I’ve been so absent from the interwebz because for a brief moment of time, I had a life and had real people to see and real tasks to do. I was in SF for Outside Lands which was incredibly fun, and since then I’ve been basking in what little summer I have left. Tomorrow is officially my last day of summer. That’s awful.
Filling the void in my heart with some dubstep, because where sentimental indie music fails, loud noises and bowel movements succeed.
My music taste can be chronicled in two paths.
I first became interested in music upon buying my first CD by the Hives. From there it transformed into a love of just rock, the Foo Fighters, RHCP, Arctic Monkeys, etc. By late middle school, I was a full-out screamo lover (I know what you’re thinking…no judgement please) enjoying the post-punk/metal scenes respectively. There was Devil Wears Prada, Chiodos, Underoath, anything by Anthony Green…
When highschool hit, naturally this love of loud, noisy, angst-y music transformed into an appreciation of dubstep, a more mature channeling of all of the aforementioned elements. My first dub encounter was hearing Caspa’s Cockney Thug. It was love at first hear.
Anyway somewhere along the way I kindled a love for more calm, indie music too for my less prepubescent-angsty side. But this too nurtured a love of dubstep. The oldschool, more spiritual and slow bass grooves a la Burial.
So that brings me to dubstep. Dubstep is a culmination of everything I love about sounds in general. It’s layered, has an odd musicality to it, it’s loud, and it’s exciting. And in eight days, I’m finally going to see the love of my life live– CASPA @ Hardfest (along with Jack Beats & Digitalism)
Here’s a tribute to what I’ll be having in mah ears in eight days.
Calvin Harris + Nero = one ear-tickling marriage
To be honest, I’ve never been a huge fan of Calvin Harris’ music. It just sounds too cheesy, the whole suave, Euro-ish vocals. But Nero has a knack for making the cheesy, classy. Think about Act Like You Know. Imagine the vocals standing on their own– it would just sound…stupid. But when Nero comes in he makes everything sound like $$$. And trust me, this choon sounds like lots and lots of dollahz