I want to start this inaugural post off with a simple “Hello!” My name is Alex Vickers, a friend of the crew and a recently added contributor. I’m a DJ by trade stationed up at UCSB, but I’ll be moving down to LA once I graduate. Now that we’ve exchanged pleasantries let’s get down to the nitty gritty.
I was recently on an epic escapade through Europe, and one of my most cherished memories was in Berlin. I initially despised the city, but the Capital of Kurrywurst redeemed itself with this very story. I was with my British friend Charlie, who I’d met while abroad, and we’d been desperately trying to get into nightclubs around the city. We attempted Berghaim, the “best club in the world,” on our first night and were told “We don’t like your kind here.” I found out later that it was a gay nightclub, but at the time I thought those ungrateful Germans forgot about World War II. We soon ran into a problem, there was a vicious cycle of pregaming, getting rejected, and then ending up somewhere that just wasn’t our scene. That was until the last night…
That Tuesday night it finally happened. We get up to the front of the line, clearly a tad saucy, and the German bouncer starts speaking to us in German. We reply we can’t speak it, which was the usual cue for “you’re not getting in.” But this time Charlie called an audible, claiming he was a writer for MixMag and that he flew in from London to review the club. He said he’d ran into his friend DirtyDumbo (me!) who flew in from Los Angeles to do a gig. This dimwit bouncer let us in, without asking for a card or anything, and we had made it. I drained the last of my Euros on deliciously overpriced drinks and a sweaty night of awesome groovy Deep House and Disco. The DJ had two Technic 1200s, two CDJs, and a ridiculously antiquated mixer that looked like this:
This DJ absolutely threw it down. This mixer had zero effects and he was frantically moving form deck to deck. It was Deep House how it was meant to be heard: on a sweaty Berlin dance-floor, with a vodka tonic in hand and a gay couple making out next to you. The line to the bathroom took 20 minutes because everyone was “riding the white horse” instead of doing their business. The music was really relaxed but everyone was going nuts. At 4 a.m on a Wednesday morning, the DJ ended his 3 hour set with Donna Summer’s classic “I Feel Love.” I had to catch a plane to my last stop at 2:00 p.m the next day, which was not fun.
Donna Summers – I Feel Love (Original 12 Inch Mix)
Yo – Joss Moog
When I arrived, I was more than happy to be back. I could rage with my UCSB friends, who I haven’t seen in months, and enjoy an easy ass quarter. While my return was an absolute thrill, I was shocked at the state of the music scene in the wonderfully grungy college community I call home. During Del-Topia, the Beach Bacchanal that harkens back to the forever banned Floatopia of years past, I was walking around hanging my head. These kids were blasting the most ridiculous mix of “Complextro” and “Brostep” off their blown-out Mackie soundsystem going absolutely nuts. I walk a little further down the block, and I hear the all too familiar “One, Two, Woop Woop” and witnessed a spontaneous candy stomp dance off. The thing that pained me most was that I was one of those kids once, and now I look at them and try to hold back laughter. It just seemed ridiculous to me that a combination of a big kick drum and a Hoover synth line somehow inspired these kids to “bro-out.” I was left with one question: Where has the groove gone?
What You Feel (Chris Simmonds Mix)
The Isla Vista scene, which is heavily influenced by the EDC/HARD rave culture down in LA, is trying to recreate a “massive” every weekend. We’ve traded in actual dance moves for jumping up and down and fist bumping. The current scene is about getting people to go as crazy as possible. Just last weekend I saw a DJ play Skrillex’s “Cinema” to a completely empty dancefloor. While this has made me miss that fateful night in Berlin, I’ve found my new love: Deep House. In a Freudian sense, I think I’m reacting to the craziness of Isla Vista and playing the chillest possible music. Or maybe I’m just still holding onto that one night in Berlin. Peep these tunes, and hopefully you’ll see where I’m coming from.
Hang (Dj Madskillz Mix) – Sender & Pavloff
Vague – Stojche
Gina And Elvira’s Theme (Original Mix) – Jose M. & TacoMan
This collection of tracks is a mix of Deep/Jackin’ House, some old, some new and all around groovy. Hope you guys enjoyed my first post, and more importantly I hope you enjoy the tunes!