Hearts Beats Often

Modern times have yielded a deluge of dance music of varying degrees of quality. Ranting in person, on the phone, or in spaces like this, probably using the blanket label "new dance music" because I don't want to say "blog house" or any of the other pejorative terms, that I won't even use here. The reason I won't use the terms here is as follows: lest the word section of this spot get cursed by nefarious juju borne from the last grim fears of a house music studio bongo specialist that iced himself on giraffe tranquilizers after his job got taken by expensive german software.

This song is not what I'm talking about when I get on about "borderline unlistenable" and "flashy but boring." I usually won't play you what I'm talking about, because I've wasted my time finding it, and yeah, it will probably offend you. Offending people's ears is not what I'm about.

Here's the tune:

LIL WAYNE - A Milli (Nadastrom Remix)

Dave Nada and his homey Matt Nordstrom change Dwayne's voice and use "UFO" to take it mindwhirling to the (post?) cyberpunk pleasuredome. Old ideas, a bedrock sample and rave rap with a much remixed song is a recipe for meh-diocrity, but Nadastrom turns it into the current incarnation of newness, hotness and badassism. It is radical, necessary, timely and most of all HUGE!



It begins with an urge to dance, and what sounds like a girl's voice repeating "Side One" (I can only hope this is content indicating where the song will be on the upcoming Nadastrom Record Album, so many levels! metastic!)!



The last time I was in Winnipeg, I was talking Frays The Cabbie (Footwerk of the Nutty Klub to basshead webcrawlers) about his crew's rising star in the prairie nightlife.

ME: "Man, I travel to all these big cities, live there and miss shows IN WINNIPEG!"

F: "That sucks, I feel bad for you (paraphrased)"

I made myself a promise that I wouldn't look through party photos of a non-family party that I wasn't at - that I just broke - augmenting this post. I'd heard that the party Fraser threw with Tittsworth and Dave Nada was legendary, in that savage and serial party city.

Here's a shot of Dave Nada preparing to grab one of The Pyramid's ceiling rails. Hanging off the ceiling of that cabaret was always a highlight of the all ages punk shows of my tweens.



I saw much in the galleries I browsed: 20/20 ON THE MIC. Chocolate laughing his ass off. Hot girls that I'm on a multiple nickname basis with. Dudes that I'm pretty sure I went to Oakbank Elementary with, and lots of young folks in humorous dance costumes. But the chili on the burger is:

Co-op holding a bag of Donuts aloft, like the head of a felled opponent.



I was in Winnipeg at Thanksgiving, and it was pretty crazy. I saw a scrap between old friends, one wielding a plunger, while the other howled "it looks like you're wearing lipstick". I broke The Muffin Man's Kraft Dinner Pot by drumming on it too hard. The Crumbs accidentally did a comedy show in a bar full of cops. I barely slept. It was wild, you need to brace yourself for fall in that town. I give thanks, but it was good to winter elsewhere.

I'll be back.



PS: Shout out to this kid blue steeling in the dorky aerobics/spring ski get up. Simply because, say what you will about geeked out neon from beyond party dress, but the tetra pak of french rabbit in the club is SUCH A GOOD LOOK. I'm not even going to front. I'm gonna copy him. Bottle service? No, Tetra Pak. Inspired. Plus you can cap it, which is the number one problem when drinking red at a dance party.