This Thursday at Bar Fausto we're getting out our elastic pants and not giving a damn about your hairdo. Come and hang with your mane Neon brown. 9pm-12am. All Vinyl. All Night. Alright.
Hey there my sensual Lovemakers!
I am happy to announce that Bar Fausto will be releasing a mixtape my dude Zak Harper and I recorded on cassette (don't worry, the cassette comes with a digital download code, so you'll be able to play it on your tracking devices) this Valentine's day.
Come on into Bar Fausto Wednesday, February 14th for a special Valentine's day event. There will be drinks specials, which include the free mixtape, a record/tape swap, and a performance by Big J Beats. As always, I will be holding down the music with an all vinyl J Dilla tribute in celebration of his birthday, February 7th.
I am very happy with this mixtape. Zak and I curated a solid 60-minute mix of smooth boogie and funk that will get you in the mood for love.
I hope you can make it out!
- 7 pm - 9 pm - Record/tape swap
- 9 pm - 10 pm - Neon Brown J Dilla tribute set
- 10 pm - 11 pm - Big J Beats Performance
- 11 pm - 12 am - Neon Brown J Dilla tribute set
Neon Brown will be DJing at Fort Greene Bar on Friday, Jan. 12th 2018 from pm-12am.
If you're in the Denver area Thursday, Jan. 11th 2018 swing by Bar Fausto (3126 Larimer St) for some good times. Bar Fausto is a Hip, industrial hangout serving craft cocktails, beer & wine, plus charcuterie & other small plates.
In addition to the small plates, my medium sized mean mug will be there playing music that will warm your little heart palpitations. 9pm-12am.
Stop by and give me a keeiss.
I got some shows this month. Come and shake a leg or a butt pad.
NBR is back, sort of. I have been wicked busy with workings of a third kind for the summer and have not had any time to dedicate to bathroom humor jokes and mixes of beautiful music. Until now.
The mix associated with these jokes provided by my associate Desi Mulcahy (Terri Gross) is a live mix I did a couple months back. All BOOGIE.
Click the image below to stream the latest episode.
This year is going to be good one. There has been an Edan sighting.
"Help" is produced by Edan and features the Humble Magnificent on a verse. As well, Wiki and Your Old Droog rock proper over a tantalizing beat, which meshes Rob Base and Frank Zappa's "Help I'm a Rock"/"It takes Two."
Your Old Droog "Help" feat. Edan and Wiki
This right here is a beautiful thing. Just Blaze vs Swizz Beatz. The two face off, playing bangers from their catalogs.
Check it out and enjoy.
Happy New Year!
Since it is the new year, I thought I'd send a little something-something out to everyone on the big brother monitoring system.
Below are two remixes of Erykah Badu and D'Angelo. Download them for free and do what you will with them.
Enjoy and I will see you out on the battlefield this year. We have a lot of issues that have yet to surface but when they do, I hope to see every one of you fighting for your rights and the rights of others.
On this sobering morning, I am at a loss for words. Blanketed by the foreseen fate of our ailing nation. Watching the development off in the distance like a storm on the western plains. The beautiful chaos dancing between the ancient formations of the land. Knowing, that from a distance I am safe. Able to stare into the eye of madness and project the strength of a thousand men. Though, once it advances, I know I am dead.
I believe the story, which is featured below and written by my brother Zach in 2007 holds true to our current situation. A metaphoric illustration of America from its creation to present day. I thought I'd share it with you.
Wind swept high over the rim of the North Park depression, sending snow, ice, and debris from seasons past into the thin morning air - seen from below, a crystalline trail of tobacco smoke betraying the den of some great reclining mountain dweller. The horse's breath drifted thick, semi-opaque, white in the first rays of sunlight, mimicking the path of the eastbound airstream. Sounds of the waking forest came omnidirectional: the metallic crunch of twice-frozen snow, lodgepole pines creaking in the breeze, the hollow clatter of two trunks contacting in their rebound. His hands, arthritic and cracked dry, shook slightly in the cold as he reached for the sorrel's reigns. He placed his boot in the stirrup, and heaved himself over into the saddle. The sorrel swayed slightly adjusting to its new weight, taking one step forward and to the side, then settling back onto three legs, the right front shoe raised delicately with the leg bent into a forward facing V, the head tilted down and quietly chomping the bit as some obeisant runner presenting for assignment to faraway lands.
The sun through the pines wove a laticework of stark light and shadow on the cold ground, a vermiculate and ever shifting tapestry - now brighter, now darker - textured as tufted fur by the thick bed of dried, brittle needles from summer upon summer precedent.
He flicked the reigns forward, administering a light prodding kick to the sorrel's flanks with the heels of his dusty boots. They moved forward as one on a downhill slope, the sun at their backs through the trees. Seen from below, the just-breaking orb of sun blocked all detail of them save the diffraction halo bursting from their edge - a holy centaur blinding in illumination.
He kicked again, increasing their speed, the air moving over his face now numbing his lips. The thin line of grey granite stretched across the horizon, approaching, becoming wider with each lope, more defined. The cracks and color variations of the rock came into focus in reckless contrast to the cold blue skyline resting upon it - hard, textured organic earth giving way evanescently, but indisputably, to azure infinity. The trees receded on both sides a short distance from the edge, resembling the curtain frame of an old movie theater, its massive screen blue and featureless - depth without definition, two dimensional or three.
The centaur tested that definition, that cold blue space/plane, the horse's eyes widening with fright, unable to divert - its will not its own, but reposed rather in the pilot above - the man's eyes narrow with purpose. Seen from below, they broke the barrier: appearing first head, then body, then wind-flapping tail. Born from the nothingness of granite to the being of sky. For a brief time, this foetal beast was a bird.
Jean-Jacques Perrey, electronic music pioneer, and composer passed away this past Friday from complications with lung cancer. He was 87 years of age.
He is known for being one of the earliest creators of electronic pop, alongside his contemporaries Gershon Kingsley and Dick Hyman. One of the first to utilize the Moog synthesizer upon its release, Perrey created surreal robotic orchestrations that give an eerie, sometimes funky, yet serene atmosphere.
On October 15, 1986, the New York Mets came back from a three-run deficit in the ninth and beat the Houston Astros in 16 innings to win the pennant. This film recreates the Mets' infamous postgame celebration, from champagne in the jacuzzi to the destruction of a perfectly good Ozark Airlines DC-10. Starring the voices of Lenny Dykstra, Dwight Gooden, Kevin Mitchell, and Darryl Strawberry.
I have compiled a list of the 2016 best podcasts focussed on vinyl records. In the past ten years, vinyl sales have risen significantly and radio has taken a plunge. Podcasts have become the go to but what about podcasts focussed strictly on music? Specifically vinyl records.
Here's the list, as well as an image of the cast of Seinfeld as Juggalos.
Tonight I will be DJing at the Meadowlark Kitchen (2705 Larimer Street) in downtown Denver from 10pm - close. Come through and enjoy some delicious food and drinks and say what up.
For the past couple month's I've been on a northern soul and rock tip but tonight we shall get funky. I'll be playing a lot of funk, boogie, soul and hip hop. All vinyl, all night, all right. Get out into the Denver nightlife and enjoy yourself with the one and only Neon Brown. There's only one Thursday a week and that Thursday belongs to you, me, your jiggling butt cheeks and dancing feet.
The homie Deca released his music video yesterday for "Waiting" off of his upcoming solo album Forest Agates. The video premiered on Hip Hop DX but if you missed it, here it is.
"Waiting" is a stop motion video created by Deca using an iPhone and many hours of precise movements. He captures the complex human experience through the creation of mandalas. The psychedelic imagery leads a beautifully written, thought-provoking song, which focusses on the disarray of our modern age. As Deca travels the existential path to enlightenment, he encounters visceral obstacles, which can lead to his downfall and or rising. Everything is everything.
Take a look and listen and pre-order Deca's album Forest Agates now at Band Camp