Desert Bloom Phoenix 1 : the first shot fired in the war against squareness
At the tail end of the year 2009, after turning 30, buying my first house, and with a daughter on the way, the realization that life gallops past at a thoroughbred pace dawned violently on me. I'd spent that year and several before it highly focused on earning money, developing new skills, and pursuing social goals, but only doing my true and lifelong passion, music, in erratic spurts. That needed remedy, so I promised my soul that I would make up for that neglect, and then some. I declared to myself and whoever was listening on Twitter that 2010 was to be the "Year of Music."
So, after a brief exchange on Twitter, I wrote an frenzied email to Gangplank jefe Derek Neighbors with a raw flurry of ideas about how music could be integrated into the electric hive that is GP. Some of the twisted suggestions I proffered included John Zorn-esque musical "games," collaborative recording sessions, and a multi-act live showcase that Neighbors dubbed a 'musical Ignite.'
The root of my ideas about where music fits in with Gangplank is that I want to provide a conduit for those who burn with artistic talent, but whose creativity has been shunted to the side, ignored, or suppressed by the quotidian demands of life. Over the past year, I'd met dozens of people who, like me, had subjugated their passions due to work or social pressures. These people are busting at the seams with creativity and just needed a clean shot at self-expression in a supportive environment. Partially inspired by the Phoenix Design Community movement, I wanted to connect all these people with each other so that they could vibe with, encourage, and learn from each other, cross-pollinating different styles and media.
To my simultaneous gratification and mortification, Neighbors posted the email, complete with heinous fat-fingered misspellings, as the opening thread on the new Gangplank Studios Basecamp workgroup. A bunch of super rad folks joined the group. Not long afterward, a tour of the secret new Gangplank compound was arranged, and Brandon Franklin, Greg Taylor, and I showed up. When we saw that new expanse of space, we flipped our wigs and started babbling like howler monkeys about the possibilities. A few days later, we had a high-powered vegetarian passion lunch and ambitiously set the date for the first big GP music event, which we decided should be a variant on the live-showcase 'musical Ignite,' but without slides. Short, impactful live sets from a wide variety of artists, not enough time with any one artist for the audience to get bored. Humming with excitement, we set about recruiting acts. I reached out to a bunch of Phoenix Design Community folks who I knew were music freaks, Greg Taylor roped in Johnny Dudley.
Shortly afterward, the frighteningly rad Brandon Mason joined our committee, and agreed to head up the inclusion of visual art into the event. This was a major plus, as at an earlier meeting we'd discussed our desire to add art to the event but were afraid that we'd not have time to properly wrangle it. Mason is a high-powered art pokemon with enviable organizational skills, and we knew that he was th' one who could bring that part of the vision into the realm of reality.
The goals of Desert Bloom Phoenix #1 were as follows : 1) Expose the hithertofore unpublicized or partially-concealed musical and artistic talents of folks in the creative / tech community 2) Create an environment where these creatives can meet, talk, and hopefully spark conversations that will lead to collaboration and cross-pollination. As we termed it, a crucible for astounding original music and art collaboration. 3) Have an bodacious time
Jason Ayers, who is not only a brilliant designer and technologist, but also a gifted digital composer, graciously donated an immense 2000-watt sound system for Desert Bloom. We set it up at the Hacknight before the event, and from the first sound check, we knew that this thing was going to be a shack-shaker. Our favorite hardware hackers HeatSync Labs hooked us up with the halogen lights used to illuminate the art space.
Ward Andrews designed the DB logo and also had a secret ace up his sleeve -- he performed as mysterious iPad-wielding techno boombraperator Mister Shape.
Through the entire planning process, the Gangplank core crew and Neighbors in particular were totally supportive and did whatever was needed to make Desert Bloom a reality. Gangplank is the reason that Desert Bloom happened; it's like the only fertile soil in a vast expanse of desert, from which a vibrant bloom erupts and so changes the landscape.
On the day of the event, I was flipping out on a loopy adrenaline high and the sequence of happenings just unfolded like a Transformer. The irrepressible Brandon Franklin, who is our de facto captain, and Brandon Mason, who adroitly handled the visual art aspect, both took the day off work to prep Gangplank for the event. I came in at about 4pm, not long before Greg, and soon after, the entire Gangplank posse started helping us clear all the work tables and other stuff from the room. Good thing, too, because we'd grossly underestimated how long it would take to break down and stow all the tables and computers used by Forty and Integrum. With the assistance of all those cats, we got the place cleared just ahead of the 6pm time when we'd instructed the artists to show up.
Mason arranged a bunch of tables over where the arcade games usually sit and covered them, the walls, and every damn thing with this cool black fabric that he found at SAS. This was a stroke of brilliance that made it a lot easier to view the art without distraction.
Preston Lee of Sonic Binge Records / Whiskey Three arrived to help set up the live and recorded sound. His help, along with Ayers', was an amazingly generous boon to Desert Bloom -- none of the organizers know diddley about live audio engineering, and their combined efforts really ensured that the proverbial plane didn't crash into the mountain.
Hors-d'oeuvres sponsors 24 Carrots arrived with a grip of freshly-made hummus and strawberry lemonade to refresh the participants and audience. 24 Carrots owner Sasha brought along several volunteers to help distribute the goodies and promote their delightful take on herbivore cuisine. Having these folks donate food was a definite mutual coup, as everybody seemed to enjoy the tasty snax and 24 Carrots got exposed to over 100 cool new prospective customers.
We'd also surreptitiously picked up 150 mini cupcakes from Butter and Me to fete the birthday of a person who I can only describe as the soul of entrepreneurship in Phoenix, Francine Hardaway. Butter and Me went beyond their customary outstanding level of quality and service by inscribing these with "Happy Birthday Francine" and delivering them to Gangplank free of charge.
The visual artists started trickling in, and Mason deftly wrangled their works onto the display stage. The final effect was arresting, with colorful paintings and illustrations from Shannon Elizabeth Harden, Tony Deschiney, and myself, along with a video installation by Alex Clauss, as a backdrop for fascinating metal sculptures by Eric Krogh, Heather Kozan, and Mason with his collaborator Kyle Wagner. Ward Andrews mounted his intriguing 'Maze' piece across the room.
Our incredible ticket-taking volunteer Eileen Kane arrived and posted up by the door, ready to take tickets and keep track of how many folks actually showed up. We'd sold out of the initial 125-ticket release in less than a week, so we'd made an additional 50 or so tickets available. Out of something like 140 tickets 'sold,' 100-some-odd ticketholders showed over the course of the evening, along with a couple dozen folks who didn't have tickets (but we let them in anyway).
After a fevered couple of hours getting the place set up, "Mister Shape" made the walls ripple with this unique boom-bop-bleep techno music. Then, opening DJ Roger "Halfacat" Williams took to the decks to spin for an hour as people started filtering in and hobnobbing. A bunch of people I talked to who knew Williams well hadn't known he had skills on the wheels of steel, which flabbergasted me, because I'd seen him back in December with his outstanding taste in drum-n-bass and great beatmatching skills. His set at DB ranged from DnB through dubstep and then into classic industrial dance, including one of my very favorite songs by "My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult".
After Williams wrapped, Brandon Franklin and I introduced the lovely and talented Niki Voyatzis, who mesmerized the crowd with her enveloping rendition of Debussy's "Reverie." A beautiful and hypnotic way to ring in the inaugural Desert Bloom event.
Next on stage were the sharp-dressed Tonia Bartz and Noah Dyer, a couple of Phoenix tech pros together known as "Bad as Pink and Plaid." They played a delightful set with songs showcasing both of their voices along with an energetic cover of Elton John and Kiki Dee's "Don't Go Breaking My Heart."
In between sets, Franklin and I attempted to play and create tracks from our industrial-cyberpunk duo project, forcedFuture, but were dogged by technical problems and equipment crap-outs. After a few less-than-satisfying tries, we handed the inter-act dead air to expert soul DJ Jason "Molotrash" Garcia.
Northwest Coast transplant Johnny Dudley came up next and slayed the crowd with his exceptionally good rock 'n' roll singing and guitar playing, backed by his pal Jay. I'd never heard Dudley before, and I reckon that few in the crowd had, either. His powerful tenor voice and strong stage presence were pretty captivating, even for those who don't really go in for that alternative rock stuff.
After Dudley's set was complete, there was a brief intermission followed by an open jam session. We'd hoped to get people from the audience to pick up instruments and join the jam, but they were too shy. This is something that we really hope to improve at the next several Desert Bloom events -- we want the audience to interact more, uh, actively. We plan to design the next installments with more compelling incentive for mass participation.
Revving back into the meat of the program, redPear honchos Brandon Willey and Krystofer James Van Slyke took the stage as Chump Express. Pumping out a high-energy, rhythm-driven music they called 'Urban Folk," they astounded the audience with their live-sampling and beatboxing skills, reaching a crescendo with their fleet-paced educational rap "The Alphabet Song." This performance was definitely one of the highlights for me.
There were little kids dancing to the music through a lot of the first hours of the event, which was rad and enhanced the atmosphere. If little kids think it's groovy, it probably is in fact groovy. Their energy is contagious.
The party began to spill out the front door. At times, it seemed like half the crowd was hanging out at the big improvised tailgate where beers were swilled and guitars strummed. I wished that they'd be inside listening to the acts and viewing the art, but everybody was having such a good time and meeting new people, so I guess that it fit in with the whole Desert Bloom vision.
While I shakily manned the soundboard, Preston Lee and John Bielo, backed by Willey on percussion, cranked out a tuneful set of 90s-style rock. Bielo is a great lead guitar player, and Lee's shimmering Stratocaster guitar tone is very distinctive; these factors along with Preston's blond wig drew the audience into their sound-world. It was really nice to hear these tunes with percussion, as Whiskey Three has been only two humans for some time.
Preston returned after his set to rescue me from the sound duty, and another jam happened. Jams, when kept to a audaciously short length, are mega fun; there's something about improvised expression that's just not duplicable elsewhere.
Throughout the event, the awesome Brett Walker of Phoenix Productions filmed everything with his super fancy video camera while Greg Taylor, Chanelle Richardson, and Devon Adams documented with still cameras.
Jason Ayers AKA Consumer then began his mind-bending set of original electronic music. He debuted a brand-new composition which he'd written just for Desert Bloom, a dubby funk piece called "Sunnyslope." Ayers also played live guitar samples on his peerlessly hip seafoam-green Fender. Then, he strode into the audience, sat down on the couch that was front-and-center, and proceeded to control his music via iPad while chilling with audience members on the sofa. People watched intently as Ayers manipulated the faders. We'd wanted to demolish the barrier between performer and audience at Desert Bloom, and Ayers made that intent concrete.
Hip-hopper Andrew "Courdek" Coppola with DJ Les followed to close out the live music portion of the evening, and golly, they sure rocked the joint. The crowd had unfortunately thinned out by about 50% by the time they got on stage, but Courdek's crowd-moving skills created an intense and participatory experience for those smart enough to stick around. He actually had the group of Gangplanker close to the stage waving their #*%^$*#^@*ing hands in the air as if they just didn't care. It was an electrifying experience. Dj Les also incited what Mark Dudlik aptly described as a "very very very very very white boy dance competition" with his stone-solid beats and Q-Bert-esque scratching. Courdek and Les unquestionably brought the energy of Desert Bloom to an intense peak.
Jason "DJ Molotrash" Garcia wrapped up the night with a schmoove soul / funk / R+B set that really put the perfect finish on a wild evening. Much to my chagrin, though, the crowd really started to disperse after Courdek's set, so only around 30 people got to hear Molotrash on the decks.
Some drums were played along with the R+B tunes; after Garcia decided to stop spinning, another impromptu jam broke out, which rocked late into the night. Ayers masterfully sampled snippets of the jam and built cool aural constructs out of them, much to everyone's surprise and pleasure. Brandon Franklin went bananas on the cajon, which was itself a pretty awesome thing. Finally, random folks from the audience started to join in, taking the microphone or hitting drums. In some ways, for me, this was the coolest part of the whole event. All the curiosity, connection, and emotion that had built up over the past 5 hours kind of erupted into a spontaneous musical happening.
Everybody was pretty well spent by about 1:00am, so we called it an night. James Archer, who evidently has either an inexhaustible reservoir of energy or a nuclear power pack, kindly stayed until after 2am to help us put the Gangplank tables back roughly in their correct neighborhoods. Sunny Thaper reappeared to help as well. Sometime after 2am, the Brandons and I were collapsed into the lobby chairs, and the adrenaline of awesomeness was finally starting to wear off.
We learned a lot of important lessons from DBP1 and are getting a lot of really valuable feedback from the audience and participants about how we can make the next events in the series much better. People were clamoring for more visual art, so that will figure even more heavily into upcoming DBs. Some of the featured artists at DB1 sold works on the spot or made connections with potential patrons, which is outstanding and the sort of result we want to see more in future.
The experience was really a powerful one for me, and, I venture to guess, for many of the participants and attendees. The event and the energy it created testified to what can be accomplished when a large group of passionate people, supported by an institution like GP, give maximally of themselves to make something amazing occur. I know from post-DBP conversations that it was a catalyst for some pretty significant life decisions, projects, and connections amongst those who attended and participated. It had a transformative feeling, like something powerful had really happened to the Phoenix creative community, and was happening, something galvanizing and irreversible. (34,158)
This is a public service announcement to let all Latewire readers know that English producer Burial is the best music artist of the milennium.
On Burial's two records, "Burial" and "Untrue," switchblade trebles and gut-shifting bass duke it out in a spare reverberating mix, while plaintive samples moan and wail. The musical style is often called "dubstep," a direct descendent of another non-crummy UK music genre, drum + bass. But where drum + bass is rapid and and cerebral, Burial and the best dubstep are wobbly, 140-bpm lacerations that are at least as suited to solo-dolo sulking about as they are dancefloors. The tunes are simultaneously soothing and jarring, and their gloomy crispness makes any day feel like a March rain. Like, imagine if drum + bass had a kid with early Massive Attack, and you're getting there.
SPACEAPE
Burial's music has more feeling and creativity in one phrase than all th' garbage emo-metal and faceless Starbucks drug-casualty music put together. Chill them #$%^&* out and listen to this music now. It will help.
Here's another tune that saves lives in a very different way -- 2006's "Yeah Yeah" by Bodyrox. Beware prudes! Sex and nudity within, also amplifier desecration.
STOP DYING IT'S NOT TOO LATE TO GET YOUR SHAPE BACK (36,942)
So, how do you feel about trading goods and services in-kind? How do you feel about hand puppets? How do you feel about rap?
This video will help you answer all these questions. My presentation from Ignite Phoenix 5 : "Use What You Got To Get What You Want."
Rap text :
When I say "Sales Tax" you say "Auuugh!" Sales tax! [Auuugh!] Sales tax! [Auuugh!] When I say "Community," you say "Exchange!" Community! [Exchange!] Community! [Exchange!] Now clap with me... one, two, three, hit it!
Sales tax as a tax is regressive That means to the poor, it's oppressive Money has problems, that's what we say For local commerce, there's a better way! What is it that we propose to do? Let's trade things of real value!
Don't you know we're trading Hard hats for driveway surfaces Web pages for legal services Copywriting for photography Food for books, aiyyo, it's better than money!
Aiyyo I got some carrots! Yo I got some plums! Let's trade together So we both can have some!
Awwww yeah, that's the way that we do Trading goods and services in kind is not for fools! Hahahar! We got it made -- While I got a chance now, let me make this trade!
We're trading in kind, we hope you don't mind now Skills plus goods -- more value than money, hey all right! We get to better know each other When we trade in-kind with one another
Informal or organized, this trade is fly! Don't forget to file your 1099! Community exchange, it rocks the spot Use what you got to get what you want!
This is more of a political take on why we're on the path towards a collapse in the dollar.
UPDATE: More technical data available here... looks like this video is going to need updating pretty soon.
Rough Transcript:
[cycle through lbt faces]In my last video, I outlined why it is that so many libertarian-minded people believe the dollar is headed towards collapse.
If you're new to this subject, it's natural to assume that we're all exaggerating, and are probably overstating the problem in order to scare people for our own personal gain--whether it be for votes [rp], money [ps], or youtube popularity [me].
[thumbs up]This level of cynicism is perfectly healthy. In fact, anytime anybody is [al gore] trying to convince you that the sky is falling, it's probably a good idea to assume that they're full of it, because most of the time, you'd be correct.
[7mike moore] There is money to be made and [8george bush] power to be gained out of fear. Anyone who believes everything they're spoon-fed by a person or political party [9picture of idiots1] is probably an idiot.[10picture of idiots2] Regardless of who your idles might be, they're human after all, so always keep that in mind.
[11clear]That said, there are plenty of reasons to believe we're on the path towards a collapse in the dollar. Most of them are historical.
[12 stop collapse]First of all, there is only one way to avoid a collapse in our currency, and that's to stop printing money. [13 stop collapse2]This sounds simple enough, but as I explained in my last video, to do this you must balance the budget. There are only 2 things you can do to balance the budget. [14 stop collapse3] You either have to increase taxes, reduce government spending, or some combination of both.
[15 deficit]If you know your history, you know that only time our budget has been balanced within the past 40 years was a brief period that occurred a decade ago unde r president Clinton. Many believe that even this tiny blip of fiscal sanity was actually an accident.
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[18 - spending] As you can see from this graph, never in his 8 years of office did clinton EVER reduce government spending. The reason the budget became balanced was in a small part due to an increase in individual income taxes, but mostly due to an UNEXPECTED increase in tax revenues due to the boom and bubble in our economy occurring at the time.
[19 stop collapse3]A boom like that of the late 1990's is extremely unlikely to occur within the next few decades. In addition, raising taxes in the foreseeable future would have a devastating effect on the our already beleaguered economy. This would lead, paradoxically to even less revenue. [20 stop collapse3 - no taxes]Therefore, the only option that remains is to dramatically reduce government spending and to pay down the national debt. This is where the trouble begins.
[21 spending]Government spending has risen, in real terms, almost every year for the past 60 years. Obama has promised to cut the 2010 budget from its all-time high in 2009,[22 New Deficit] but if you exclude 2009, his budget projection still requires a deficit three times as big as the record set by President Bush.
[23 Budget 1]Obviously the bailouts were to blame for most of the spending increases in 2009, but when you look at the 2008 budget, you can clearly see that our problems will not end when the bailouts do. The budget is still far too large and the debt grows larger every day. Many believe that simply pulling out of Iraq would solve the budget shortfall. The problem is that the numbers just don't add up.
[24 Budget 2]Even if you took out Iraq spending, the deficit still remains.
[25 - New Revenue] On top of all that, the tax revenue for 2009 going forward is going to be much lower. This would require an even GREATER reduction in spending to balance the budget.[26 - New Debt] When you factor in the bailouts, things get even worse. Even by extremely conservative estimates, like this one provided by the government itself, our debt will overtake our GDP in less than 2 decades.
[26 Question mark] So what do YOU think? Does it look like we're doing anything about our currency situation? Based on the horrible track record of our politicians, is there anything out there to suggest we're taking care of this? Would any of our politicians risk losing an election in a futile attempt to persuade congress to save our currency? What if the necessary spending cuts are in medicare or social security? Coming out in favor of cutting either of those programs is practically a death sentence to politician's career.
[1 lbt]With all that in mind, do the warnings of hyperinflation and collapse in the dollar seem all that far-fetched? Do you really believe the republicans and democrats in power are going to recognize and do what is necessary? (167,039)
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