flatsol

Interests:
photography & image creation design history & practice science & technology dance & abstract movements writing & blogging/linking sensuality & eroticism cooking & sensory manipulation branding & marketing apparel & styling pirating & getting by

Music taste:
I grew up with percussion, both tutored and school band, reaching a pinnacle of interest via vibraphone and timpani. Playing in jazz bands introduced me to swing, big band, be bop, bossa; playing in pep bands introduced me to classic rock. Rolling around the hills in a hot-boxed diesel introduced me to gangsta rap, 3rd wave ska-punk, and industrial techno. In the pre-2000 rave days in California, and by ripping into imported DJ Mag, mp3.com, and combing through Napster via my first cable internet connection, I found trance, house, progressive, drum and bass, 2step, and any other electronic dance music that was identifiable. I burned mostly trance though, for its melody, climax, and plurry vibe. (Most successful tracks shared a compressed classical structure, or at least, the same emotional dynamic.) 2000. At university, the music majors dwarfed me with their sight reading prowess so I resigned to music history classes in Symphony, Electronic Dance Music, and Jazz, and digital digging via AudioGalaxy and DirectConnect, and connecting with the Los Angeles spoken word and bboy scenes. I was thus immersed in hip hop boombap, soul, trip hop, downtempo, nu-jazz, dub, afrobeat, electro, and new wave. I had a soft spot for Creedance Clearwater Revival and Fleetwood Mac. 2004. Once definitively becoming a student of street/club/hiphop dance, I also became a student of electrofunk, neosoul, jazzfunk, rare groove, deep house, idm, and jungle. At the same time, I found the burgeoning sound of cosmic slop, the convergence of idm and hip hop, and the revivals of clash and post-punk folk indie new wave (or whatever). 2008. At this point, music is so open. Dilla has died, Roy Ayers has been rejuvenated, MIA has come, Interpol has faded, and dubstep is around the corner. Photography brings me to Flying Lotus. Cocorosie calms me down. Frequenting digger joints in San Francisco introduces me to psych rock, garage, and post-disco boogie funk. And towards the end of the year I am impressed by the convergence of glitch hop, broken beat, lazer bass, and electro pop. Still able to get down to forgotten sounds of West African funk, Jamaican blues, early Detroit tech, and Counterculture poetry. ...... ...... [shrug] as if it matters.

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