of FAKE BLOOD'S set - he drives the tension through the roof and unleashes after some quirky, melodic bleepage. This man is truly a master of the build and break. Watch as he cranks out a nasty bass to the screams of a sweaty, costumed crowd.




I have to admit, I was even more blown away by the second DJ of the evening. HUORATRON destroyed his set and melted everyone's faces - including his own!! I don't think I've ever seen a DJ perform with such raw, primal energy. 


To quote A Clockwork Orange, he was "real fucking horrorshow." This Finlander is serious. Check him out here and catch a glimpse of the destruction he brought to SF in this clip below:






My "costume" for the evening:






4.26.2010

They told me not to do it, so I did it anyway...

My Aunt Tilly wrote me this email in response to a happy birthday e-card I sent her. Reading it now from my apartment in Oakland, CA while watching Batman Returns and eating chocolate rice crispies makes me laugh. I like knowing that I could've said "I told you so" even though I spared her the gloating.

On Thu, Feb 26, 2009 at 8:22 PM, Aunt Tilly <tillyhenderson@roadrunner.com> wrote:



Hi Faluvia,

Thank you so much for the cute birthday card. My friends tell me that I should look on the bright side, as next year I can start to collect Social Security!

Honey, I was very unhappy to hear from your Mom that you are planning to move to
California. California is probably the worst state in the Union right now, in terms of economic stability. The jobless rate is so very high, and the state budget is a mess. The state is going to have to start cutting programs right and left, and still will not be able to dig itself out of this debt-ridden mess that it is in.

When I graduated from college in 1971, many of my friends wanted to move to
California - it always seemed so glamorous, sunny, healthy, etc. It's not so. Right now you have a decent job (OK, not your career goal, and benefits). If you up-root after only a few months, it will not look good on a resume. And what will you live on while you drive cross-country and try to find a job in a state that is bordering on bankruptcy?

Please reconsider this decision. I'm not averse to trying new things and thinking outside
the box. But I think this decision is going to be very bad for you in the long run.

Love,

Aunt Tilly




So my plan for this blog is to document all of the reasons why you shouldn't always listen to "worldly" advice from your Aunt Tilly. No matter how smart or accomplished she might be, she's still from the 50s when computers didn't exist.

I don't know about the "long run" or how "very bad" things might turn out for me, but I also don't care because there's no going back. Nowhere in this world could be better for me right now than California, the East Bay Beast, and funky, freaky, foggy Frisco.