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dj kali @ bazaar of the bizarre

it feels sort of wrong to dj while it's light out. i mean, inside katacombes surrounded by an awesome posse of artisan vendors making jewelry, prints, perfumes, clothing and wondrous strange trinkets, it was the same as it always is, unless you stood right next to the door to the patio and observed the weak light filtering through the cloud cover. but it still felt odd to leave and have a daytime sky around me. it's like i'd become old enough to be doing the early bird special for weird music dj's.

originally, i'd thought of doing something much different- darker and scarier and noisier- than what i'd done with the caustic lounge nights, but then it occurred to me that playing things to clear the room would be incredibly selfish. so this is pretty much vintage dj kali.

minimal man :: ascension
maska genetik :: haut
deutsch nepal :: rapist park junction
klangstabil :: anti-communication
violetshaped :: a skull in the cellar
coil :: nasa arab
scorn :: falling
cut hands :: festival of the dead
annie anxiety :: third gear
death in june :: only europa knows
screamin' jay hawkins :: i hear voices
scum :: ocean of white
novy svet :: chappaqua
le syndicat electronique :: on strike
leo anibaldi :: nothing has changed

that looks shorter than it was, since several of the tracks are longer ones, but it still did fly by. it was nice to be back on the wheels of plastic, especially since i hadn't had the chance to inflict music on people in a while.

just an observation: i am finding it weird that my habit of dj'ing from cds seems to be hung permanently in a world of uncool between those who normally dj exclusively from vinyl and those who work from laptops. those have become the acceptable options, whereas showing up with binders full of little silver discs immediately shows that you're not serious enough to commit to vinyl and at the same time not "with it" enough to have installed software so that you arrive plug-and-play ready.

nonetheless, i will continue to bring my trademark uncool whenever i can. i do hope that i get an opportunity to do something scary and noisy. preferably at someone's office party or bar mitzvah.

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Iron Toad said…
Who's Leo Anibaldi? Google says he's an "Italian deep house producer" which sorta sends shivers down my spine ;)
PS: Hi Kate, this is your old Myspace/Facebook chum Vlad from R-r-russia)
Kate MacDonald said…
Nice to see you here Vlad!

Don't worry, I haven't lost my mind (well, not all of it) or my tastes. Although Signor Anibaldi is largely associated with Italian house, the early releases I have of his are more akin to early-to-mid-nineties Coil, or like some of the material from the German Basic Channel label: mostly instrumental, beat-oriented (but not always danceable) electronic music with a bit of a dark or unsettling edge. The two releases I own are the Nothing Has Changed ep (which is techno-ish, but not house by any stretch) and the Muta album. I can honestly say that I don't know much about his career afterward, but I can only assume that it went in a very different direction.
Iron Toad said…
Oh, shall look up those tracks then. I used to be a sucker for basic Channel, still listen to them sometimes. Though had a radical change in tastes (which may be frightening too)). Back to very basics, 1950s R&B, rockabilly, that sorta thing. Songs the Cramps taught us;)

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