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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 05.12.12

i'm desperately late getting this up since the last two days of the week have been entirely taken up by a workplace annual meeting for me. it already seems like a very long time ago that i was playing music for the masses [insofar as the masses can fit in the front room of a boho-hip montreal cafe-bistro].

my set was largely a tribute to play it again sam records, which celebrated its thirtieth anniversary recently. although the label is a completely different beast now than it was when it was founded in the early eighties, i am glad to see that it's still alive and kicking. far too many have been lost. for me, the label will always be associated with the eclectic mix of releases it put out in the eighties, from bands who were difficult to classify in any one genre and collectively made for a sound that was like no one else. as disparate as they were, the artists did have a sort of outsider commonality that's difficult to describe in concrete terms. although some of the label's releases veered a mite too far into pop territory for my tastes, i also thank them for pointing me in the direction of several other labels whose quirky avant-pop sensibilities shaped my tastes and helped make me what i am today. in fact, i included some of those artists to whom i was lead by PIAS in the set.

so i was happy to do a PIAS set- one of the only themed sets i've ever done at the lounge. of course, i do think it surprised dom, especially when i sent him a text message proudly announcing "i figured out what to do tonight! i'm going to do  PISS set!"

glad that little announcement didn't end up circulating...

dj kali's PIAS [not PISS] tribute set

shockheaded peters :: i, bloodbrother be
the pop group :: she is beyond good and evil
trisome 21 :: some twenty-one miles from the coast
clair obscur :: pilgrim's progress [instrumental]
disappointed a few people :: dead in love
hula :: at the heart
click click :: the vacuum shop
legendary pink dots :: rapunzel
the klinik :: black leather
the neon judgment :: awful day [dedicated to grumpy cat]
front 242 :: agressiva
the young gods :: jimmy
pailhead :: don't stand in line
pop 1280 :: bodies in the dunes
foetus :: a prayer for my death
novy svet :: en possession de te

every year dom and i go through this. he threatens to do a xmas set in december or, as he puts it, says he is going to do a holiday set, adding that there's no reason i should be considering it a threat. adn every year he does something seasonal and i'm forced to admit that it really isn't as bad as all that. this year, i truly have to admit that playing "find the highly atypical tie-in" during his set was pretty fun.

mr. dna's annual foray into the jingle jangle jungle

run-dmc :: christmas in hollis
devo :: snowball
the dickies :: silent night
buzzcocks :: what do I get?
the gruesomes :: santa claus
pixies :: into the white
ramones :: merry christmas
the clash :: brand new cadillac
fear :: fuck christmas
mudhoney :: this gift
the vandals :: oï to the world
minutemen :: no exchange
deja voodoo :: bugs for christmas
fugazi :: merchandise
descendents :: christmas vacation
dead kennedys :: holiday in cambodia
the yobs :: 12 days of christmas
gang of four :: return the gift 
the durutti column :: one christmas for your thoughts
the smiths :: shoplifters of the world unite
severed heads :: hello donald, merry xmas
my bloody valentine :: soft as snow (but warm inside)
white hospital :: white christmas
the sisters of mercy :: driven like the snow
the cure :: the holy hour
spacemen 3 :: walking with jesus
stereolab :: au grand jour
elvis costello & the attractions :: miracle man
patti smith :: gloria
the flaming lips :: jesus shooting heroin

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