08.22.10 - 08:58pm
Bless Dave he’s got round to sorting out the oft-threatened selectation duties for a new Um release, cos he reckons he can do the honours better than me or anyone else. Last week he sent me a 22 minute mix saying it was more or less definitive but last I heard (yesterday) he was on about a 3XLP! Anyway he sent some documentation pix to illustrate his dubious labour. Any you don’t recognise?
04.12.10 - 04:20pm
Here’s a little trailer for that hip-hop film in which I am very proud to play an unlikely role:
Official trailer for The Rise And Fall And Rise Of Sensational–a documentary feature about the life of avant-garde, hip-hop, experimentalist Sensational.
The Rise And Fall And Rise Of Sensational Trailer 1 from E. A. MOORE on Vimeo.
Look, I even scanned the DVD to show you it’s real:
01.21.10 - 08:54pm
Would be so great if I could put photos in Wordpress but I guess we are ten to fifteen years away from such technology.
How’s My Raving? With Zed Bias, Deadboy, Warlock, Nochexxx + Residents!
Host:
How’s My Raving?
Type:
Music/Arts -
Network:
Global
Start Time:
Saturday, January 23, 2010 at 9:00pm
End Time:
Sunday, January 24, 2010 at 3:00am
Location:
The Big Chill House, Kings X, London
Description
HOW’S MY RAVING?
TAKE YOU INTO THE FUTURE!
With…
ZED BIAS
I FEEL GOOD GOOD GOOD!
With extra sexy support from…
DEADBOY / WARLOCK
+ RESIDENTS:
HOT CITY plays NOCHEXXX
& DISCO OF DOOM
www.howsmyraving.com
www..myspace.com/howsmyraving
Facebook Group: How’s My Raving?
HOW’S MY RAVING? Takes you into the future on SATURDAY 23RD JANUARY 2010 with our first party of the new decade. Spacesuits at the ready as we bring you UK-G legend, MOBO-nominee and leader of the nu-skool bass sound ZED BIAS!
Bursting into peoples consciousness with his massive single NEIGHBOURHOOD at the start of the millennium, ZED BIAS has been a constant driving force in UK dance music representing UK underground bass culture as a globetrotting DJ, pioneering producer, label boss, remixer to the stars and all round badman. With the resurgence of the UK garage sound and the massive popularity of tropical and UK Funky ZED BIAS is at the forefront of the future garage sound and we’re pleased to welcome him to headline HOW’S MY RAVING?!
Keeping things UK, urban, tropical and most importantly BASS-HEAVY we’re pleased to welcome hotly tipped East London producer DEADBOY. With releases like U CHEATED on WELL ROUNDED getting massive props, DEADBOY is a man who will man blow up in 2010, be warned!
Next up we we’re proud to welcome old-skool legend turned leader of the nu-skool WARLOCK to the line up. Label boss of the excellent RAG & BONE imprint his sound is hard to pigeonhole, expect a mutant mix-up of dubstep, bass, fidget, funky, electro, old-skool and beyond. As his Myspace says – expect dirty dancefloor business all the way!
HOT CITY takes things forward for the residents’ crew where he’ll be dropping an exclusive set of material from WERKS DISCS signing NOCHEXXX. Finalising the line up is DISCO OF DOOM, fresh from remixing DIDDY and smashing NYE in at THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH in Bristol, expect wonky bass and rave.
Having smashed 2009 with events featuring RATPACK, ZOMBY, A1 BASSLINE as well as being the first promoters to bring DONK to London with the sounds of BLACKOUT CREW, HOW’S MY RAVING? Don’t’ care about genres they just want to throw PHAT RAVES. Touch it.
FREE BEFORE 10PM, £5 AFTER. BIG CHILL HOUSE, 257 – 259 PENTONVILLE RD, KINGS CROSS, N1.
www.bigchill.net/house
0207 427 2540
08.18.09 - 11:49pm
07.01.09 - 09:38am
Was mixing my drinks last night, with way more herbal teas than standard. Green tea, peppermint, cammomile. crashed out about 2AM after viewing the enjoyable Royal Tennenbaums with my hand on the volume knob all the way through. I could watch Gene Hackman all day. Awoke sweating after vivid dream just after 4. Dream was in the style of sophisticated and modish American TV program about a military unit engaged in jungle warfare, like a more humid version of Generation Kill. Woke up silently screaming – being pursued by guys in headscarves swarming down a hill. Outside it was a muggy, misty East Anglia.Felix’s thing was fun, although I have some regrets. They are:
Should have taken more pictures because it was hard to take a bad one, especially at the party.
Wish Felix DJed the 7″ singles he asked us all to bring (one each was stipulated, although I brought about 6 and Dave brought 3), or maybe even asked me and Dave to DJ, although he probably doesn’t know quite how talented we are in that regard. He certainly didn’t know I had brought my MP3 player with minijack to RCA phono adaptors just in case.
I regret being totally fucking partied out by about 1.30AM, thereby not getting to actually talk that much to people.
I regret telling Mariola’s daughter that she sounded like her Mum. What I meant was that I’d been trying to discern evidence of her maternal origins all evening and suddenly I caught a glimpse in her manner, in a sudden intensity of expression. Even Bobby, who isn’t synonymous with propriety, was more or less aghast at this gauche error.
Treated Belgium and London as one long holiday and I’m a little tired and bored of myself now. I’m sure burning the candle on and off uses more wax or something. Anyway, you lot babysit the apocalypse for a bit. I’m getting an early night.
06.15.09 - 12:32pm
Check out Snappidag 26, which is a photo of one Meta DJ by another.
Guess one man’s record boast is another man’s Snappidag.
06.07.09 - 02:01pm
Woke up floating on the Thames with the regular post-cunted awfulness and had sad discussion about the wonky infrastructure in my partner’s life. Took a couple of photographs and left. Then just missed two buses and one train and spent a lot of time worrying that my phone was going to run out of juice, which it did. Endured witless girl teen who would age me before your eyes if I listed the things she said that ticked me off but suffice to say having her feet on the seat was one and slurping from a can was another. Local knowledge invaluable as indeed I did get sniffed by spaniel at station so was glad to be one step ahead but annoyed at the casual deployment of CONTROL (further depressed by reading thread on WAN where someone says ” …well don’t complain then when police want money to search people at the station”). These fuckers have no breadth and depth and take the world 100% as it appears to be, as if it is its own proof. Got home, charged phone, slightly amended plan with OJ Simpson to defraud Network Rail, debated shower but that was as close as it got. Bought 3, no fuckit, 4 cans Wrongbow from Blavs and rode rear rim of bike all the way to Midsummer Common. First year in many I have gone to the Fair entirely as a punter, which I worried would feel weird and it did a bit, but I fancied it also as a good opportunity to reacquaint myself with if not all and sundry then at least some and sundry, which is kind of what happened. In fact I had two meetings with Ken Of Bury and his missus Karly, who I soon found out I had rejected as a friend on MySpace, which was and continued to be awkward, especially as I did not help myself by trying to explain that The Fall were good, but that it might be a male thing. Apart from that I didn’t speak to a soul who wasn’t Bobby or Dave or Gavin O-Keefe all day, apart from a brief bit of banter with Lawrence from Number 6. I didn’t see it, but Gavin said he got searched by a plainclothes cop. He seemed unsure as to whether the guy was really police, on account of his appearance and specifically his youth. Odd scenes at the East Stage, with succession of unappealing bands seemingly chosen at random from a selection of unappealing bands were interspersed with pretty on-it DJs playing Wonky and dubstep, bizarrely accompanied by a trio of fairly average “sexy” female dancers. Nothing is true anymore, straight up. Thought the dubstep kid missed an opportunity to play more upfull crowd-pleasing fodder but the Wonky guy was very good. We walked down there and Dave was like, “this is Roska” with a smile. Funnily enough Dave had arranged to meet some dude from Ramp who may or not be the guy that has a TheWhiteSugeKnight@ email address and also may be Zomby’s manager, and just as the two met the DJ played a Zomby tune that might have been Spaceman or Gloop and according to Dave some surprise registered on his face, as well it might, O White Suge Knight. The day at the Fair ended with the three amigos shivering at The Festival Bar whilst I filmed a girl shouting at her mate on the phone “Sarah, I am standing outside the fucking Festival Bar! Well, …fuck you!” and then another fight erupted and when it died down Bob interviewed one of the antagonists and his girlfriend and somehow got away with it. Today is wet and Sunday, and next week is fraught with clocky dangers. I’m going drink Guinness, and I barely care.
10.06.08 - 02:53pm
It’s true that the current economic meltdown has caused many to look for more secure ways of hanging onto their money, but if you wanted to invest in something of real lasting intrinsic value then look no further than this auction up on Ebay. My pal and fellow Meta DJ Nochexxx has knocked up some Limited Edition clocks to celebrate the existence of a few hundred copies of Tripel 004 under his bed. Like, you can’t tell the time with a Krugerand boyeee!
This is how Nochexxx himself has it on the page:
“Due to recent resurgence in popularity tripel records have decided to press ultra limited quantities (5 of each) of bespoke pete um / ascoltare clocks. once sold this limited edition art object of tripel lp 004 will never be pressed again! we have advertised this item at a buy-it-now price of £1000 (this is the value of the item which we believe to be true), however we are open to the gaeoudjiparl bartering system! that is to say you are welcome to offer us a price you think is a true reflection of such an artifact. good hunting and rah to those who choose to ignore the current economic crisis! “
http://www.youtube.com/user/gweisolos
http://www.myspace.com/nochexxx
http://www.myspace.com/ascoltare
