Only thing missin' is chuck norris and a badass fight sequence

Dubsteppin like a boss

stole this from our man in los angeles, but judging from the 25 million + views on the old youtube, i'm sure he won't mind.

WHERE DOES HE GET SUCH WONDERFUL TOYS!?!?!?!?

he was born with 'em.

apparently, i was too, i just don't know how to make 'em work like that.

BUT... i am willing... to... learn?

Blowin' up, yo!!!

this video cracks me up. i mean, it's just extreme to the extreme, for the sake of being extreme and nothing else.

the song is badass, but to name it "best drum and bass song EVER" is a bit much. or maybe it's the constant image of buildings being blown up that makes it unique. either way, it makes me think back to a time when watching 8MM or head banger's ball late at night would give me that edgy yet slightly frightened spike in awareness.

i dunno.

just play the song, get up and throw your body in violent motions back and forth and you'll be good.

It's fri-deezy so do the happy dance!!!

you know you're doing it.

as you should.

carry on.

(image via skull swap)

And now for this important safety announcement:

image via those crazy fucking brits

Sunfreakz

what do i want? what do i fuckin' want? i want an imaginary object -- a woman who makes me feel like sophia here feels.

People often ask me, "what is the appeal of trance?"

and i reply:

(play the below video while you read this, maybe it'll help)


well, it starts... with a beat. a nice, steady, uptempo beat. it's a beat you can feel in your body. primordial in fact. we all have it. it's the beat we walk to when we're havin' a good day, feelin' on top of the world.

that's the muthafuckin' beat.

and then you have melody. a sweet, breath and air melody... that floats... it floats atop the beat. and we're feelin' good. and the melody waves and waves and it makes you smile. maybe it's a synth... maybe it's an acoustic guitar. a woman's voice. or maybe all three! or neither! or something else! but no matter what it is you hear it and you're uptempo, and your havin' a good day body can't help but smile to it. and move to it.

and that's the muthafuckin' melody.

it's all that's necessary. the breaks, the builds, the climax... all natural. organic to the beat and the melody. your body knows and the dj knows and it's a big communal revelation.

it's fucking bad ass.

it's the soundtrack to my life, too. seems to teeter back and forth between those dark, sometimes depressive minor keys... back and forth, forever it seems. and then, FINALLY, it...

resolves.

i think that's pretty fucking cool.

Kim sozzi the hit machine

the golden touch.

that's gotta be it.

the voice of an angel (*BULLSHIT*), the looks of a goddess (*BUUUULSHIT*), and the pipes of an organ on sunday (*WASTEOFTIME*)...

which in christianese means a bunch of good shit.

also, this girl has everything goin' for her.

so let's get up and dance.