Usher ft. Young Thug – No Limit (Enchufe Remix)

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Remember “No Limit?” The soliders yo… so good. The pen n pixel album covers with mutherfuckers covered in digital fake diamond errthang was THE FUCKIN LIFE yo. Remember emcee MAC?! SILKK THE SHOCKER!? MASTER P to name a few… what happened to music since then? If you goin be corny, have some conviction fam. Not gonna lie, I normally cringe at the sight of a Usher remix and immediately hit the person back with a “fuck outta here fam” but Enchufe ripped this apart. So listen to it you fricks.

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Xavier White X Paul Couture – Bad Blood

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You wanna hear about bad blood? My ex came back from a vacation once (Birthright holiday to Israel to be exact) , only to break up with me due to her newly found religious beliefs since I didn’t share her new-found faith. Like, crazy shit, right?! So while she was telling me all this stuff I am just calmly walking around the living room with a garbage bag as though I’m cleaning and going “ahuhhh, yeahh…” and methodically getting everything she owned into this heavy duty garbage bag. When I was finished, and she was still talking lol, I handed her the bag and when she asked me what was in it (this is how fucking self involved she was. Didn’t even notice what I am doing!) I told her it’s a bunch of trash, so she went to the back of the house and instead of putting this in her fuckin’ car, she threw all her belongings from my home into the trash. I said nothing at that point and wished her good luck. A few months down the road she actually tried to hit me back saying it was a mistake. By then I had slept with her best friend and found everything about the current situation amusing as fuck.

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Aash Mehta – Wings (ft. Jess Forman)

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I’m hung over from the fireworks tonight. It was Australia last night blowing up the sky here in Vancouver BC and I drank a pitcher of Sangria then hurled bottles off my balcony till like, 4 am. So here is some future bass stuff.

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CHCKLK – Rising Up (Official Video)

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Not much needs to be said here. You just need to watch.

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Ofelia K – Killing Me

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Anyone that has been following my bullshit blogging knows that I have a soft spot for beautiful women with talent. Not as much of a soft spot for talentless beautiful women, as I am not a TOTAL loser… But Ofelia is one of the few artists who inspires me to dust off my pants  and ask a gal out for a milkshake or something. Anyways, Ofelia K always does really dope tasteful pop music. The type of pop music that makes me not ashamed to admit that I like pop music, and put it on the blog and be like, hey average listeners and lil hatin’ trolls, check out some POP MUSIC! Stop being too cool for some good tunes maaannnn. I could see this being synced to so many movie scenes. Some montage in a Hollywood love flick where a girl is packing her shit up and frustrated and trying not to call her ex and then cuts to the scene of the guy pretending to be happy while he’s out with his friends drowning his sorrows in liquor and shit like that, but then there are these slow pans throughout that show you how they’re just totally stuck thinking about each other. So basically most of my dating life.

 

 

 

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MAX – Lights Down Low (Two Friends Remix)

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I once had two friends. They were great friends yo. One was fat and the other had a lisp. We were inseparable and would always get into something. When I was a young lad growing up in Europe, there wasn’t much to do in my hood. I remember one day, not far from my house there was some construction happening. We found an unfinished balcony and decided to scale it and take running leaps from the 2nd story into the construction sand pile in in front of it. All was swell but my fat friend didn’t want to jump. He was scared he was going to hurt himself. After about half an hour of pestering him, the peer pressure set in and he jumped. Then broke both of his forearms in the dirt. Lesson here is, when someone says do drugs, don’t.

As far as peer pressure goes though, listen to me and play this MAX Remix by Two Friends you little fucks.

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SMIIRK – Goodbye

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I have the opposite problem to this song. I ALWAYS give em up and say goodbye. Only usually via text or just naturally through letting things crumble until neither party wants to touch base. My dating life is a joke pretty much. I think it’s cos of how many dad jokes and Simpsons references I crack on a daily basis. It’s actually quite horrible. These guys who’s music I’m posting must be like, “the fuck..?” well yo, I am talking about myself because ain’t nobody give a shit about your story unless there’s a story. So I just post the most potent part. The music.

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Mahama – Spoke The Words (Radio Edit)

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I went to the gym this morning so I am in no mood to type. My forearms hurt like the forearms of a teenage loser addicted to anime porn. Check out this chune by Mahama you frickin fricks.

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Stay Gold, Bass Coast (2016 review)

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The Main Stage. Photo (c) Neil McElmon

Another year, another fantastic show of talent by some of BC’s finest new media artists over at Bass Coast Project. After a week of the usual 9-5 desk work I couldn’t wait to get back to Nicola Valley, where the sun was shining despite the insane rainstorm we drove through to get there. (Anyone wishing to get caught up can read last year’s review here.)

I had to leave early on Sunday for a funeral, so unfortunately I can’t offer any insight into the final acts, but read on for a tour of the festival and the first two days’ highlights.

This year’s celebration was sold out months in advance (including early entry!), but with a capped attendance of 3000 people, things never felt too crowded. One of my favourite things about Bass Coast is the size. Getting in and out is a breeze, and so is carving out some room next to your friends if they happen to arrive early. Nobody pays extra to camp with their car which is also a huge plus.

So many hot people... Photo (c) Pollinator

So many hot people… Photo (c) Pollinator

The theme this summer was black and gold, which turned all the festivalgoers into literal eye candy. As if people who attend Babe Coast weren’t sexy enough… that shit had me questioning my sexuality!

La Cantina, Bass Coast’s least stage-y stage, was actually bumping some pretty sweet acts on Friday night with Dubconscious keeping things light in the evening and Goopsteppa‘s deep, bass-heavy set of spacey minimalism closer to dawn.

As much as I love the music at Bass Coast, I think I like the art even more, if only because it’s so rare — a sandbox of pure novelty, perfect for exploring between sets. The forest at the center of the three main stages serves as an interactive playground of multimedia installations. As expected, this year’s crop did not fail to amaze. There was a giant rotating, colour-changing kaleidoscope that you could stick your face into so it encompassed your entire field of vision, and a gumball machine that spat out little capsules containing missions! There was also a cozy black-lit platform painted with intricate patterns, ideal for midnight chillin’, upon which I encountered a HUGE beetle that shimmered like a gasoline puddle! (At least… I think that happened?)

“The Registroid”. Photo (c) Khaos Photos

Artist duo Monkey C Interactive deserves a special shout-out for creating two of the most engaging pieces at this year’s incarnation. The Registroid is an antique cash-register-turned-DJ controller that always had a crowd of people surrounding it. Anyone who played with the Registroid for long enough was rewarded when the drawer popped open to reveal a hidden trading post full of treasures to choose from.

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“Remix Railings”. Photo (c) Joe Flow

Monkey C also turned the railings of the bridge leading to the campground into a DJ controller, with touch-sensitive points triggering beats courtesy of longtime Bass Coast performer Longwalkshortdock. It was always a pleasure passing over the bridge to see people running their fingers along the railings and discovering that even the bridge was interactive.

Aside from La Cantina, Bass Coast has three stages: Slay Bay, Pirate Radio, and the Main Stage. I caught SkiiTour at Pirate Radio on Saturday Night, who are known for filling the air at their shows with fake snow (bubbles and foam!).

Combined with the light show and the incredible dance music SkiiTour was feeding us, I was completely overwhelmed by the mastery of it all. Pirate Radio has a huge net suspended between trees for partiers to relax in (a blessing). In the morning, it offered back-to-back yoga classes.

Slay Bay was done up like a steampunk distillery for DJs to cook up beats behind. Situated right by the water with a newly established bar next door, Slay Bay is the place to be in the daytime. Lighta! Sound hosted the annual reggae jam here on Saturday afternoon.

The main stage provides a platform for some of the more eccentric acts at the festival (I’m looking at you, Blondtron), including those that need the extra space to move, like female dance group Luciterra. My favourite set here definitely had to be Ekali’s on Friday night, a gritty, hip-hop inspired mix that saw even the spacious main stage packed with people.

Bass Coast also hosts a series of thought-provoking workshops throughout the day. Class subjects ranged from tea to music production to how-to’s for successful threesomes ;)

I won’t ramble on too much about logistics, but there are a few things that I feel really set Bass Coast apart when it comes to how it is run. No corporate sponsorship, no price gouging, and no cutting corners around artist compensation. Visual artists receive grants to complete projects for the event. Everyone gets paid. Considering how small Bass Coast is (and how often organizers offer artists “exposure” as compensation), this is significant. They’ve also got a kickass team of people in charge of harm reduction over at the festival’s Sanctuary, ensuring 24-hour access to a wide scope of safety-centric resources.

While I was attending the media orientation I ran into a delightful gentleman, Eamon Armstrong, who was covering Bass Coast for Fest300. Eamon passed on an interesting piece of advice about festival writing: he suggested writing not about the music or schedule of events, but the human condition within the context of that environment. His words reminded me of last year, when I dropped my wallet and collected it 10 minutes later from the lost and found with all $200 cash untouched. Then I thought back to my first year, where I fell into a funk on the last day and reenergized by collecting hugs from strangers until I no longer felt out of place.

Music festivals can be overwhelming at times, but I always feel empowered by the knowledge that everyone is looking out for each other, contributing to a communal good vibe that fuels the individual each time they glance around. There is something that changes in people when they’re given the chance to get out of the rat race and celebrate life at an event dedicated entirely to the beauty of human expression; a kind of fullness that overflows into a desire to give rather than take. Bass Coast is a perfect example of that.

Thank you Bass Coast Project! Until next time!