2012: singles of the year

And this year I barely DJ’d at all; so it goes. With that said, there were some tunes kicking around that stood right out.


Locussolus – Berghain (Darkroom Mix)
I didn’t take this track seriously until I heard it live, on a big system…at which point it almost made me fall over. It does almost nothing, for 10 minutes, and is totally vital just the same.


TF – Dark Hearts with Sasha’s Song Told
No idea. I was referenced to this via a SoundCloud account that I can’t find any more…so you’ll just have to trust me that it combines everything good about dance music into one four-minute monster.

(20220 edit:  This is NYC’s own Total Freedom, of course)


Py – Lungs
That’s Mr. FitzGerald, to you. Deep, rolling, and lush lush lush lush lush.

Honorable mentions to Caribou’s remix of Junior Boy – You’ll Improve Me, Carl Craig remixing Friendly Fires – Hurting, Shake remixing Don Froth – Reflex, the insaaane Say My Name remix by Cyril Hahn, and, of course, Ima Read by Zebra Katz

2012: shows of the year


Roman Fluegel @ Le Bleury
I literally stumbled over Le Bleury while exploring Montreal. Shows like this make me unlikely to go anywhere else: Deep house/tech, great flow, and just enough “what the hell was that” tracks.


Move D @ Le Bleury
See above. This was their Halloween party, which was so packed as to literally prevent me from moving at times; deeper, housier, more disco than Roman, but just as good.


HRDVSION + Prison Garde @ Sub|Division, Lucky Bar
In addition to all the amazing things I’ve said about the SubDiv crew and parties, you have to give them all the credit in the world for slowly convincing Victoria, BC, to listen to an hour and change of snappy, bleeding edge techno from one of our favorite sons.

Honorable mentions to Exeter’s live set at the RBMA / Sub|Div show, Hawtin at SAT, playing scary techno for a bunch of EDM kids, Rennie Foster at Hush, and the impossible Cenote parties put on by Fossil, Arktic, and OKPK.

2012: sets of the year

Tough, tough running this year….including mixes that I slept on from last year.


DJ Food, Cheeba, & Moneyball – Caught In The Middle of A 3-Way Mix – a tribute to The Beastie Boys‘ ‘Paul’s Boutique’ album
It is impossibly rare for a mix to be a work of art, a document of deep history, and a dance party all at the same time. This monumental re-work of Paul’s Boutique does all those and more.


Vakula – Resident Advisor Podcast # 311
I knew nothing about this Ukranian deep/house DJs work…but this mix is about as close to ultra-smooth perfection as I heard all year.


Rustie – Essential Mix, April 2012
I had a typo in the above, saying “April 20212”. If news came out that Rustie is in fact from the future, I would not be the slightest bit surprised.

Most honorable mentions to: J.E.T.S. FACT mix, Ryan Hemsworth’s amazing 16-bit FACT podcast, Z-Trip’s Beastie Boys Megamix, James Blake’s Essential Mix from September 2011, Four Tet’s Conference of the Birds from April, Art Department’s perfectly sleazy Resident Advisor podcast, and King Britt’s FACT mix as Fhloston Paradigm. All those sets are amazing, and you should check them all out.

2012: albums of the year


Four Tet – Pink
This isn’t really an album so much as it is a collection of singles…but when the singles are this earth-flying-through-outer-space good, it doesn’t really matter.


Daphni – Jiaolong
Cut from the same cloth as the Four Tet – an “album” of post-cosmic dancefloor heat of the highest order.


Burial – Kindred
And this isn’t an album either, it’s an EP. What gives? Kindred is only three tracks, but sounds like six, and is just resplendent. Burial, amazingly, keeps on getting better.

Honorable mentions to: Wilsen – Sirens, Hannah Read – Wrapped in Lace, Various Artists – Bleep’s Guide To Electronic Music, and Flying Lotus – Until The Quiet Comes.

clubbing clubbing

I’ve had this my mind for a while: I spend / used to spend a lot of time in nightclubs. Some of those clubs are good, and some are bad. One of the deeply underrated factors in making a good club is the layout: given a certain space, where do you put the bar, the DJ booth, the washrooms, and so on?

I’m nothing like an architect, but I’ve clocked a lot of hours people-watching in clubs, and some clubs work better than others. That, of course, has much to do with the music, the staff, the sound, the drink prices, and so on…but sometimes, the physical reality of your room leaps up and bites you in the ass. This post is about that physical reality.

Clubs with stairs are better.
This is final wisdom, almost indisputable. Stairs upon entrance, either up or down, provide a sense of transportation away from the mundane, weekday world. If you can’t do stairs, you need to do something to provide the same distance from reality. A classic is to enter, turn right, and then turn left. Lick, part of the old Lotus Hotel in Vancouver, did this in spades: you had to turn about 170 degrees one way, pass through a thin passage, and then turn back the other way.

A notable exception to this rule is a place called ZuZu, in Boston: ZuZu is usually a restaurant, and has a simple glass door that walks you straight into the club. Even worse, it has glass windows, and yet worse still, it opens them wide in the summer to keep the place cool. ZuZu, however, gets away with this by hosting a just ridiculous soul / funk dance party every Saturday night: it’s impossible to walk by it without seeing / smelling / feeling the party. If it was any less ridiculous, it wouldn’t work: nothing is quite as sad as ‘normals’ looking into a party that is merely mediocre (This, of course, speaks to a more important lesson: a great party trumps everything else).

The bar is orthogonal to itself.
Lucky Bar, in Victoria, is a great club, but it is long and thin. The bar, naturally, runs parallel to the long wall. But us orderly Canadians line up at ninety degrees to the bar. This leads to hellacious traffic jams once the room gets full. In Lucky’s defense, there’s no other way to do it in the space that they have. Hush, also in Victoria (and also a great club), does this better: the bar line stretches out behind the dancefloor, providing a sort of natural firebreak between the dancefloor and the booths.

A bad example, however, is a place called the Middlesex Lounge, in Boston. Their room is a cube, with the bar along one side. However, the DJ booth is in a corner adjacent to the bar. Thus, their bar line can actually interfere with the dancefloor. This is the worst of all possible sins, by a long shot: selling alcohol is actually secondary to keeping the floor pumping…because if people are dancing, they’ll stay and drink more, instead of having one drink, realizing that it’s a shitty party, and leave.

Dancefloors project out from DJs.
For reasons known only to each of us, it turns out that most of us dance towards the DJ booth. This means that you cannot hide your DJs in a back corner and expected people to watch the go-go girls at the front. Some will, for sure: but most will cluster to the person doing the selecting. This should be obvious, and in most places it is, and is respected (Watergate, in Berlin, just nails this, in both rooms). The sanctity of the dancefloor really can’t be stressed enough. If that’s done right, other things tend to take care of themselves. Some exceptions and exceptions to the exceptions are:

Berghain, Berlin. Yep, the main room isn’t perfect (and neither is Panorama): the DJ booth is off-center, leading to some traffic interference from the bar on the right. However, live acts play centered, which works perfectly. Berghain is also so big that it doesn’t matter that much.

Middlesex, Boston. It turns out that if you put your DJ booth in a corner beside the washrooms and the bar and the entrance to the kitchens (which often still have LIGHTS on!), you totally ruin the party that happens in front of it, and this breaks up the rest of the party.

ZuZu, Boston. ZuZu’s booth is also beside the entrance to the washrooms. Luckily for ZuZu, it turns out that if you pack your bar to the gills, many of these issues go out the window. ZuZu’s washroom entrance is also at 180 degrees to the booth, rather than 90, like Middlesex’s.

What about the washrooms?
Washrooms are traffic, which, as has been discussed, can’t get in the way of the dancefloor (and really shouldn’t get in the way of the bar line). Washrooms are also generally well-lit, which tends to let scary, bright lights into the netherworld of the club. The instinct, then, is to put them as far away from everything as possible. This isn’t a bad idea, but washrooms also provide other features other than elimination: you can primp, do drugs, gossip/scheme, have sex, etc. Unless your club provides purpose-built spaces for these activities, you don’t want them too far from the action of the dancefloor.

Lotus, in Vancouver, put them on the far side of the bar from the dancefloor: good separation, but also closer to reality. Hush has the women’s washroom hidden just behind the DJ booth, and there’s a side-path that means you can get in /out without interfering with the dancefloor. Lucky has two sets: one up some stairs and away from everything, and one lurking innocently off the back of the dancefloor, near the bar. Kleine Reise, in Berlin, sets theirs beyond the dancefloor, leading deeper into the mist, as it were. I leave it as an exercise for the student to tell me which of these spaces sees the most extracurricular use.

I am sure there are many more things to be thought of: a discussion of vertical height in clubs would take me at least as long, for example, as would the above-mentioned “purpose-built” spaces for chilling out, making out and so on. These ones cover the highlights, especially the fact that it’s the dancefloor, and it’s the party, and everything else is secondary to those things.

dreaming cities

I want to write a bit more about Dream|City, a project that I did with the most munificent of collaborators, Mr. Connor Ashton. If you’ve not seen it, you can check it out here. We made the music totally out of field recordings: Connor recorded Vancouver, and I used the samples to make the music: we switched for Victoria.

Dream|City came out of a summer spent living in Vancouver – the last time, in fact, that I ever lived in Vancouver. Summer of 2008. I sublet a gorgeous studio apartment in a 1912 building in the West End from a UBC architecture student who was going to London, and I ended up reading a lot of his books. Among them was this: Dream City: Vancouver and the Global Imagination.

Dream City, the book, is about the history and future of Vancouver, and about what make Vancouver different from other large cities. For me, it got me thinking about the idea of the millions different cities that exist inside the geographic boundaries of Vancouver: my Vancouver is not your Vancouver. Our paths are different, our secret knowledge is different, our skies and clouds and grounds are different.

Dream|City, thus, is about my Vancouver. And likewise, I hope, about Connor’s Victoria. Both of us were non-natives, learning about cities that were / are almost exactly like our hometowns, but different in thousands of small and smaller ways. There is, for example, no good sushi in Victoria. Contrariwise, even though Vancouver is ten times larger than Victoria, the number of nightclubs worth going to is roughly the same.

Each of the six chunks of the ‘Vancouver’ part of Dream|City are about parts of my Vancouver, in both time and space. I can draw you a map of the piece, across town on buses and trains. I moved to Burnaby to go to recording school, I lurked at UBC with friends who were doing their degrees there, I went to a lot of nightclubs, I lived with a girlfriend on Main street, I had that shining summer in the West End, and I went back and forth from Victoria to Vancouver on dozens of ferries for a different girlfriend.

Now, four years later, even when I only spent a few hours visiting friends between ferries and flights, I remember how much I like the town. Or rather, I like my town, my Vancouver. Yours, of course, is different.

dream|city

Dream|City is done. 15 minutes of music from me, 15 from Connor Ashton, with a custom visualizer. All the music was cut from field recordings: Connor recorded the sounds of Vancouver for me, I recorded Victoria for him. We hope you like it.

week oh god why

Doing school. Working. Stole time to see the OSM do Ligeti’s Poeme Symphonique, which was flabbergasting and heartrending and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

week 34

– Busy times.
– I saw Richie Hawtin and Locodice at SAT last Monday. Locodice was terrible – the most generic, white-noise “tech-house” you can think of. The crowd was also terrible, which I guess I should have expected from a tour called ‘Beyond EDM’. Hawtin, however, was great: hard, funky, comprehensive effects and set flow. One day I want to see him in a tiny, tiny club, but it will probably never happen.
– I saw Cassandra Miller’s hypnogogic Bel Canto on Monday night. I’n totally biased towards Cassandra’s music as she taught me composition at UVic…but Bel Canto is a great,messy, time-streched sort of piece, filled with spectral and spatial magic.
– I went to Music Hack Day Boston. Holy shit. I am not going to try to talk about all the hacks: check them here. I did a funny hack, Where The Fuck Is The T-Pain, and a much more serious generative music framework called The Ultimate Machine.
– I need to big up the Chrome team for jamwithchrome.com: a great interface and a great technical implementation.
– Also, psobot is a genius: meet forever.fm

week 33

In my notes, nothing happened this week. To the contrary:
– I fixed the visualizer for DREAM|CITY, tested it…and it works, and does what I want. This delighted me.
– Made great progress on TimbreHero, my project for my gesutural control of music class. Need to fix the visualizations for that too.
– Saw the McGill orchestra on Wednesday. They have a *lot* of strings.
– Saw a wonderful show care of Innovations en Concert, featuring work by locals Mason Koenig and Luke Nickel, and inch-perfect choreography by Lilian Belknap.