Events, Movement Festival

I Miss Dancing Every Night and Day!

06.04.11 | 1 Comment

Day Two of my Memorial Day weekend in Detroit was equally fantastic. I rode up to Avalon International Breads to hang out, jot down some notes of the previous days events, have espresso (which was pretty good), drink kombucha, and eat more than one sea salt chocolate chip cookie. Those cookies are GOOD. Chocolate, salt, and good chewy-ness, come on. Plus, after being around lots of people the previous day, I needed some solo time. This bakery is fantastic – lots of local ingredients, organic ingredients, delicious pastries and breads. I got to sit and watch them dump out enormous buckets of bread dough and cut and shape it into loaves. And they have an industrial composting program! It’s so rare to see businesses compost their waste. It drives me nutty to see restaurants and other food related businesses use compostable utensils and serving ware, but then offer nothing beyond a trash can for it when you’re done. Avalon has compostable cups, bags, and wrappers, and barely any need for a trash can in the whole operation. I love that. And, assuming you’ll need to use the washroom when you’re there, you’ll get to set your sights on Aretha.

On my way to Avalon, I blew a tube on my bike, so I got to head on down to the Hub of Detroit. It’s a great bicycle shop just a few blocks down Cass from Avalon. I debated just buying the tube and putting it on myself, but, y’all, I had on a white t-shirt! And you know they did it way faster than I could have! HUB!


After the new tube, I slowly weaved my way back down to Hart Plaza. I wanted to check out nospectacle. They were pretty fascinating, as always, but as I mentioned previously, the sound was too quiet. There were some young kids down there checking it out. I was glad to see that. That’s one fun thing about a festival, the potential to check out and be moved by something you haven’t heard or seen before. I then made my way over to the pyramid stage to check out Com Truise. Here’s how he describes himself, and I like it: “Mid-fi synth-wave, slow-motion funk.” Totally. It was perfect to just sit and listen and I really enjoyed it. I had never really listened to his productions before, just recognized his name and wanted to check him out. Glad I did! I usually have fun seeing a live set, or at least think it’s interesting. This was both. After Com Truise was Space Dimension Controller. Now this man, I’m a fan of. I came there knowing that I liked his productions, and left even more of a fan.

Here’s his bio, take it seriously:

In the year 2257, Planet Earth was invaded by an energy seeking race of aliens known as the Pulsovians, sparking a galactic war that lasted over two years. Sadly, the Pulsovian technology was much more advanced than that of the humans and Earth was lost. The Pulsovians drained the energy from the sun, turning it into a Pulsar. Earth died soon after, leaving the humans no choice but to flee into outer space to find a new home. For over 75 years the last remnants of mankind lived aboard their escape vessels. It wasn’t until the year 2334 that a man named Max Tiraquon discovered a distant planet in Mikrosector-50 of the deep space grid that was suitable for human habitation. Shortly after the discovery of Mikrosector-50, Max Tiraquon founded the Tiraquon Security Council as the first government of mankind’s new home. A man known as Mr. 8040 was made the Deputy Space Dimension Controller of the council. By day, Mr. 8040 and Max Tiraquon defend the boundaries of the security barrier from astro bandits and rebels who seek to destroy the barrier and free the citizens of Mikrosector-50. By night, Mr. 8040 lives a secret life… Travelling outside the barrier into deep space where no radar can detect him, Mr. 8040 creates music using ancient earth technologies alone in his Electropod. When ready he ventures deeper into space to uncharted colonies where music is accepted. He plays in illegal night clubs on distant moons and alien proto-spheres. When asked to describe his music, Mr. 8040 doesn’t really have much to say. The only way to describe it is…GALACTIC FUNK.

Super fun, very funky, dubby, spaced out, make me dance the whole time, great set.

By that point, my friend arrived who had never been to the fest before. She knows the area, knows Detroit, grew up here, but is a little bit new to electronic music, Detroit techno, club culture, ETC. She was my bitch. I told her where to go and what to do. She made me! We both have kids, and both homeschool. It was nice to add a new layer to our already dope ass friendship. Plus, I love that she actually wanted to come down to Detroit and hang with me for a day and a night. She’s totally open to new experiences, AND new music. We teach each other cool shit all the time. We went to check out Minx together at the Detroit stage. I described Minx to her as a fierce badass, … and she’s a good DJ. Ha! Yeah, Minx is a badass DJ and producer, and is just generally fierce as hell.

We then went over to the pyramid stage (I told you I spent a lot of time there!) to check out Ana Sia. I didn’t know anything about her. She was pretty good, lots of break beats. She played some version of this remix below. It was a bit different, but I like this one better. So I’ll be lazy and not listen to the other 37 remixes of this song, most of which I’m not into.

Then we got to hang out with friends and got pizza in Hamtramck. Supino’s was closed, losers. Got to meet Noleian Reusse who has a release out on Love What You Feel. Kuri Kondrak just charted track A1 from Noleian’s Black Tekno EP on LWE.

After a nap, my friend and I headed out kind of early to Too Far Gone … No Way Back at the Bohemian National Home. It was the tenth year for the party. It’s legendary and definitely something that I plan to fit into every festival weekend. I wanted to get there early because Sal Principato, Carlos Souffront, and Scott Zacharias were playing a tag team set from 9 to midnight. They were great as expected, each with their own sound. My bitch could tell the difference between all three even when we weren’t in the dance room. I was proud.

While we were taking a break in the other room, I heard this (pretty sure it was this, it was a woman singing a Gil Scott-Heron song):

It wasn’t this, but hell, I’ll put it up anyway. Another cover of a Gil Scott-Heron song.

Scott played excellent disco and funk jams, of course. Carlos played very nice electronic stuff, mostly without vocals. Sal played mostly disco that sounded like more of an NYC style than what normally gets played around here. More highs and mids, a little less bass heavy. But totally excellent and fun! I danced a lot. And Sal P was dancing! I kept thinking, when they’re done, I’m going up to Sal and tell him how great the night was, and how excited I’ve been about it, and that I’ve loved his music for a long time, and blah blah blah. Never got the chance. They continued past midnight until the police came in and told them to turn down the music. It was very sad. I don’t think I’ve ever been at a party that has gotten shut down by cops while I was still there. It was all very slow and calm. My friend was intrigued by the whole experience. Once she realized that we weren’t going to jail or anything, she could just step back and observe how interesting it all was. The cops herded the crowd out of the dance room and into the central room. Most of the people were pretty chill and quiet, but there were a few who were running their mouths. Pretty quickly, Derek Plaslaiko, who was standing up in front, turned his head to the back and said, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up!” On the inside, I was like “Yeah!!” It didn’t really work. But clearly, if you just chill and be patient, it will all work out just fine. Before they started checking ID’s and letting us out one by one, the cops told everyone to drop drugs, put drinks down, and then asked if anybody had a burner. Most of the crowd, not from here and white, was confused. “Gun, anyone have a gun?” It was funny. We all left, it was sad, this couldn’t have happened to nicer folks. But I guess that is one risk of hosting a party in a space like the Bohemian National Home. We went back to our hotel to sleep and prep for Shit Show the next morning. You can read more about that the next time you stop by schoolcraft wax.

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