Youtube knows what I did last Friday

Dj Funk at the lil’ party we threw at Berns last Friday.

Seymour Bits at The Eye (and Pancakes)

A sure fire way to near empty a dance floor at an electro house club in four minutes: Start off your set with two funk slow jams with extensive keyboard solos.

How to make it half full again: Set Ableton Live to 126 bpm and add some Justice-esque noisy synths. (Which is sad in an of itself. I’ll get back to this in a day or two.)

I have mixed feelings about Seymour Bits. Dutch electro funk with fits of booty bass. He looked pretty cool on stage in a white jump suit with a minimal keyboard/two microphones/computer setup. Unfortunately he’s not as clever and funky as Chromeo in the slow jams and nowhere near as convincing and energizing as Dj Funk when commanding us to shake that Booty our Mama Gave Us. This, coupled with his obvious thing for go-go dancers* (which is only ever ok if done out of irony or by transvestites or ironic transvestites) leaves me biased. I didn’t think the set was particularly good but on the other hand I had quite a funky good time.

I haven’t made good on the whole buying a new camera thing yet so here’s another crappy phone cam video:

* There were no go-go dancers present last night. Thank God.

Things that rock: Pancakes. And wine.

Stilla Havet

Is the music tag standing out in the tag cloud to the right? I guess I’m pretty single minded. But how could I not share this very poor video capture of Pacific!’s great performance from last night at Glory Boat? (Note to self – buy decent camera, throw cell phone out the window. I hate the little thing anyway.)

Testosterone

Trucks. Big trucks. With bigger tires. In a huge arena, in front of an audience of 50 000. With one single goal. To jump on and over smaller cars so that these smaller cars get trashed. (You may also argue that their second goal is to make a hella racket but personally I think that’s just a cool side effect.)

I love it. And I don’t even have a driver’s license.

Yes, me and my wife attended Monster Jam at Ullevi (thanks for the tickets, Martin) and had a blast. I mean, look at them:

For more monster goodness, check out this freestyle run I shot of Maximum Destruction. Watch all the way through for the fireworks. Yes. Fireworks. How good can a single event get? (Sorry for the crappy mobile camera quality.)

This is not a death threat

I sometimes find myself thinking that it would be pretty convenient if select members of Swissair died in a horrible mountaineering accident or some such. Like, soon. That way I could sit around with their excellent little CDr releases (like iWish 039) and talk about how I saw them play at tiny venues all around Gothenburg while they gradually rise to become legends. But on the other hand that would be a great waste of talent. Not to mention that they seem to be genuinely nice guys.

Here they are at last night’s gig at (the very tiny indeed venue) Kjellmangatan 9:

Also on stage, The Medalist. Promising.