Thank you for listening

Chicago – Mathew Anderson's version

It has been a very long time, hasn’t it? I don’t really feel like talking right now, so please look and listen to this.

Things are good, hope all is well with you.

-m

It was a sea surge, but on such a small scale that it was terrifying for its sheer ability to missed or mistaken for. If only the tsunami’s were like this. Lake Missoula came bursting through its glacial cage, digging out everything in the Pacific Northwest, carving its legacy into the memories of every culture it touched, and it did touch many. You cant raise the global sea level without making a few enemies.  The scablands and erratics tell us that “glacial” is not synonymous with “lethargic”.

We walked in a child’s trap, harmless, possibly annoying. This pathway that wasn’t. Carved out by the tide, it’s best and most sinister work would only be to produce a few salty and cold feet and perhaps a few angry words. Maybe it is nature at it’s most insidious laziness, using man’s foot path as it’s highway to marshes beyond. Using our destructive foot power against us.

Equality in it’s punishment.

art of the draft

I am going to form a dj cover band called Orbital When They Were Awesome.

Me and my partner are going to mock up racks of gear and wear the little head lamps and play songs from classic orbital live sets. It will be just like as if you were at a mid 90′s rave like Glastonbury listening to Chime for the first time. (Your choice of 1994 or 2004 versions)
The opening act would either be ‘Ardfloor, or Underwhirled. Possibly both.

6 hours of classic techno played exactly like you remember (or want to remember) it.

PROMOTERS!!! Act now and receive a free after hours party with Doc Martini performing such classics as “Unlock the House tape one side b” and “Wicked 09/15/95 last half of side a”

Upcoming Gigs: 10/10/09 Plawtin. 6 hours of classic Windsor Techno playing in Detroit REPLAYED LIVE in Seattle.

There is some drama on a board I frequent. Something regarding some label not paying an artist for a bunch or releases and the someone getting an advance for a remix and not comming correct with anything more that a few unfinished bits and pieces. The popcorn came out and then someone posted this gem. Sometimes I feel like doing this to people I know.

I just moved into the basement of this place. My gf and I spent the day cleaning out the common/laundry/studio area, sweeping up dust, cleaning the tool bench and moving crap and garbage out.

Underneath a bag of nails and crate full of wires/cables I noticed a stack of records. I pulled a couple out and saw a Lionel Ritchie and Pointer Sisters record, and thought I would comeback to it later. Maybe sample or two, Right? We swept up chicken poop, lots of dust,some old rat poop, threw out tons of garbage and hung up some divider curtains. My studio desk setup is less than ideal, but I think it will work. I/not I might need to rewire some electricity to a more acceptable outlet, but that is neither here nor there.

Between moving cans of paint and cardboard that stack of records caught my eye. I grabbed it, started peeling them apart. Wrinkled, water damaged covers.

Donna Summers – I will survive (w/accapella ), meh…

Some CeCe Peniston track with a possible hidden jem in the Steve Silk Hurley Dub… Meh

Some Motiv8 White… Meh.

But wait…. What is this Gem that has caught my attention? Glistening, something drawing me back to the cover. The cover is ripped but I can make out the words “Round Two”.

Round Two – “New Day”
Classic, amazingly sweet and a sad and lonely sound that sticks with you for weeks.

Andy Caine on vocals, and some random dudes on the 909, Jupiter 8 ect.
By random dudes, I of course mean Mark Ernestus and Moritz Von Oswald. Who?

You might know them as Rhythm and Sound, Basic Channel, Maurizio etc. The masters of that dubbed out spatial mess of noize and reverb that outlined, wrote, edited, proofread, published and fucking BURNT the book of dubby techno.

Round Two – New Day.

Rhythm & Sound w/Paul St. Hilaire Free For All
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I am moving again, and here is another mix before my decks and cd players get put away for a couple months.

I played a similar set at Flammable last week. It was pretty good turnout wise, even remembering that it was Super Bowl that night. I got to laugh a lot with some friends and there were lots of people I hadn’t seen in months.. years even.

Nobody’s stomach exploded out of their ears while I was there, either.

Enjoy!

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1. Delano Smith – Synergy
2. Nivek Tsoy – Feeling Loose – Graphic Instrumental
3. Not Boyfriend Material – Flammable -Accapella
4. Jimpster – Dangly Panther – Original Mix
5. Les Bijoux – Do It Again -Extended Mix
6. Rocco – Someday – Dub Mix
7. Jimpster -Got A Hold On Your Soul
8. Sleazy Mcqueen – Trains Over Broadway -Pezzner Mix
9. Mathew Anderson – We Hurt Each Other
10. Orbital – Chime – Shapeshifters Remix
11. Kevin Yost – Get The Horns
12. Round Two – New Day – Club Vocal Mix
13. Lisa Shaw – Music In you
14. Oriental Funk Stew – Sky High – Chuck Love Network Rework
15. Nick Waters & David Mateo Feat Nick Studer – Funky Experience

I found out tonight that you have the cancer. You are still a happy girl according to your capable caretaker, but you are weak, and the nausea and diarrhea has taken 20lbs away from your once strong frame. The vet says that three months would be a long time for you, and that the best thing to do is to make you comfortable, let you eat anything you want and give your ears extra rubs.

You were the first dog I ever loved, and when I realized that fact, and how much space you took up in my heart, I was so overjoyed it. I had made space for you, and that meant I was getting better, becoming well again. Proof that I was becoming less selfish.

When I first met you, I was quite annoyed at you. I was on a date, and you stood on the console between myself and the driver, looking at her. Not looking at me. It was obvious that I was being snubbed.

It took a year or two, but one day I realized that you were my dog. Or more accurately, you picked me to lead. Oh, you loved Summer (your best love) fiercely, and scrambled around when she came home and looked to her when I was busy, but you followed me everywhere.

You play a shitty game of fetch, but you were a mighty squirreler.You became a mind reader for bacon and streak, and could eat a shelf worth of books in an evening. I never though a dog could go through a pound of sugar and a case of cliff bars, soap and candy in an evening, and use the garbage a nightcap,

I admired your genius at enjoying life and its comforts. Early morning potty breaks that lasted 2 hours, and included a swim in the creek and a roll in rotten salmon.

I would crawl back to bed, and you would start at one side of the bed,rubbing you body around the edge, from my pillow down to the foot and around the corner to the head on the other side, turning and repeating until the comforter was in a pile on the floor. You had taken almost all the wet and mud off your legs, side and belly and you would look at us, sitting up, shivering and confused.

Then you would bark.

Things fell apart though at the farm though. Your people made choices and changes. You were left out in the decision making. I am sure your solutions would have been more logical than ours were. “Lets walk it out!!” “Lets play in the creek instead!!” “Why are you fighting when there is PERFECTLY GOOD steak in the pan?”

I left, moved to a place far away, and my visits shortened.

When I moved my things on that last trip you were very anxious. You would not part more than a foot from me.

You tried to get into the truck, even though it was unfamiliar to you, because you knew I was leaving in it.

The next time I saw you was a couple months later, I think. I saw your best love in the parking lot and walked over to see you two. You saw me ran up, sniffed me and then walked away, climbing into the back of your best loves car, peering out. She laughed and said “I think she is angry at you.” I sat next to you,but you moved over, and rolled up, pushing your head as far away from me as you could.

“I think she is saying ‘fuck you’ to you”

“Yes.” I said.

The next time I saw you, I was working hard between shifts or something and asked if I could sleep at the farm for an hour, and you came home. You must have smelled me because you ran straight in and BURST through the door and jumped up on the bed just frantic, like it was old times, like it was all solved and everything was in it right place. After a minute you cooled off, like “Oh.. shit, that was embarrassing, I am mad at him you know.”

I asked if I could see you again. To say goodbye and slip you a treat or two. I think it will work out. Your best love and I still have to figure our people problems out, but I am sure I will get a chance to say “Thank you” to you.

Sobbing right now.

My favorite picture of you is this one. Sitting next the the creek, just enjoying the day with me. I think it was the day I was pulling the fence out of the creek to help with the salmon run. Remember that you flushed that massive Chinook at me, like a cannon ball of endangered species and you came crashing after barking at me like I was an idiot for not grabbing it.

I am pretty sure that dogs end up in the big park in the sky, with the chew toy that never quite gives up the squeaky box in it chest, a clear creek, tall grass and rabbits and fish and goats and deer for days and days and days.

I am playing a techno rave party in a couple weeks. Adam X and Brian Zentz, Brandon Plank and myself are playing. Spirals, the promoter has a massive fuck-off turbosound rig, imported from the Greatest of Britain.

I sat down with Dan Dagen aka Spirals last week to talk shop, go through a substantial record collection and try to ignore the stacks of speaker cabinets that take up 60% (seriously) of his living room.

He pulled up a stack of records, I pressed record on my laptop and off he went, playing an hours worth of techno in what seemed like 20 minutes. Maybe I am just hungry for beats, but he played everything I needed to hear that day.

After, we played every dj’s favorite game: “have you heard this one?” for 2 hours. Yes.

 Spirals uninfected techno mix: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

1-sleeparchive- acd bleep- Research EP
2-sleeparchive- bleep 02- Recycle EP
3-sleeparchive- image photometer- Infrared Glow
4-surgeon- black jackal throwbacks- Force + Form
5-surgeon- sleep (ultravilotet)- Body Request
6-diversion group- all boys/no girls Playground Procedure
7-regis- execution grounds- Divine Ritual
8-portion reform- suffocate- The Supreme Negative
9-regis- aftertaste of guilt- Exercise For Institutions
10-function- disaffected- Anticipation
11-regis- white stains- Penetration
12-ancient methods-untitled – Second Method
13-the advent- light years away- Light Years Away
14-the kooky scientist- old vs. neav- O.L.D. vs. N.E.A.U.
15-sven vath- mind games-Mind Games
16-joris voorn- state of inner soul- The First Sound
17-robert hood- razr- Hoodmusic 1
18-james ruskin- return (original)-Return
19-regis and female- c/chaos- Faith Is Fear

I stole this tape out of the bedroom of a semi friends sister when I was 16. I am sorry. But you will never get it back. There were two tapes at one point. “Doc Martin, Live at Unlock the House”, 12-9-1995 tape one and tape two. Tape one is gone. Long live tape one. I thought I tracked it down, but it was not the one. I will always remember the Spanish guitar jam that the crowd lost their shit to, because I walked everywhere with it, losing my shit on the bus, on the street going over to Dickey’s house, in my living room with 25 invited friends over at 8am on Sunday morning.

This tape is deep as fuck. Doc at his peak. Heavy. Slamming drums, big vocals and nasty stomach twisting basslines. Snare rolls. Breaks, builds, tension and mother fucking drama in the club.

Extra points if you can tell me what the Energy Flash mix is at 21:00.

40 seconds later he starts teasing the tambourine from Green Velvets “Flash” in and you hear it: “FUCK YEA!”

FUCK YEA!

 Doc Martin-unlock the house-tape 2-sideA: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 Doc Martin-unlock the house-tape 2-sideB: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Shit. I can talk about things I know nothing about till I am blue in the face, but once I need to do my job my brain gets scarce.

4 songs make up one E.P. The lean includes techno, ambient, experimental, dubstep. All recorded with broken dolby, tape-hiss real/faked, real pianos, faked horns, real/faked drums, faked talent, and no urgency to publish the damn thing.

Available exclusively today at www.dbtrx.com

and soon at itunes, amazon and everywhere else.

Just buy the damn thing so I can buy a new bike or fishing pole. Bling Bling.