We take a look inside the world of Post-It Note Illustrator turned author Marlon Sassy. The Vancouver based artist has grown a considerable following for his hip-hop culture inspired “doodles,” and with his first book under his belt, it seems like things are only going up for our friend Marlon.
Bike Night Part II went all the way up. A big thank you to everyone that ventured out with us and to the folks at Manifesto and 15th & Webster for helping making it happen. Our goal is to do tight shit, so we thank you for your support. Check out our recap with photos from our good friend Max Claus
We tap our long time homie Julia Lewis to lend her tunes to the fourth volume of the Wine & Bowties Mix. Bringing together a number of sounds and vibes the mix is a good one to just hit play with. New tunes from Saint Timbre, Iman Omari, 1-O.A.K and more.
Far Out was another one to remember. We took it underground for our most recent Wine & Bowties party. Bringing together an assortment of DJ’s in Yung_smh, Starter Kit & Sad Andy, we brought the vibe back and then some. Shout out to the Command Center and the folks who helped put it all together, and a big thanks to our eclectic crowd who make the parties so dope.
We made some moves over the 4th of July weekend with our inaugural W&B Bike Night. Taking an evening ride through the Town, we stopped off at Surf Club and Morcom Park before settling in at the backyard boogie in the West. Thanks to Max, and Dispo Max, we have some pics to help tell the tale.
When I first moved to New Orleans, I hoped to find the Bounce scene as pervasive and accessible as the brass bands that parade through the neighborhoods and play on corners throughout the city. What I found instead was a bunch of transplants like myself looking for some ass-shaking. However, thanks to everyone’s favorite cultural imperialist Diplo, and other national outlets that have given Bounce some attention, this organic New Orleans subgenre is slowly moving from complete obscurity into the periphery of popular awareness outside of the South.
The video above provides a brief overview of the scene, including interviews and performance footage from some of New Orleans’ most respected artists. The simple formula for Bounce tracks is unpacked for us: call-and-response type chants with explicit lyrics rapped over fast-paced percussion that samples sounds from “Drag Rap” by The Showboys and “Brown Beat” by Cameron Paul among other tracks. The video also highlights Sissy Bounce, an offshoot that features gay MC’s (most notably Big Freedia, Katey Red, and Sissy Nobby) who have played fundamental roles in the development and growing popularity of Bounce. Obviously, it would be difficult to explain an entire musical subculture in a nine-minute film, but more than anything, the clips above provide a visceral, twerk-heavy sensory experience. As is always the case in New Orleans, it’s impossible to know where the music stops and day-to-day life begins.
As one of the most prolific inventors of the 20th century, Ray Kurzweil has made a career out of creating the future. As an author, inventor and futurist, much of Kurzweil’s most recent work has focused on the concept of Singularity, known as the point in time when information technology exceeds the powers of the human brain. In other words, Kurzweil believes that in the not-so-distant future, machines will surpass the mental capacity of humans–according to Kurzweil, by the year 2030.
Founded upon the Law of Accelerated Returns, many of Kurzweil’s predictions revolve around the idea that technological advancement has been increasing exponentially since the beginning of humasn existence. Under this theory, Kurzweil posits that we are nearing a point in which the continual doubling of technological advancement will reach a zenith, effectively negating the linear progression of evolution and catapulting us to a new frontier of artificial intelligence. It’s the improvements in technology coupled with the decreasing costs of managing and storing information technology that lie at the foundation of this impending shift. Yet for many, one need not look any further than the evolution of the iPod, to see this phenomenon in action.
Introduced to the public in 2001, the first generation iPod cost $399 and was marketed with the slogan, “1,000 songs in your pocket,” a rough estimate based on the 5 gigabytes of storage available on the device. Today, the latest version of the iPod sells for $249 and holds 160 gigabytes of storage. This paradoxical trend in iPod capacity and pricing is just one example of what Kurzweil refers to when speaking about the exponential growth of information technology known as Singularity.
It’s funny what happens when your debut project drops. For most of the folks who end up hearing your name for the first time, the music comes as a complete surprise, as if it had just materialized out of nothing. The perception, from the outside, is that you’ve miraculously come out of the gate with a fully-formed, articulate style and voice already in tact. But for the select handful of people that get to watch the progression, from putting together a few beats at the crib as a hobby, to the heavy-immersion passion project that spawned Asymmetry, it’s been seriously exciting to watch.
The five tracks that comprise Ben Falik’s first EP as Julia Lewis are intricate and as involved as anything he’s created so far, a dense and varied patchwork of samples and synth not unlike something you might find on Flying Lotus’ Brainfeeder imprint. Crisp slap with a touch of trap, woozy atmosphere, heavy wobble-bass, tricky programming–the effect, particularly on the EP’s title track, is pretty damn engrossing. “Asymmetry” is all about attack and release, building from a smooth, far-away female vocal into a heavy crescendo, just before dropping you right back where you started. All the more impressive, is that a song like this one, or say, “Tell Me Everything You Are”, can threaten that adrenaline-rush, dubstep-drop power, and yet still feel subtle and reflective. Asymmetry, like most of the best electronic music in recent memory, pulls from a diverse enough palette of sounds that it defies categorization. In other words, it sounds like Julia Lewis, rather than anybody else. So whether or not this is your first introduction, it’s definitely a distinctive one.
I love sex for a plethora of reasons. The best one, I feel, is that sex is, simultaneously, the most natural and the most taboo practice we engage in. That being said, there are some things that just don’t fly.
If you’re reading this and have slept with me in the past, I may or may not have gleaned one of these DO NOTS from your bag of tricks. If you’re reading this and we haven’t slept together yet, please print it out and keep it in your pocket when you come over.
“I’ve always taken the word “pop” as its literal translation–it’s accessible, and that’s why it’s popular.” So said Chaz Bundick when asked about his latest record, Anything in Return, which he’d described recently as an album of “sincere”, honest-to-god pop music. The whole conversation sort of struck me as odd though. To my mind, nobody has put out better pop music more often over the course of the last four years or so. On the accessibility front, I’ve always felt like certain standout songs from each of his projects–“Talamak” or “New Beat”, or even obscurities like “Leave Everywhere” or “I Can Get Love”–were so damn perfect in their execution that the notion that someone wouldn’t find them irresistible seemed kind of outrageous. If I was a little more naive about industry politics, I’d probably bitch even more about why there just doesn’t seem to be a plausible niche carved out for his music on a bigger stage. And believe me, I already do.
In any case, Anything In Return is, as promised, an impeccably crafted collection of engrossing pop music. Chaz’s desire to make a pop record, he’s earnestly admitted, was at least partially because he wanted to make music his girlfriend would dig, and maybe even dance along to like she did to Beyonce, Bieber and The Dream. And, without a trace of sarcasm, I can say that it shows. The songs here are crisp and elastic, wide in their appeal and completely beautiful. Currents from each of the stylistic experiments he’s conducted so far run through the heart of these songs, but in most cases, he’s neatly synthesized the most essential elements from each, and folded them all neatly into rich, immersive packages. There’s a certain clarity too, in Chaz’s voice, both as a singer and songwriter, that, in contrast to plenty of his past work, puts Chaz squarely in the foreground. Anything in Return succeeds as a “sincere pop record”, and not just because so many of these songs are among his most immediately gratifying. They also constitute his most ostensibly personal, most relatable work to date.
It’s hard to deny the allure of cigarettes. A looming presence in the cultural history of America and beyond, the cigarette has now become perhaps the single most indelible symbol of the intangible essence of cool. Whether dangling from the lips of James Dean, or as an accessory to the sumptuous aesthetic of high fashion, the cigarette has played a pivotal role over the last few centuries in constructing an aura of leisurely pleasure.
Today, the marketing landscape for cigarettes has changed dramatically, although many still condemn cigarette companies for their subversive advertising tactics. First introduced to the American public through an advertisement in a local New York newspaper in 1789, it was in fact the Lorillard Tobacco Company that first familiarized America with the seductive pull of tobacco-related advertising.
“Fuck it dog, life’s a risk.” Indeed, FIDLAR, indeed. “Cocaine”, “Cheap Beer”, “Wake Bake Skate”, “Stoked and Broke”–a cursory glance at the song titles that populate FIDLAR’s self-titled, full-length debut reveal a handful of the essential features of their identity as a band. They are young. They are from Southern California. They enjoy getting fucked up in a plethora of different ways. They enjoy the occasional skate. A cursory listen to just about any of the excellent songs featured therein tell you just about everything else, most of which you might have guessed already. They are loud. Very loud. They are bored and reasonably nihilistic. And naturally, they’re a hell of a lot fun. At this point, a more extensive background check or an enumeration of their (actually well-selected) influences and references seems kind of beside the point.
“Cheap Beer” has been floating around the internet for months now, and FIDLAR is full of great songs, a handful of which aren’t half as full of piss and vinegar and excessive yelling. Several are singalong melodic, and most of them have lines as straightforwardly unredeeming as “I feel like a crackhead” or “All my friends are pieces of shit”. Some are probably even better songs in one way or another. But nothing hits quite as convincingly as the rapid-fire delivery of this presumably PBR-inspired anthem. “I. Drink. Cheap. Beer. So. What. Fuck. You.” A hook like that just kind of wrecks everything in its path. It’s the kind of declaration that might make you look stupid for even taking the time to point out the fact that it’s stupid. And if nothing else, it’s a reminder that a little good old-fashioned hedonism goes a long way.
What makes an icon, exactly? Sometimes it takes a lifetime to build the reputation, and other times, a simple discovery can lead to something grand and unexpected. In the case of Eromomen Esoimeme, it was the spontaneous decision to shave her head that charted her current course. A few short years into her career, and that path has already taken Eromomen above and beyond her expectations, as her distinctive look has landed her on runways on both coasts and beyond. Modeling for designers like Ashley Paige, Michael Costello and Mila Hermanovski the Oakland-bred model is well on her way, rubbing elbows with some of the industry’s finest and picking up wisdom along the way.
For our interview, we enlisted the services of fellow contributor Ivie Arasomwan, who sat down to pick Eromomen’s brain about her journey thus far, and the inspiration behind her craft. Aside from all that insight though, Eromomen also happens to be a natural in front of the camera. So it seemed only necessary to bring our good friend and art show alum Sequoia Ziff on board, to snap a collection of shots showcasing Eromomen in her element. The aesthetic of the collection is as effortless as it is stunning, Sequoia’s vision offering a gorgeous visual compliment to her subject’s versatility, capturing Eromomen taking on a variety of looks in epic fashion. Read on for a glimpse into the world, creative and otherwise, of Eromomen Esoimeme.
For lack of a better word, there’s just something so damn pure about this song. No arty lo-fi haze or blurry noise. No super-coy, undecipherable lyrics. “I’m in the zone, can you feel it?” “Under Attack” is a straight up, pretty ass R&B jam. And that’s not to say it’s not adventurous either–in fact, it’s bursting at the seams with big musical ideas and theatrical flare. The the subtle, bubbly build has shades of UK bass or Montreal house. The sax flourishes and steely ’80s guitar feel straight out of a Sade record, or say, Destroyer’s highbrow revisit of that era on Kaputt. But that breakdown is something else entirely. When that massive, wave-crash snare drops in slow-mo, this might as well be “Love You Down”.
Portland’s Shy Girls, led by singer Dan Vidmar, is the latest development in the fictional subgenre of white dude retro-R&B, which makes a How to Dress Well comparison kind of inevitable. But where Tom Krell’s falsetto collages tend purposefully toward the avant-garde, Shy Girls’ approach feels a touch more literal, channeling post-Prince and New Jack sexy and stacking songs with lush, colorful texture. For the record, the last Shy Girls record, last year’s Sex in the City, is awesome in its own right. But the six slow-burn minutes that make up “Under Attack” are something special. Like any R&B epic, this is a song that just keeps on giving.
Of all the oceans in the world, only one surrounds an entire continent. That continent is Antarctica and the ocean is the Southern Ocean. The islands of the Southern Ocean and its cold but rich feeding grounds shelter and attract creatures not found anywhere else. Among these are birds of the Southern Ocean.
Most oceans are defined by the continents that surround them. The Atlantic is bounded by the Americas on the West and by Europe and Africa on the East. The Arctic Ocean is defined by continents and islands – it reaches down to touch Iceland as well as the northern coasts of Asia, Europe and North America – and it encompasses Baffin Bay, and the Barents Sea, Beaufort Sea, Chukchi Sea, East Siberian Sea, Greenland Sea, Hudson Bay, Kara Sea, Laptev Sea and White Sea. The Indian Ocean is cradled by Africa, Asia and Australia. The vast Pacific reaches four continents – the Americas, Asia and Australia.
The Southern Ocean was “invented” in 2000 by earth geoscientists and defined as waters south of 60 degrees South latitude. A more “organic” definition would extend the Southern Ocean to include the southernmost coasts of South America, the southern tip of Africa and the southern coast of Australia. This definition would bring the Falkland Islands, South Georgia Island, the French Southern Antarctic Lands (south of the Indian Ocean), Tasmania (south of Australia) and the South Island of New Zealand all within the Southern Ocean. Below are a selection of photographs of birds that occupy these habitats.
There have always been certain unique regional sounds and trends in hip hop music, but of course with the internet and instant access, regional sounds are starting to disappear. At the very least its getting harder to tell. Frankly, I think it’s a pretty exciting development. Gone are the days where a rapper or a producer’s scope is limited to the influence of their region. Gone are the days of a rapper’s sound being dictated by the city they call home. The latest influx of new rappers and producers are armed with cross-country influences and the limitless resources of the Internet, and are doing risky and exciting things.
Bay Area rapper Antwon is a perfect example. As post-hyphy and adverse to categorization as any rapper emerging from the Bay could hope to be, Antwon has shown his elasticity and versatility over the course of his three releases thus far. His most recent album, End of Earth was a showcase for a rapper with an ear for dense, seemingly disparate sounds, and the type of beats that, at first glance, might seem least likely to have a rapper on them. Set to rock shows in New York this month with Trinidad James, and at Santos Party House, and his latest tape, In Dark Denim set to drop on Greedhead, Antwon is set to have an even bigger year than the one before. Below is “Automatic”, a gorgeously cloudy collaboration with Bay Area contemporaries Friendzone (who just added production credits on the new A$AP Rocky record to their resume) to help us get by until Denim drops. For an extended introduction, check the MORE.
It couldn’t have just been the drugs, right? I suppose it was a combination of things–a golden age for psychedelic art and graphic design, an era when every new scientific discovery seemed to be expanding our collective understanding of human nature, a thousand Ram Dass or Sagan-inspired fusions between both of those worlds. All I know is my textbooks growing up, from the late part of the last century and the early years of this one, just didn’t look like this.
Biology Today, printed in three separate editions for college-level science students, was a prime example of the confluence between the aesthetic and scientific realms that seemed to characterize its particular time period in the world of popular science. In addition to some fifty-plus editorial contributors–seven of them Nobel laureates–Biology Today called on an impressive collection of the era’s most imaginative visual communicators in order to explore and interpret the subject matter at hand. Spanning virtually every medium imaginable, the illustrations, paintings, photo montages and diagrams supplied by those artists bring to life those concepts with psychedelic, surrealistic imagery–from reimagined biblical scenes, to visualizations of drug trips, to cell structures and all kinds of groovy body parts. For the design folks, this is some solid vintage eye candy. For the TED Talk crowd, it’s a reminder of just how far we can take things when we blur the lines between disciplines. And finally, yeah, it’s not a bad advertisement for doing a whole bunch of drugs either. Thanks to 50 Watts, for the inspiration.
Celebrated around the world while still shrouded in infamy, the story of Mike Tyson remains one of America’s most memorable cautionary tales. A world champion at the ripe age of 20, by 21, Tyson had the world at his fingertips, with the perils of fame and fast money not far away. We know how the story goes from there. Money and cars, women and drugs, Robin and Don and a little thing called bankruptcy. Tyson’s rise and fall is well documented, although many of the anecdotal tales of his journey are still left to be told. In this conversation with fashion and design magnate Jeff Staple, Tyson opens up about his affinity for pigeons and their involvement in his very first fist fight. Not one to shy away from the truth in recent years, Tyson’s anecdote is both honest and engaging. A little history for a Wednesday afternoon.