New album from duo Deca X Neon Brown, The Donner Party. Now available on all digital streaming platforms. Vinyl available at deca.bandcamp.com.
Hey there people of the future!
I wanted to let you know about this special event Red C and I are putting on at the Meadowlark on Saturday, Jan. 19th.
It’s an all vinyl boogie, funk, soul event which will cater to more of the rare side of these records and artists. For those that only want the hits, no worries, we have those as well. Plus, the event is free!
Its going to be a great night filled with beautiful music and good people. I hope you can all make it out.
Playing them serious cuts.
I'll be playing an open format all vinyl set on Friday, June 1st at Big Trouble.
Come and enjoy some good food, great drinks and bangers on wax.
See you there, or in your nightmares.
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.
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.
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.