Fire to Me

Posted on: February 2, 2006

I like surprises, being spontaneous, all of that. Back in the early 00s, I was into a lot of pyrotechnic, very tricky breakbeat music—with all ungarden variety of choppy stutter edits, filtered fills, and general splintery havoc between drum and bass, like an android lumberjack with automatic axe designed to sever wood like a machine gun, while his faithful companion, a rotund robot bearing the keys to the most resonant gong this side of the Wu-Tang, chimed in on the beat.

But after all that complication, I lived for more simple things. Straightforward, 8th-notes chugging away (as is typical of the compositions of the later Adam Freeland and Evil Nine). You won't stop the train, because it'll kill you on the tracks, but you can get aboard and ride. And in life—and Second Life—things just arise, and you either ride 'em or a part of you dies because you missed out.

YAYZERAMA!!!


Here's how it happened.

It's sad Slootsville is closing.

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