MISSION

I am a New Yorker who by a universal mistake was born in Russia and had to cross continent and then traverse US
to finally find a city with a heartbeat that matched mine.
No other city embraced me. In Moscow I was too outspoken, in Miami too fast, in Chicago too daring.
New York City gave me life.
Its heart and spirit will be forever young as its blood is
always renewed with fresh talent. Dreamers and critics, romantics and seekers, performers and transformers from all over the world strive to make a mark in NYC. Creative renewal is in the air we breathe and every generation of New Yorkers has its own art, nightlife, and social scenes that evolve continuously. Keeping up with all events that are shaping this city is a challenge, but I will try to bring you the fascinating, the beautiful and the outrageous in New York City nightlife with an emphasis on underground electronic music scene which happens to be my favorite fantasy land.
Expect the unexpected

Friday, April 3, 2009

MUSIC EXCHANGE WMC Edition


Winter Music Conference 2009: The GOOD The BAD and The STUPID

Let's start with the STUPID shall we?

Club Space:
Walk in, get a drink a few promo items from the bar, the music is OK so far on the main floor, good beat, the place looks and sounds perfect. Upstairs to get a glimpse of Miss Nine and then straight to the terrace to wink at Chus and Ceballos. So far so good right? Wrong....
Here things get messy. Miss Nine is a beautiful girl but as a DJ I would say let's wait a few more years for her to mature, she doesn't feel the crowd and the sound was flat, one song to another, zero buildups, nothing innovative.
Chus and Ceballos started perfect with soulful groovy tribal that made me dance right away but slowly pulled into tech beats without any inspiration. Crowd starts pouring in and what a messy crowd. Don't know what they were on (GHB perhaps?) but bad energy all around. Imagine this...Tall stripper with ginormous breasts standing in the middle of the dance floor pounding her chest Tarzan style next to her is her body builder boyfriend smiling and looking proud. Oh boy
Then she takes her top of to fully expose the bad boob job that is covered only by shiny star nipple covers and someone next to her starts jumping up and down surely landing on innocent bystander's toes. Horror
Off we go downstairs to see the pride and joy of Deep Dish: Sharam
Sharam starts with a sound that came from another planet for sure and twists it into something that makes your ears hurt right away. Bad start but it gets worse, another stripper looking girl is dancing slowly on top of the speaker touching her puss often, she is Latin and wearing a pink bodysuit. Her boyfriend or admirer is looking up to her stealing a few grabs here and there. Sharam continues pounding our heads with alien tech house sounds mixed with jumping up and down in the booth. I have noticed that a DJ who is jumping up and down in the booth really gets a crowd going these days. We are in trouble
Back to Chus upstairs... hoping for fresh beats, but Chus is playing the same song that another DJ is playing in room right next to the terrace. Wow
Did everyone just went to Beatport top charts or something?
Time to leave we say and go downstairs, on our way out I notice that all three rooms sound the same, what a crying shame! Best club, best sound system and zero creativity at $100 entrance fee. Leaving Space was priceless.
The BAD:
If you think homelessness issue is bad in NYC, go to downtown Miami
I have never seen that many homeless people on same block. There were at least 20 and we are talking about just a few blocks away from really high maintenance apartment buildings, best clubs and stadium. Pure disaster of government incompetence. Whether these people are drug addicts or not doesn't even matter anymore, to see this was heartbreaking. One block away Space was charging $100 to get into the worst party at WMC and one more block away Ultra Music festival made a killing. And here were 20 people wrapped in blankets on the ground.
Shame Miami, pure shame
The GOOD:
Seeing the whole world of music fanatics congregate in South Beach. Awesome vibe...
Girls wearing nothing but bikinis and high heels on Collins Ave, boys who have been clearly working out just for the occasion, constant movement on the streets, traffic jams, house music blaring from every car passing by and every hotel. Pure energy. People exchanging information about the next good party, flirting, smiling, texting their friends back home, this scene was priceless. Old, young, pretty, pretty crazy, united by sound.
Basic NYC at Beach Plaza and Bentley Hotel:
Solid lineup of groovy, heartwarming NYC and Chicago House, beautiful crowd of stylish professionals in love with music.
Pacha Ibiza Pool Party @ Shelbourne Hotel:
Jazzy Jeff brought back memories of old school days gone gone gone...
Goldfish killed with just a saxophone and keyboard, it was stunning
All day the music was dancy house, next time I will write down all the DJ names and review by name. Promise. This WMC was an inspiration for this blog so forgive me for not writing down the details.
Body & Soul:
God bless these creative triplets who were all inspired by Larry Levan. The spirit of Paradise Garage lives on. Best party of WMC period. As usual the most diverse crowd...black, white, gay, straight, young, old and everything in between. A stage show of massive proportions with Erol Josue blessing us all with most soul wrenching prayer like songs. Voice of a true believer. Dancers dressed in white performing a tribal dance straight out of National Geographic special.
That was pure Vodou! Great courteous staff at Mansion and good sound considering you are not at Space. Beautiful spectacle and Rico at the door with his very creative head ornament as always...spreading the joy and the love.
Lovely times alltogether, can't wait till next year and I will keep the punters posted on all good things happening in my world of house music :)
That concludes my broadcast! Kisses to all

No comments:

Post a Comment