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Super excited about this new event, BomBeat, that I am launching with my crew Cumba Mela, and Nickodemus from Turntables on the Hudson.  Its all going down this Saturday, November 24th at Le Poisson Rouge, in Manhattan. Expect to hear a wide range of global bass music: cumbia, dancehall, kuduro, house, moombahton, reggaeton….

We have Jeremy Sole coming from LA, repping KCRW, TheLift, and Afro Funke.

We are going to try our best to get a free EP for ever event. Be sure to check out the first one bellow!

BomBeat EP1 November 24, 2012 @ LPR NYC by BomBeat

HBM-001: St. Google Prayer Candles (available exclusively at Change the Mood, Aug 17th @ Glasslands NYC)

HBM-002: Dubious Prey Tanks (available now at the DA webshop)

Hello Bad Mind is a new object oriented project studio I opened to bring physical manifestations of my work into the world.

I’m sick of the screen. We all are. Bruce Sterling’s latest forecast imagines 2031 when, “No one can afford to track the ageing data, archive it or save it. There is little desire to try. New schemes have disrupted the Internet; they are vaster, faster, friendlier, more interesting.” The attention economy simply doesn’t give a fuck about your content. On to the next one is the rallying cry of a consumptive vortex.

Your movie, your music, your collection of hentai kitten videos. It’s all the same, and soon to be outdated and inaccessible thanks to changing protocols, proprietary systems and creeping forced incompatibility. I like the intimacy of digital space, but my experience with physical phenomenon and organic decay holds faster in my mind. Hello Bad Mind is my next step towards creating the economies I want to support and engaging new networks of production and distribution.

For more info on both… (more…)

Peace good peoples. I’m new around here, so thanks firstly to Jace for having me. This here is a mix from my group Old Money for the good folks at VANE. Less a compilation of “the new hot shit” and more so genuine touchstones of influence for us. A cpl unreleased jawns on there from us, as well as one from Boima’s forthcoming African In New York. I’m really and truly still amazed that Boima managed to make me like that Usher song.
Vanity Jukebox Vol. 13 Pretty Danger Mixed by Old Money by sotrvanenyc
1. Mad One – House Girls 7 – No War Inside
2. Old Money – [untitled]
3. DJ Mujava – Mugwanti / Sgwejegweje
4. DJ Tira – I Wont Let You Go
5. Old Money – Mothership [unreleased]
6. Nina Simone – See-Line Woman
7. Rebirth Brass Band – Feel Like Funkin’ It Up
8. Outkast – Spottieottiedopalicious (Nacey Remix)
9. Isa GT – Funketa
10. Kes The Band – Wotless
11. Crystal Waters – What I Need (Club Mix)
12. Maluca + The Party Squad – Lola (Ging Danga)
13. Usher – DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love (Chief Boima Remix)
14. Lil Silva feat. Sampha – On Your Own
15. Gel̼-Six РIn The Building
16. Baobinga & I.D. – Man Down
17. Jhene Aiko – Club Stranger (Nguzunguzu Remix)


Also – our most recent video – “Dolla Van (Acuras, Maximas, Cressidas& Celicas)”


Also – one of the primary of the say 8 or 9 elements that influenced it – Lost Boyz – “Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz”


S/o the OG “urban” brands in the vid. Mecca USA, Walker Wear and the like. And RIP Freaky Tah. If you’ve been living this long w/o Legal Drug Money you’ve been living foul!

Associated Press / February 21, 2011

DUTTY ARTZ spent New York Fashion Week under a self-imposed cone of silence, refusing to talk to the news media. Yet somehow, the crew became a spectacle: their every move was chronicled by a cloud of bloggers, Twitter users, fashion reporters and paparazzi. Here’s how Dutty spent the week, starting on Feb. 10.


[Rainbow Sloth and Vanessa Hudgens Wednesday at Jeremy Scott.]

DAY 1 – Dutty Artz begins Fashion Week at GQ’s Best New Menswear Designer show at the Ace Hotel.

La Montra lays down the media embargo to a party reporter from Women’s Wear Daily. “I can’t really… no questions,” Rita Indiana says, at the sight of a tape recorder. “Yo no te voy a da na.” Security detail enforces edict.

Matt Shadetek lingers at the show, making small talk with fashion executives and mildly excited fans. Afterward, he decamps to the Mercer Hotel where, as The New York Post reported that morning, he is recording an album with Jay-Z.

DAY 2DJ Rupture’s a no-show at the day’s fashion shows, according to the collective wisdom of the fashion media. Instead, shows up at the Roots of Auto-Tune concert at Madison Square Garden, wearing a pair of red-and-black Air Jordans and a gray djellaba. Fashion crowd approves. Also sitting in the front row is Thomas Wesley Pentz, who is largely ignored by the “beer-and-shot” crowd, according to The New York Daily News.

DAY 3Geko Jones skips Grammy Awards for Fashion Week. Attends Tory Burch at Lincoln Center, dressed in stonewashed cut-off jeans, black leather bomber, see-through mesh shirt and a purple pair of sunglasses. While still at Lincoln Center, swings by Diet Pepsi event, unveiling a slimmer can. Later that evening, while Uproot Andy performs at the Grammys, he signs onto Twitter (where he’s been quiet) and posts: “Uproot Andy is crazy fresh!!! #OCSWAG” (the abbreviation for “original Canadian swagger”).


[Chief Boima’s personal shopper, mid-way through Fashion Week]

DAY 4Chief Boima hits the shows. First stop: Alexander Wang at Pier 94, wearing a red gold and green Clan des Indigenes Accables nylon jacket, leather jeans, sunglasses and big gold-encrusted Business iPhone. Seated next to the model Erin Wasson. As lights dim, yells “Aiiight,” according to Refinery29’s Twitter feed. At night, Taliesin is spotted at the Standard hotel for AARP magazine’s customary Fashion Week party. Hemmed in corner, behind security, for most of the evening. “No press, no stress,” his female bodyguard says.

DAY 5 – Valentine’s Day. WWD Style puts Rainbow Sloth on its cover. “Seacrest Cheadle may be ducking interviews and trying to avoid photos, but he’s certainly been no stranger to animals that can smell time,” it reads.

DAY 6 – A chair marked “Lamin Fofana” sits empty at Rodarte, as Sofia Coppola, Kirsten Dunst and array of fashion editors wait. Mr. Fofana arrives and show starts seconds later. Continues to spurn reporters, but gives Amy Odell, fashion blogger for New York magazine, a hug. “Aw, you look so sad,” he says, after rebuffing the reporter’s questions. Poses with Bryanboy, the outré fashion blogger, outside.

A little before 11 p.m., the Dutty Artz family arrives at intimate party for Gold Coast’s new boutique in SoHo. Yawns while waiting for Lauryn Hill to perform. Ends night at Mondrian hotel, where they are the guest of honor for the tripartite British Petrol, Hooters, and V Man magazine’s party. Cover features Mr. Shadetek with bills stuffed in his mouth, shot by Karla Lagerfeld. Dollar bills, real and fake, rain down on crowd. DJ Rupture seen in corner eating KFC.

DAY 7 – By the seventh day of Fashion Week, it was pretty obvious that Dutty Artz crew hadn’t slept yet. Although the crew had stayed awake and energetic for a hundred hours straight, aberrations of judgment and perception snowballed after the third day, until in extremis the most bizarre hallucinations were taken at face value, and a person could fidget for hours deciding what to have for breakfast. Taliesin looks in the mirror, framed by a blue cloud of sensemilla smoke. Stimtabs litter the countertop. His arms look surprisingly human, except that they are too long and undermuscled. There are too many fingers on his hands. No Anna Sui gloves, then. Shoulderless, neckless. Let’s call Day 7 a Breakfast Day.

Dutty Artz’s trail goes sloth as Fashion Week draws to a close. Come back in September.