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Nisus @ Coachella 2009!!!

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Reno Decompression Nikki Beach 2008

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Coming out of the burn is always difficult. The drive is like a slow fall through the atmosphere back to earth. Nexus does it right by creating a soft landing pad in Reno to catch the ashes. This year at the GSR resort again we muddied up their pool and had sex in the elevators, partys in the hallways and had the assistance of some S.W.A.T. style thugged out security guards in the club. We got kicked out for having a pool noodle fight. I know crazy huh? Overall its always weird to spend time in Reno. After the burn is no exception. Though it is made a bit less surreal having been in the desert for a week or more. D


Dolores Park on fire!!!

The best day I’ve had in San Francisco since I moved here a year ago took place in Dolores park Sunday. Playing a set with amazing DJs for a lawn full of people on the Bangalord was a buzz I’m still recovering from. The weather has been amazing here, actually hot enough to break a sweat. When that happens SF blows open and people flood into the parks. White Mike and I did this last time the weather got nice. No plans, just keeping an eye on the weather and jumping as soon as it looks good. Mike went and got the generator and I loaded up the system. When we arrived at the park it was obvious that this was the spot to be in the city. It was like a fantastic garden full of beautiful shining faces.

It turned out that a crew of other Djs had the same idea and arrived at the same time. They were unloading the generator as we were unloading the sound system. It was clear that morphogenetic fields were at work and it was a natural solution to collaborate. When this kind of confluence occurs its a magical event that rings so loudly it resonates to the depths of our humanity. Its pretty much one of the best things that we can do as humans. Un-mediated collaboration, its what I live for as a DJ and a human being. Its impossible to plan this sort of thing. The planning itself destroys a little bit of the emergence of novelty. Novelty is so precious these days, its like cultural platinum.

So we set up, powered up the system and set to rocking the park. One major point among the Djs was how impressed we were with how well we all got along. Djs on a system could be like cats in a bag, except when they are all confident with their skills. Then its like a pride of lions chillin in the park getting each other’s backs and sessioning to attract the ears of the female lions :) What an amazing crew. Every single artist was able to keep up with the others and keep the whole place elevated. The energy just kept rising through out the day. The culmination for me was Dj Aspect’s set. Check out his Wandering Star remix. He was the only Dj not playing vinyl and unfortunately we couldn’t get Serato to work. It worked at OMGLOL!!! for Matt Heagen but not in Reno and not this time. But with no attitude he just blew it off and was was like “whateva it’s cool” He waits all day and goes on last at 7pm. He has one piece of vinyl and out of the crowd comes Kid Beyond beatboxing on the mic. What happens is truly the stuff of legend.

Everyone in the park had been listening to music all day and as the sun was setting the fog came rolling in over the hills. The steeple of church on the corner across from the park was the only thing tall enough to still catch the fading light of the descending sun. The people who gathered around the sound system were there because they refused to stop dancing until either the rapture or divine intervention drove them away. Aspect stepped up, introduced by Kid Beyond and proceeded to rip the park to pieces. They started doing a call a response with Beyond beatboxing a phrase and Aspect matching it with his hands. The beats were so good!!! Anyone left in the park came running over to see what was going on and to start cheering and dancing. The two of them just kept pushing each other to get more and more complex while sticking to super fresh rhythms. People were loosing it. I was losing it. Shit was manic. It was one of those rare moments that the trinity (DJ,audience,soundsystem) aligns and the event goes into space. And as always when we get that close something collapses. These two guys lost themselves in the performance and took us with them. But for whatever reason as has happened to me in the past on different systems, the sound system just stopped. It was like a hole was torn in heaven. The Bangalord was defeated and the people cried. Maybe the generator burped or someone tripped on the power, I don’t know. But it was an epic ending. We were done. There was nothing left to do at Dolores park that day. The party had been taken as far as we would be allowed to that day.

Sunday was a shinning example of why DJing is what I want to do with my life. All the suffering of poverty and ego death and hunger didn’t matter in that space. That was it. That is what needs to be done every time. Congratulations to everyone that got to experience it. Thanks to everyone that made it happen! Nisus


Nisus in the Matrix

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Why would I continue to subject myself to playing venues that are outside of my genre? Because they are outside of my genre, silly. And genres’ are silly. I really believe that great music is great music. DJing is all about exposing these great new sounds to people that wouldn’t have had a chance to hear them otherwise. Playing The Matrix was the most perfect example yet.

If you’ve never been to The Matrix, imagine a really modern space with a black gravel fireplace and huge floor to ceiling windows on the front. Its like an expensive living room that happens to have a bar. The DJ booth at the back is on a curved stage and really the Fung Shewweee is pretty good. Its got a nice vibe. Now take this nice feeling space and fill it with a truckload of Guidos from the shores of Jersey. Striped shirts with popped collars wrapping muscley dudes talking about their popped collars. I didn’t just make that up to be funny there really were dudes talking about their popped collars. Of course these guys wouldn’t be complete without model trophy plasticine used to be strippers to piss off their rich parents accessory girl versions of themselves, still following? En mass. My favorites were the super geeky ultra rich donkey lopers making out with the hottest girls in SF. The irony delighted me to no end. I really wanted to talk to the long haired kid in the T shirt and trench coat. He seemed wonderfully out of place. Actually I know now how it must feel to be on the outside looking in at Burning Man peeps. “Whoa weird people, where did they come from?” Its kinda like that. Totally surreal, its as if the TV had become a reality. The Matrix is a perfect name for this place. “In the Matrix some rules can be bent, others broken” And thats what happened.

I fired up the Bangalord and buttered out the bass. Threw Scott on the BBQ to test the waters and hide from any incoming just emptied cognac glasses. People started arriving and the place filled up. The energy rose and I could feel the bass reverberating the huge front windows. Pretty awesome, I really fucking love that system. I was watching the door to get a head count of the number of Vinnies that left. I think there were a few but it was hard to tell with all the people coming in who was leaving if anyone. Scott’s set crushed it, he has a great ear for music and the laptop saves his ass while mixing. After about an hour warm up and no Blues Brothers roadhouse broken bottles, I kicked the set into hyperspace and the crowd came with me. I was amazed that the place was congealing so well. The dance floor filled in and people at the bar turned to face me to watch the explosion of energy I was unleashing. Pretty stoked. This really was a text book example of what I try to do with my sound. I love to get people who have never heard this music to get on the train and smash down the walls that separate them from losing their shit on the dance floor.

As 2am rolled around I wanted nothing more than to keep barreling through banger after banger. The staff was stoked and as the last track faded people started applauding. I threw my hands in the air and yelled with them. This is how a night should be. In jaded SF where everyone has seen everything this felt like a proper good time. The bartenders told me that I was the only DJ they had ever seen receive applause at that place. That felt good.

When I returned the next day to collect my check and talk to the manager who was sick and had to leave that night. I asked him if the feed back was good. He paused and then half said, ” I heard it was loud” Did you get any noise complaints? “No” Huh? Well when do you want to do it again?…….”Uh well were pretty booked for the next few months and……….” I was dumbfounded, I just tore the fuck out of his little bar and he was blowing me off.. I don’t understand. Whats the problem? I left feeling sick and frustrated. What do I have to do around here? I play my fucking heart out and still get nothing? Typical. It turns out that he is a Dj trying to make a name for himself by booking himself. Whatever.. Enjoy your Stevie Wonder bitches.


Dude bugs out (literally) to the Salmon Dance, Crookers (remix)

The last time I played this track this is what happened. Awesome huh?


Playing for Diesel today rocked!

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In an effort to stay busy and continue to find alternatives to the standard club scene, I played a set at the Diesel store on Polk today. As always, I enjoy playing daytime sets in these contexts. People are super stoked and are excited to see a DJ actually making it happen. Its great too because you feel the energy rise even though its a lot less than on the dance floor, of course but it happens. Best part, no requests for hip hop. I can just chill and tryout new tracks and enjoy my job. HA!!! I love it, “my job” = awesome!


Nisus at the W NYE

Nisus at the W

Wow, what a fun night! This was for sure the best NYE I’ve had in forever. My best friends from around the country were there. New friends from around the bay were there. My goal of playing at this venue was met and I brought a lot of new music to people who were literally asking for Britney Spears. I explained to people that we were doing something a little different tonight. Playing an international set for an international venue. People seemed genuinely interested in the new sound and showed their love by bouncing all night long. At midnight I did a count down and dropped the Guns and Bombs remix of Gossip’s Yr Mangled Heart. The lyrics ” I don’t want the world, I just want what I deserve” echoed in 2008. This is gonna be an awesome year!

The path that led to the W has been the idea that money can be a huge insulating bubble for the people that have it. On my other blog I have written about the dynamics of experience using sound waves as a metaphor. Essentially  money is a mediating factor for the amplitude of experience. It can be used to amplify or dampen experiences. Often money insulates by convenience. Its convenient to spend money on mediated experiences rather than put the effort into self guided journeys which take time to invent and time to reflect on the lessons learned through the experience. Money can be used to enhance the journey as has been the case for Richard Branson. But for many people the price gets confused with the value of the experience. I call this the Salmon Polo theory. A $280 dollar salmon polo shirt is still kinda ugly even if it is expensive.

Djing is all about bringing good music to the surface. The scope of a Dj’s contribution to the art correlates to the depth of their musical awareness and their ability to string meaning through out a set of diverse but similar songs. The Audience is one third of the Holy Trinity of my job. Connecting with the audience at the W was a goal to “bridge the gap” or pop the bubble using music as a vehicle to connect with people who might otherwise be underexposed to the breadth of awesome new music in the world. They are also a key audience because of their potential planetary impact through the leverage of finance applied to the real world. A broader awareness is better. Knowledge of world beyond Britney Spears is crucial for everyone, especially those who have the capital to make changes in areas where capital can help. This is basically what led me intuitively toward playing at the W. Music is the source of my inspiration and the path I am following. Hopefully, doing no harm and just by my presence changing the context of the scene. Thanks to everyone who came out to make this one of my best nights so far. I look forward to so many more. Apologies to anyone who couldn’t afford the door price. This is the nature of what I do. I hope you understand and know that the next set I play I’m playing for you guys. D


The M.A.P. Project Music, Architecture, Politics coming together

group-of-dance-stacks-l.jpgI have been busy putting together tracks for the next mix, have shows every week for the next month and Im starring in another short film by the cinematographer that did Wheeler. Really though my thoughts have been focused on how to bring Djing to the next phase. I want it to be more than just here and there. It has become the job that I love and I want to do it to the highest level I can. I have a couple of ideas.The M.A.P. project is one. Its a festival of Music, Architecture, and Politics. Using sustainable, low impact, modular buildings as venues that create a village like feeling during the day and an unusual setting for a club in the evening. I would love to have the whole thing function like an environmentally aware circuit that plugs into an alternative vision of what could be achieved by humans in the current light of global change. Like a living history museum of the future. Not all rocket ships and space, but the changing face of urban culture in a future without oil and battling to save itself from global warming. Kinda like a futurist fair. I want it to be uplifting in its recognition of community as a foreseeable evolutionary strategy. These times we are living in now are unique and should be studied in the future as a memory of what happens when our needs are met. Though I feel like we are still animals on a plain scavenging for food, albeit in a new form. So its main focus would be to examine, through the eyes of the future where we are in evolution right now. Then to offer a compelling view of the future and the road map to getting there. All while bringing people into a comfortable space to share ideas, dance and experience a future designed by the people of the present. Its a long shot since I have no real connections to Architecture and Politics but I figure that it must be similar to booking Djs. I just need a good reason, and a plan to pay back the Funktion One sound system pictured above. Thats what I really want. Then a tour of some sort. I love traveling. I have set this idea up on kluster.com its  a project planning site thats pretty cool. Check it out and toss some solutions into the game. D


Djing at the Nexus Hay Maze was more than playing records

524919354_b25993c5d6.jpgFor me, djing is far more than playing records. I have chosen this as my vehicle for the expansion of my inquiry into the spiritual heritage of mankind (Djing is evoltech). In this, I am my own test subject. To the machine world, sound is like love, the effects on us are unprovable by any rational explanation. Why and how do these affect us so deeply? What is possible in the pursuit of these expressions? I have within me the feeling of my highest expression. My larval state of being is one phase of my total evolution. Enlightenment from this state and the transition to the next is like a move into adult hood, natural and unavoidable. It is appearing to me though that there are forces at work attempting for good or bad to keep us in the larval state. Whether it is to protect us from ourselves or to protect them from us remains to be seen. Either way I am finding that if you push too far too fast you get to feel the push back of the universe correcting you. Yet there is nothing I am willing to do other than progress, it has become my life.

For so long now we have been attempting to tell ourselves that this visible world is the only reality while our intuition tells us otherwise. This has become very apparent when Djing. When I play I am not there to have the audience listen with their ears. It really doesn’t matter what records I play, it matters what is contained within those records. The metadata is the sound within. The way I pick records is to listen to the metadata. Its a form of meditation. I listen with my soul instead of my ears. The records that resonate with my soul are expressions of my current embodiment. In building a set I try to put together a harmonic resonance that builds a reflection of that vision within me of my highest self. This is makes me a unique Dj. Its the same thing that famous jazz musicians and painters know. Its a universal understanding among artists who are able to set aside the personality ego and flow the light they find in themselves through the expression of their art. The production of this in the tangible world functions as a mirror and reminds everyone that views it of their own internal resonance. This is what is revolutionary about playing music. If people quit doing the machine world’s work and followed their own internal compass, the power would be reclaimed and the world elevated. Obviously the process is more complex than quitting your job and watching TV all day. Here is why I feel that it is so important to be Djing though. As a reminder. If I can lose myself in the process of becoming and people can see me do that they will remember within themselves their purpose. To live and grow and love and evolve. The rest is just icing. As we get older we learn that we can’t live on icing.


Nisus @ Symbiosis Gathering

nisusatsymbiosis2.jpgYo, Symbiosis was off the hook. What a great festival! The vibe carried all the way through the four days and the line-up of music was wicked. With three stages, if you didnt care for what you were hearing in front of you one of the other stages definitely had the goods. We arrived late at night on Thursday after traversing the treacherous road. Loaded with dome poles, our van had a saggy belly and Chris thought the best technique would be to skip the van along the fucked up surface as fast as possible to avoid high centering. Rally racing the Mark 3 pleasure van up a road that makes Pikes Peak look like a freshly paved parking lot was a good bit of nervous fun. Determined to have the dome up for the sun rise we worked until whenever. Or maybe we did it in the morning. At this point, night and day are only a semantic quarl. The next three days I counted down to my set. Hanging out and making new friends. You never know who you are going to meet and the family vibe is comforting. Its also funny because our crew is just a little off. As though none of us really buys into the prevalent ideologies. The running joke was trying to sell PCP to hippies. The looks on their faces were classic. “Itll make you angry at the world and no one will be able to stop you”

The word was that the festival had sold out. Max capacity was 3000 people. Awesome. My set was at 2:30 in the morning, right after Mozaic and right before Little John. Perfect. I love those guys. I felt like I was surrounded by my real peers. People worthy of looking towards in the Dj world. The Forest stage was decorated like a Ministry set with bones and feathers and hubcaps and stuff. It made me think of the commentary on Team America DVD talking about cheese graters used as lamp shades on the set. It was epic but still understates the impact. The photos help. This was my second chance to play on Christian’s Turbosound system. Again this system is destined to be legendary. I would hype this system as though it was the most popular Dj on the West coast. Because it is the wickedest earth thumping Bangalord shell I have ever encountered. Yet its forgiving and its teeth are not too sharp. Its like an old wise Bantha. It knows what our ears need and what the DJ wants. And when the bass hits its like ninjas dropped from the trees and kicked you in the chest.

I played as intensely as ever running through the cuts that would honor the gravity of this system. Armored in an Aaron Amaro designed shirt and a Forest Sterns custom helmet I was safe to summon the Bangalord. And by the third track I did. I love Djing. There are times when it makes me cry. I love losing myself in the music and bringing people along for the ride. My evolution on this planet is intertwined with Djing. I feel so fortunate to have found a path that moves me towards my goal of becoming the best human I can be. Although I didnt make the music I am playing I recognize that humanity is unified and I really appreciate the opportunity to take my place in that unity. Its an honor to play other peoples tracks. It makes me feel less alone. I am also finding that a single similar interest often leads to a multitude of similar interests shared with the producers of the music I play. Production for me is about contributing back to the people who have given me so much. Before I knew it Little John was on stage getting ready for his set and two hours had gone by. See you next time around. D


OMGLOL goes the fuck off!!!!

nisusatliposmall.jpgHoly crap!!!! that was fun. If you missed the party last night you missed out. The Lipo Lounge got trounced. It started off slow but picked up around 11pm. Outer Sunset banged together an electro tinged house set that was heavy on his own productions and gave his friends an opportunity to see what he is really capable of. The Marina crew showed up in force and held down the dancefloor all night. I spun a pretty heavy set that chugged through a slew of dirty french disco hits from 2008 and kept the floor writhing. The Bangalord was happy in his environment with his new driverack settings and being in a dungeon and all. Kira hand scrawled stick dragon battles on peoples arms instead of boring stamps for in/out privledges. We all drank Singapore Slings and got destroyed in the battle of the pancakes later at Sparky’s. Overall it went better than I expected, with a turnout of over 60 people it felt full. I have vowed to do it again next month and I want to see the sweat drip off the ceiling this time. D


Reno Decompression Party @ Nikki Beach

After Burning Man we headed into Reno. A few points to mention, driving back down a two lane road at full speed with 30000 other people who’s minds are not in the best state to be driving was one of the sketchiest situations I have ever been in. I slept. So if I had died it would have been over quickly since I was half way there. Secondly it turns out that the burning of the man is just a spectacle for the weekender RV people who come to burning man. They pulled it over cause it wasn’t burning fast enough, retarded. The Temple Burn on Sunday was one of the most glorious things I have ever seen. A billion people sitting in quiet reverence while the temple burned. That was a feeling! We get to Reno and its a scene out of a surreal spacegangster rap video. Beautiful people lounging around the pool all dreadlocks and tattoos at this VIP nonsense resort club thing with bottle service and all. Weird, but totally in context with the nothing to hold on to mindstate of an after burn. I am so impressed with the Nikki Beach people who tolerated 2am beatbox dance sessions in the lobby and served a wicked brunch with king crab legs and some sort of tasty eggs. 10 dollar drinks were wack unless you had the OJ with the cherries in it then you only needed one.

The moments were smooshed together in a bliss like pate of poolside chillin and as night fell the soundsystem took over as proprietor of cabana bound beats. I missed my slot to play and the wonderful DJs who came after me each gave up 10 min from their sets in order to let me play in the end. The cops had been called by the nearest neighbors, 5 miles away. I swear it wasnt that loud. You could have a conversation in front of the subs and without the ear ringing usually accompanied by such close proximity. Huge thanks to Christian for what I am claiming is the sickest soundsystem on the west coast. I was nervous about playing for all these people who live and breath electronic music until the first beat dropped. Then it was sailing on from there. Not smooth sailing. One turntable died in the middle of my set and the left channel went out on the mixer and consequently the headphones. Not exactly smooth. With the puppet show setting up in front of me as I was finishing it got absurd. But I am still smiling as I write this cause it was so fun and sounded so different than the rest of the music that I feel a lot more confident playing for anyone now.

Overall it was a great experience playing for my friends and I look forward to many future sets with the Nexus Crew. Thanks to Little John for teaching me how to use the CDJs on the fly. Wicked! D


House of Shields

Hey guys, I played the House of Shields the other night. I did a mixed set with Kristen track for track. It went really well. our sounds were compatible and she definitely held her own mix for mix. I tuned their system a bit to try to make it bearable but the whole thing was missing a crossover so things were pretty messy. The upstairs was a really cool vibe sorta micro dancefloor hidden venue thing. Something to look into for the future.


Meanwhile back in obscurity

First of all, Thank you to everyone that came out to support. You guys rock and you were smart to leave ASAP. To everyone that didn’t make it, Thank You too. You didn’t miss a thing and the precious moments of your life that were not wasted are worth more than the beers at the bar.

So I showed up at very literally the gayest place on earth. The Cafe is apparently the holy mecca of gaydom. Which should have been cool. It should have been a spot that had some sense of its history. Some shred of respect for itself, a dash of reverence, even some of the famous gay pride. But really it was just the same old bad acting in the same old badly decorated porno set. Which could have been cool. This was not. All of the excitement I had built up was immediately released upon setting foot in the door. People pretending to have fun and like each other for the sake of hooking up. Boring normal and cliche. The DJ was playing Kelly Clarkson and I was ready to leave 30 seconds later. I filled out half of the entry form and then passed it to my friends to finish since this contest was already clearly over.

The guy who laughed at me when I asked if there was any more bass in the system came up and said,”What do you play, vinyl?” Yes “Then you’re up first. “Are you sure?, Okay then” I head up into the the booth which is enclosed in bullet proof glass and see maybe the oldest mixer in the history of Djing. A Rane Rotory 8 channel. “Is this what I’m mixing on?”, I ask. Yup, Are you serious? Insert speech about the history of this mixer. Which if he were honest he would have said, “Well its been to burning man 8 times and it actually came from the Apollo 1 moon mission, you know the one that exploded and spread debris all over the atmosphere leaving this mixer to fall to earth. It landed right here in 67′ and we’ve had it ever since.” Where is the volume meter? Oh thats broken. Does sound come out of the monitors? Just the right one. Did you mom make these slip mats out of used maxi pads? WTF. Yeah I was nervous. There was no way to know how anything sounded on the floor from the booth because the whole setup in the booth came from the thrift store.

I cue up, he announces my name and I drop the most pissed noise track I own. Starting at the break with sweet bleeps and a bass that sounds like a sledgehammer on a garbage can on the ones, it builds in intensity until the fucking gates of hell open up and swallow the dancefloor in an electromagnetic pulse of rolling doom. I start banging on the bulletproof glass so hard my hand hurts and the guy who announced me steps back afraid it was going to break. This shit was lame and the sound was my weapon. I look out on the dancefloor and just see the gapping mouths of the most confused lesbian sorority girls I have ever seen. I line up the next track and drop. It was beatmatched but I shanked the mix in just to release some of the tension while keeping people confused. And on it went. It was a rough take off but about 15 minutes in I had the mixer dialed and could have gone all night.

The people who were feeling it were really feeling it. But at 10pm people were a bit too sober to let go. Im sure the horrendous sound coming from the soundsystem didn’t help. It was one of those grating metallic, sharp, piercing, shit launching sound systems that made you want to leave regardless of what was being played on it just to escape its aural barrage. Do people really not care? DO PEOPLE REALLY NOT CARE? Or are they just unaware. (notice how I didn’t use “stupid”) EAW cabinets up top with no bass down low. There was a shitton of distortion in the signal probably from the mixer that was older than Jesus or maybe the whole thing was being clipped by the limiter because there was no way to measure how much sound was going out to the dancefloor. Anyway, it sucked, my ears still hurt. The conclusion, start my own club. That actually respects the DJ and the soundsystem and the audience. ATTN: bar owners there is more to life than selling drinks you jaded fucks.

So needless to say I ended with the MSTRKRFT remix of D.A.N.C.E. and it still wasn’t Madonna so I got exactly 19 people, those who came with me to cheer. All due respect to the DJs that came after me you guys mixed great. That said. That was realistically the worst music I have ever heard. The guy after me, who was nice enough brought 4 of those Lethal Weapon compilations. The cheeziest club banger mashup crap in the world. It SUCKED. If you are reading this. I probably would have gotten along with you but please please PLEASE never play those records again. Have some respect for yourself and the craft of Djing. It was like someone took a crap or a dump on the mixer. Thats when all my friends left. The dancefloor packed in with douchbags singing along to greatest hits of their childhood slammed into a bubbling cauldron of shitty bass chorused by mainstream rap. The final guy had 20 years of experience………….Uh Okay, If I havent made it somewhere with Djing in 5 years I am going to reevaluate my life’s direction. 20 years,? come on guy. Your mixing was great but there have been new tracks released in that time. Ill send you a list.

Overall I learned a lot as usual.

1 If you are gay have some respect for yourself and say “Fuck The Cafe”

2 My audience is probably not in the clubs

3 I have a better soundsystem than most clubs

4 I Still don’t know where my place in the world is

5 Repetition of mediation leads to familiarity and is a product of industrialization (banal repetition). The producers ARE the product repeated over and over. The cycle is a giant inside joke.

6 Does obscurity with integrity lead to homelessness? Or is the only way to get somewhere to suck a bunch of cock and sell out?

7 I’m bored with the industrialized process of life. Infrastructure is only good when its transparent. when it encroaches on our lives its tyranny.


I made it into the 92.7 Ultimate Dj contest!!!!!

This is great news. I am one of 18 Djs in the SF region to make it into the contest. We battle head to head in elimination rounds to see who rocks it the hardest. I am really stoked to be a part of this. Competition has been a big part of my life for a long time. Snowboarding, Skating, Shifter Kart Racing, now fixed gear Alley Cat races through the city have all taught me how to be competitive in any field. The strategies and winning headspace that it takes to keep things flowing under pressure are the same regardless of genre. The real variable in this case is the subjectivity of the judges in relation to the music I am playing. The audience participation/reaction will be the thing that overcomes prejudice. I need everyone to come out and dance and freak out and just lose your mind on the dancefloor at each one of the stages of this competition. Winning this will put me closer to the place I want to be with Djing. Traveling the world and playing great music and meeting new people. This Is what I was made for. It has taken me a while to derive the focus needed to achieve it. The first event is at the Cafe on Market street. From 10pm to 12 Aug 18th. This Saturday. Please come and get the freak on.


Live set @ French Resistance posted

Yeah, so all the claiming of actually doing what I do live needs to be supported at some point right? Usually I don’t have the means to record my sets. I think this is something that needs to happen more in the future. This is all live on the turntables and I actually like it. I hope you do too. Listen for the switch in style when the breakdancers showed up. Also there was about 30 minutes of awesome chaos that led into the first track you hear. What I learned from listening to this set is that the EQs were a lot sharper than I am used to and to be careful/smooth. Thanks a bunch to everyone again at Element lounge and The French Resistance.¬† Here is the link. Download Mix


Nisus @ French Resistance

Nisus @ French Resistance

I played the French Resistance Party at Element Lounge last night. It was really a lot of fun. The opening laptop Djs did a great job of playing a bunch of interesting music and the crowd was diverse. There were a bunch of sweaty ass shirtless dudes freaking out and break dancing. The soundsystem in that place is loud. It sucks that it has to be so loud just to get a solid bass freq onto the dancefloor. More subs. The Rane SL 57 mixer was quick to figure out and sounded great, very close to my Urei. It has been a long time since I’ve gotten to play exactly what I want to hear and in an upstanding order. Djing like this is the best. I love it. I hope that SF will embrace my sound. It seems that people like the tracks and how I play them. More gigs please. Viva Le Resistance.


Nisus at Adidas concept store

Nisus at AdidasPlaying the Adidas concept store on Haight st in SF is a great experience. Totally unique to the dark nightime rituals of playing clubs. The traffic volume was really steady and I got to smile at people while they waited for the elevator. Like a dancefloor, I could watch how the music would pull people in off the street. When I dropped the vibe, things slowed down and when I brought it up traffic increased. The sound in the store is not that bad compared to many places Ive played. People were feeling the set and I got a lot of great feedback. I had my picture taken with some Japanese tourists and left the day off with an Isley Bros Fight the power track into some Public Enemy. More shows here in SF would be great.