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  • E3 is on fire!

    8/13/06

    Atlas was last night. Several hundred people on a hot, sunny day and I can’t complain. I was looking forward to hearing E3 play all his latest finds as he has just returned from France. He was even kind enough to bring back some scores for us. (Sniper, yes!) His first set started out with Rai, and then moved into French hip-hop, Dancehall, Balkan beats, a great Sukshinder Shinda track, and the wonderful “Ishq Naag.” Quite impressive and mostly new stuff. There was probably even more to his set that my short-term memory has not retained. Little did I know what he had in store for his second set. He started devastating with Algerian Drum’n’Bass, Arabic Drum’nBass, a sick remix of “Bhangra Fever,” a sitar’n’bass track neither Anjali or I knew, Samba’n’bass, more French hip-hop. His set was so hard and so brutal. I was blown away. Single best set I have seen him play in three years. I would love a mix of it, which I promptly told him. Sick, sick, sick. He was so good I was trying to put off going on as long as possible.

    When I finally did go on after 2am I found myself playing a much harder, faster, more electronic set than I normally do, following what E3 had done. I wasn’t embarrassing myself terribly (allow me my delusions) and I got an energetic desi dancefloor to a “Rang De Basanti” remix, but my final song was a brick for the ages. I have never liked the Mika Singh “Something Something” album but I have been well aware of what a big hit it is. With this in mind I thought people might be up for some Indian cheese-pop bhangra. Well the song “Marge Sohniye” begins atrociously (“Girl when you move you’re . . .”) and I totally flubbed the transition into it for a double whammy of high-suckitude. After this astounding belly flop I had the proud pleasure of watching 80% of the late-night dancefloor immediately form a line to the door. “Bye.” “Goodbye.” “See you later.” The club immediately brought the lights up and I got to feel like the biggest ass on earth. If I could’ve stopped one song earlier I wouldn’t have to have spent the waking moments of the last 12 hours feeling like a complete suck-ass.

    I always bring cheezy stuff because sometimes cheese can be fun, but when it’s not fun, it just sucks. Having cleared many dancefloors in my time I can attest to how the different methods of clearing dancefloors feel for a DJ. Let me tell you that the worst is playing a song that you don’t like, don’t respect, don’t think is any good, but play because you think it is going to work for a particular crowd. That method of clearing a crowd truly eats at the soul of a DJ. It’s one thing to play a great song that people don’t get, is too obscure, or too ahead of its time. At least in that case you can maintain a modicum of self-respect. But when you low-ball it and the crowd steps away and lets the ball hit the floor and roll to a stop, you just suck, and you’re playing shitty music.

    I felt equally horrible after my first set, despite several compliments. I felt completely off-my-game, off-time, and fucking up. One flubbed ball-drop after another. It felt like I was only getting a lukewarm response no matter what I did (people liked the Tigarah, seemingly) and I wasn’t getting a strong sense of where to go with my set. Afterwards I felt like crawling under a rock and hiding. Like I said, people said nice things but for me it felt awful. Time-to-hang-up-the-headphones-bad. Well, next month at Atlas we have the pleasure of hosting DJ Rekha and I play the opening set, avoiding embarrassing myself in front of too many people, hopefullly. Thanks to everyone who came out. Thank you to Jeevan and Todd for being our street team.

    IK

  • finally caught diplo

    8/9/06 – 8/11/06 (Here and there, when I’ve had time.)

    So, having read about Hollertronix and Diplo forever I finally got my first chance to see the man. I’ve been more interested in him than most DJs because of his involvement with the Funk Carioca scene in Brazil. I bought his first Funk Carioca mixtape when it dropped and that was the first taste I got of that sound. I had read about the music years prior in a Latin American music magazine called “La Banda Elastica.” An interview with Manu Chao and David Byrne of all things. They just talked about a funk/hip-hop hybrid out of the favelas. I went around NYC Brazilian stores trying to find the stuff. I didn’t even know that the Funk Carioca scene was different than the Brazilian Hip-hop scene which was about all I was able to find.

    Every time Diplo has played Portland I’ve had a gig or been out of town, so leave it to a Monday night show to finally find me available. I’ve always been curious about the international content of his DJ sets. Anyone who I talked to who caught one of his Portland shows would say that all he played was 80’s and hip-hop. Very disappointing news. So I got a chance to see for myself. First of all I should say that his hour plus set was very dense and it has been several days so I will work with my memory to suss out the details. He consistently played an accapella over a beat to a different song. Sometimes one hip-hop beat with another hip-hop accapella on top. Sometimes an 80’s accapella (“Walk Like An Egyptian” for instance, with the video [over the “Whisper Song” beat?]) over a hip-hop beat. Initially he was just mixing beats and vocals and then he starting scratching in accapellas on DVD that were synched to the original artist videos. The Beastie Boys accapella of Sure Shot was the first video mixing he brought into his set. It was not always possible to tell whether a track was the original beat, a slightly-remixed beat, a beat from another song entirely, or an original Diplo creation. You should know that I own Diplo’s Favela mixes, his Diplo Rhythm 12″, his work with MIA, and about nothing else. I don’t own any of the Hollertronix stuff. I’m sure many of the remixes of tracks I heard during his set are known quantities, remixed by Diplo, but I don’t know ’em.

    He started with a “Badman Pull Up” track that I don’t know because I only know a fraction of the popular dancehall songs. I thought it was a very interesting way to start his set and I perked up my ears. Then he went into a straight 95.5 set going so far as to play the original of “Tipsy” which I found quite underwhelming and dated. Blackmarks commented that the hipsters didn’t even know they were dancing to a mainstream hip-hop set being played all over town every weekend. I don’t presume to know people’s corporate hip-hop radio listening habits so I refrain from judgement. Somewhere in there he played Too Short’s “Shake That Monkey,” Cassie, MIA’s verse from “Grapes,” the aforementioned Beasties video + accapella, a Missy video + accapella (over “Rock the Casbah”), and a Ludacris video + accapella, all over different beats from the original songs. I must stress again that although he did occasionally play a track straight-up, it was usually a mashup of at least one different beat and accapella if not several different accapellas and several different beats.

    He began playing the Cure “Lovecats” instrumental (slightly remixed). I won’t remember everything he mixed with this beat, and I believe there were several mixes with that rhythm. At one point he brought in the Daddy Yankee “Rompe” video + accapella over this beat. Then a reggaeton rhythm track came in along with the accapella and the “Lovecats” beat. It was smooth and there were moments when it all worked together quite well but I still like the original “Rompe” track better. That was the only bit of Reggaeton in his entire set. From the Dancehall opening until the “Rompe” accapella his set had been entirely coomprised of 80’s and hip-hop and despite only playing a minute or two of anything and having so many layers going at the same time I was fairly bored with his M.O.

    At a certain point the familiar sound of the “Think” break entered the picture and things moved into a Baltimore club direction. Now I only have a handful of Baltimore Club tracks and I am mostly ignorant of all the music in that scene. I can’t tell you whether he was playing his own original tracks, or remixes of existing tracks, or straight-up pre-existing tracks. Things were then happening at a much faster pace. The energy level was definitely peaking. In this set he played a “Drop It Like It’s Hot” remix that included all the bits of the chorus that don’t involve the words “Drop It Like It’s Hot.” He also played his remix of Ray Charles’ “I Got A Woman.” My favorite part of his set was during this fast, hard portion that I assumed was all Baltimore Club but it could have involved other current regional dance styles, such is my ignorance. The beats were fast and hard and not straight house. At one point he was playing some sick dancehall vocals over a very fast rhythm. This was the hottest shit I heard all night. Neither Blackmarks or I recognized the rhythm. Maybe it was a straight-up Jamaican riddim, or maybe the accapellas were synched to another rhythm, and maybe it was a Diplo original or someone else’s. Can’t help you there. It was hot and I would like to own it either way. He also played a Pitbull accapella at some point. It was over a very fast, very hard rhythm. I loved it. Was it a new Pitbull track? A Diplo mashup? I don’t know. It was hot. I want it. He played Daft Punk’s “Around the World” accapella, went into the “Technologic” accapella and then into Busta’s “Touch It” track over a sped-up rhythm. At one point I heard a voice say “Smack My Bitch Up.” Not being familiar with mid-period Prodigy I don’t know if he was playing the actual Prodigy track, or a remix, or if that was just a stray vocal. Things were very break-y techno-y for a while there. Didn’t know the tracks. Some time during this very fast part of his set he played a very hard remix of the Marvelette’s “Please Mr. Postman.” It started out looping the part sampled in the Juelz Santana track but then very effectively went into more of the song over a very loud and fast beat. Great crowd response, and then into a similar remix of the Beatles’ “Twist and Shout” synched with an old B&W television performance clip (Anjali says the Ed Sullivan show). The crowd was jumping up and down and going crazy.

    He went back to a hip-hop direction. He played the “Hustlin’” accapella at some point and a “Stay Fly” remix. The only references to Funk Carioca in his set were playing around with the sample of the horns from “Theme From Rocky” used first in Deize’s “Injeção” and then in the MIA “Bucky Done Gun” track before going into the MIA track. It sounded like the original but there was so much awesome bass I wondered if it was a remix. I’d never heard the bass in that track hit so hard. He did play two songs off the Diplo rhythm starting with Sandra Melody and then into the Pantera Os Danadinhos vocal. He wrapped his set up with Le Tigre’s “Deceptacon” mixing in the video + accapella of “Bombs Over Baghdad” throughout the track. Le Tigre sounded as muddy and muffled as my own overplayed vinyl. Somewhere in his set I think he played both his Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs remix and his Bloc Party remix. That’s what I thought they were anyway. I don’t listen to either band. I also remember the Eurhymic’s “Sweet Dreams” beat and the “Blue Monday” beat being mixed with something.

    After CSS stopped playing and before Diplo went on a lot of people seemed to leave. Even though the singer of that band made a point of introducing Diplo there was then a lot of technical wrangling before he actually started performing. As I watched people head to the exits I am reminded of how many times I have begun DJing after a performer as I watch people stream for the exits. I guess that happens to all DJs, even Diplo. He definitely got the crowd going, however. Eventually the place felt full again and there was a lot of dancing on a Monday night. Towards the end of his set people started filling up the stage and dancing next to his DJ set-up. I didn’t see whether they were invited or did this spontaneously. So picture a full dancefloor and a stage full of dancers to imagine how his set finished. There was a lot of applause so he kept playing.

    His encore went in a very oldies direction. He played an Elvis snapping fingers loop with the E-40/Lil Jon “Snap Your Fingers” accapella. He played Surfin’ Bird, he played Dick Dale’s “Miserlou.” Anjali and I left while he was playing “Stand By Me” which appeared to be his last track.

    We had hoped to catch Bondo do Role but despite the way the bands had been listed in the ads, they went on first and we missed them. We saw the beginning of CSS’s set and were so disappointed and unenthused we adjourned to the lounge. Most of the crowd loved them and were thoroughly into their set by the time they got off. They may have been Brazilian but they seemed like Brooklyn hipsters to me.

    IK

  • fried ears, tired boy

    Well, the live remote broadcast from our Andaz night at the Fez on KBOO was a super success. We had a packed, raging party. People were coming in all night saying, “I heard this on the radio.” Thank you so much to Chihiro and the KBOO staff and Michael and the Fez staff for making everything work so smoothly. That was fun. I’d like to hear the recording. The one bummer was the fact that it is so hard to use the mic without it feeding back. It sucks. I’d love to get in more crowd interaction but when the high pitch screaming starts from the equipment its time to give it a rest.

    I had a good time but I had the typical issues I have at that night which is trying to balance the desires of the different crowds. Things went a little different. Anjali and I played in a slightly different order. That meant that I played an entire hour of Bhangra early on when normally I concentrate on filmi. since Anjali’s sets are so heavily tipped towards the Panjabi crowd. I did get in a solid half hour of filmi in my second set. There is so much coming out these days all geared for the dance floor that no matter what I play there are five times as many songs I don’t have time to play. We had a vocal Panjabi contigent until 3am which meant that for my final set when I normally cruise into classic filmi mode I had to swich it up more. Its hard when a group of people just want to hear fimi, a group of people only want slow-n-low bhangra, and everyone else just wants to dance. Its hard to fit it all in and not seem schizophrenic when Hindi songs are often fast and trancey and many of the most-requested Panjabi songs are about 30 beats a minute slower than the filmi requests. To give you an idea of the polarity of the crowd I will mention that only two CDs had three songs played from them during the night. Kal Ho Naa Ho and Sukshinda Shinda “Collaborations.” Night and fucking day. My moment of greatest failure trying to bridge these two worlds during the night was trying to transition from Jazzy B’s “Soorma” into a filmi set. I chose to go with Jazzy’s recent filmi hit “Chug De Punjabi” as a bridge. Well, that involved going from a slow bhangra song, to a fast filmi-bhangra house track that didn’t work either pace-wise or sensibility-wise. The Panjabis didn’t like it (in fact I had the pleasure of watching a mass exodus of dancers from the stage) and I didn’t get a strong response from the filmi lovers either. Oh well, it can enter my personal gallery of embarrassing DJ moments of failure.

    One thing that has to stop is people coming in the DJ booth. Even locked, people manage to get themselves in and it is just not cool. DJs have to work. I’m not busting into people’s offices during the day and getting all up in their faces. Respect the DJ booth. Its not a VIP room and it is not a staging ground for requests.

    Thank you to everyone who came out and everyone who tuned into KBOO. Fortunately for all the attendees the air-conditiong was working better than it ever has and no matter how hot and sweaty it got it was nothing like the aquarium people were dancing in in July. See you at the shows, y’all.

    IK

  • All Hipsters are not created equal

    I’ve been thinking about one of my past posts a lot lately. The one attempting to castigate “hipsters” for their limited range of musical interest, especially when it comes to international music. There is a lot of dissing of “hipsters” these days, usually by other hipsters. If I’m going to be criticizing hipsters (no doubt seeming to most as one myself) I don’t want to give in to easy stereotypes and inaccurate generalizations. I tried to define the range of hipster interest in international music. Well, hipsters are not a monolithic group. There are certainly various tribes or sub-groupings. To some, the hipsters (characterized by the Fader writers for instance) are interested in just the sort of music I champion (Balkan beats, Baile Funk, Reggaeton, Bhangra). It must look amusing for someone with this take on hipsters to see me claiming that hipsters aren’t in to the type of music with which I am most associated.

    I don’t see a lot of evidence of this sort of hipster in Portland. In fact, our crowd bears little resemblence to the large gatherings of hipsters I see at various musical events in Portland. I think that Portland hipsters are much less interested in contemporary international music than writers based in New York. Portland is the whitest city of its size in the United States. This isolation from any kind of racial, ethnic, or cultural diversity plays an insidious role in some people’s music listening. Believe me, I know ultimate hipsters who are way in to a variety of musics from different ages and spaces. However, if you look at the majority purchasing habits of the white Portland hipster tribe you are looking at a mostly white, white indie landscape. Retro in all things. Even what little passes for international music. If it isn’t explicitly retro than it has a strong hipster pedigree or hipster label presence.

    Dengue Fever, good stuff, but so imitative of a golden past. M.I.A., hot, but acceptance by a hipster audience was preceded by her involvement with Peaches, Pulp and Elastica veterans, and Diplo. Hipster record stores will often have an African music section which basically consist of a million Fela Kuti albums. Fela’s great but he gained a great deal of musical inspiration from funk while living in the US and his music is certainly not the African music played and danced to by the vast majority of the world’s African diaspora. Antibalas? Possibly the only band from the US playing African music getting any attention and they imitate Fela’s style. You won’t find any of the rest of the world of African music in Portland record stores outside of places like Timbuktunes and Music Millennium. Konono No 1 and other Congotronics bands? Marketed like Sonic Youth and pitched to white boy record store geeks. (Konono No 1 shared a 12″ with Dead C, for fuck’s sake!)

    Often times what little contemporary international music released in the US and marketed to a hipster audience will be a once-removed imitation of a cutting-edge style. Edu K? Feigned Baile Funk from a Punk band veteran available and marketed only OUTSIDE of Brazil. Bondo do Role? Another faux-Baile Funk band that imitates the favela music with art school credentials.

    What about contemporary international music available in the US that is not aimed at young white hipsters? There are the stodgily prosaic ethnographic and classical recordings. A purists nose-turning which says that a dialogue between nations, especially technologically-debased Western ones, infects the pure traditions. “Pure” traditions that surely involve much historic mixing and blending over hundreds or thousands of years. Naive music ruined by technological elements? What, we will control access to beats and basslines the way we are gatekeepers of nuclear weapons technology? Stay pure, avoid the tempation of the 808 and Fruity Loops? Aid to your country will be limited by your efforts at keeping your musicians from working with synthesizers and drum machines. Equation of primitiveness with purity. Acceptance and use of technology = Western and debased.

    Then there is the infinite world of “chill” comps and “lounge” CDs. Anjali and I are so sick of “Asian Chill” and “Asian Lounge.” When some of the most riotous, jump out of your chair music in the world is coming from the Asian diaspora why does every collection of “Asian” music involve a somnolent posture? Why are all the musician and producer names on these CDs European, even if they hide behind a name like “Buddha Channel” or somesuch?

  • Harakiri

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    Saw “Harakiri” aka “Seppuku” last night; another film in the NW Film Center’s Samurai series. Once again it starred Tatsuya Nakadai who played a role with a very different tone despite being an equally disillusioned character. He is the man. I feel like he used an octave lower voice for this role compared to “Kill!”. Of course it had to have a tragic ending to get across all its bitter points but I kept hoping for a justice-feuled slicing and dicing of all the bad guys. Despite its slow pace, or perhaps because of it, there is a gripping tension throughout the piece. I guess a movie that begins with a brutal seppuku ceremony featuring a bamboo sword used in the disembowelling is gonna rivet your attention early on.

    IK

  • thank you DJ Blackmarks and Soulsalaam and you the people!

    6/10/06
    It was a long, hot summer day and we want to thank DJ Blackmarks and Soulsalaam for taking the stage and performing at Atlas. Thank you also to everyone who came out and poured ritual libations of sweat on to the dancefloor. Soulsalaam is moving to Brazil and we wish him all the best in his new hemisphere.

    To check out these artists, follow the links:

    DJ Blackmarks

    Soulsalaam
    Hypnomadic a project with Soulsalaam and Process Rebel

  • Listening to old music can be kill(!)er

    I’m not necessarily talking about music that’s any more than a year or two old, just things that have lain around unappreciated only to become alive with a single airing. Music and books both are merely physical objects until experienced and made alive in the spiritual dimension of the individual (Or until they have channeled new pathways in our neuro-electrical network, if you prefer). When closed between record jackets or dustcovers it is far too easy to dismiss the objects as being nothing other than their physical presence. When experienced and absorbed they become a memory library of different consciousnesses and interactive experiences. This internal library will continue to exist with or without the physical presence of the objects. Music and books both work interactively mentally and emotionally with the individual, but music with a strong beat also works interactively in the physical dimension, moving limbs and centers. Fully interactive. Memory, emotion, mood, sanity, neurons, dendrites, muscles, blood, soul.

    I’m not saying that books can’t make you stomp your feet or get up and jump up and down or hit something, but rhythmic music consistenly provokes a much more continuous physical response during the exposure period (regardless of the will or consciousness of the individual). Especially at high volumes. Kevin Shields said it was at 135 decibels that he started seeing dramatic physical responses in his crowd. What a chap.

    7/10/06 early

  • Kill!

    7/8/06

    Well, that’s the name of the film anyway. Kill! “is a 1968 film directed by Kihachi Okamoto, written by Akira Murao, Kihachi Okamoto, and Shugoro Yamamoto and starring Tatsuya Nakadai” according to the Wiki. It’s the first film in the NW Film Center’s Samurai series that we’ve been able to make. Quite enjoyable. Taysuya Nakadai is charming and full of underdog appeal. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before and now I’m very curious about his career. He reminds Anjali of Robert Mitchum but his soulful eyes remind me of Peter Lorre without the creep factor. The film is thoughtful and not at all what you might expect from a movie called “Kill!.”

    IK

  • Baba maal gets attention in portland weeklies!?!

    6/29/06
    Baba Maal played the Oregon Zoo on Wednesday. I’ve seen him there several times before. The interesting thing is that both the
    Willamette Week and the Mercury recommended the show. The Mercury even gave it their pick of the day. This is fascinating because for a long time now there has been next to no international music coverage of any kind in the weekly papers. Major international artists will come through town without so much as a mention in the papers. The Portland Mercury has always had a typically ignorant hipster stance that the only good music is performed in English or geared towards hipster sensibilities.* When I used to write for them the only preview I ever wrote that they didn’t print was one I was particularly proud of on Zakir Hussain. (However back then the Mercury had a great writer with a vast knowledge of and appreciation for African music, in the form of freelancer Murray Cizon. They don’t have any writers like that any more.) Of course in writing up Baba Maal the Mercury compared him to Kurt Cobain in some laughable stretch at trying to make him seem relevant to a white hipster Portland audience. I don’t know if this signals some new direction of the local papers to cover more international music or if it was just a bizarre fluke.

    I spent the concert entertaining Anjali’s four year old niece. I can’t say that I am well-suited to review the musical performance.

    *I should clarify this hipster stance. Old 60’s French stuff a la Gainsbourg: OK, kitschy old SE Asian Rock’n’Roll: OK, The occasional very Rock’n’Roll Bollywood track: OK. What do these all have in common? They’re old, they’re kitschy, they are imitative of earlier American forms, mimicking Rock’n’Roll idioms. Contemporary international music that is not made for Americans and is made on its own terms is irrelevant to this hipster stance. Much contemporary international music shows a Western influence but while it may incorporate Western sonic elements it is not necessarily geared towards Western appreciation. In fact it often sounds “cheezy” to Western ears, whether it is the heavy metal guitars in Chinese pop, the overly bright keyboards in African music, or the (unbelievably lame) rapping in much current Bollywood. Old international music with dated Western sonic elements can be “cool” to such hipsters (like funky Bollywood tracks) but anything contemporary is completely off the radar.

    The last time I went to Other Music in New York (the penultimate hipster record store) they had this 60’s influenced kitschy stuff, and old ethnographic folk or classical recordings but nothing contemporary on the international scene. No African or French Hip-hop, no Arabic pop, no Reggaeton, no Bhangra or contemporary Bollywood. Plenty of 60’s/70’s Brazilian, but nothing contemporary. Hipsters think they’re so cool that they can discover something 30 to 40 years old. I guess they’ll be in their 50’s before they start checking out the shit that’s hot crap today.

    Much of this can be explained by the marketing of “World Music” in America. It is sold effectively to an older generation of yuppies and the marketing, and the demographic marketed to, makes any international music seem hopelessly lame to the young. Especially the young obsessed with image and coolness. It is the blandly inoffensive and nostalgic that sells, Buena Vista Social Club, etc. A British rapper once commented on how hard it was to get the darkest, hardest, most “street” stuff from America. Well, I think the same thing is true anywhere. It is the shiny, safe, pop stuff from a country that is most available outside that country. The edgier, the more it is buried in the home country. I would love to get the “prohibao” stuff from the Brazilian favelas (not because I’m a big fan of druglords or gun violence, but because that is the original form of much Baile Funk before it is sexed-up for pop
    appeal) but good fuckin’ luck on that one. If you can’t afford to travel there is always the endless, arduous scouring of the internet.

  • Andaz thoughts

    6/29/06

    Last Saturday’s Andaz was totally unique. Except for once when
    Anjali had to cover for me while I flew down to LA to DJ a wedding
    we have always had a one-hour-on, one-hour-off rotation policy. I
    had flown in on Friday night from NYC but Anjali wasn’t flying in
    until Saturday night, the night of Andaz. Sure enough her plane
    was late and she didn’t arrive to the Fez to DJ until after
    12:30am. I was in the booth DJing for 3 and 1/2 hours. Now I am
    no stranger to shifts as long as 8-10 hours. Back in my house
    party days (Hey, I’m still up for them, I just rarely get the
    opportunity these days.) I would go from 7pm-5am. But after 3 and
    1/2 years of DJing Andaz where I have never played more than an
    hour at a time it was a real difference to play for many hours
    uninterrupted.

    The most obnoxious element of the experience was a woman who kept
    requesting “nice Hindi Panjabi pop.” What the hell is Hindi
    Panjabi pop? I know Hindi pop, I know Panjabi pop, but Hindi
    Panjabi Pop? Are there two vocalists and one is singing in Hindi
    and one is singing in Panjabi? Is this some new fusion music I’ve
    somehow entirely missed in my years of ransacking Indian music
    stores both in North America and India? To make matters worse she
    couldn’t name a single artist or song that fit the requirements of
    what she was requesting. Not that this vagueness kept her from
    coming back again and again. She claimed what I was playing was
    “too Hip-hop, Panjabi Hip-hop” and not “pop.” Meanwhile another
    dude was coming up requesting Hip-hop, so apparently my selections
    weren’t Hip-hop enough for at least one member of the crowd.

    To make matters worse she suggested that I play some of the “nice”
    selections that Anjali plays on her radio show. Well, I had to
    explain that it is OUR radio show and OUR selections. In fact,
    I’m the one responsible for the majority of the pop content. It
    would be a lot more abstract and drum’n’bass if I wasn’t involved.
    I force a lot more current Hindi pop on to the show than Anjali
    would desire left to her own devices. Current Hindi pop (if it
    isn’t an exception like “Kaja Re”) is either Hip-hop or techno.
    Maybe the insistent booth-crasher likes the techno stuff and not the Hip-hop, what do I
    know, I’m not a mind reader, as her many unhappy visits to the DJ
    booth made clear.

    What is so difficult about DJing Indian music these days is the
    voluminous quantity of it coming out these days geared towards a
    dance floor. Anjali and I have always had enough hard Bhangra to
    play uninterrupted for days, but there didn’t use to be so much
    dancefloor friendly Bollywood material. Now a common format for a
    Hindi soundtrack is 6 songs and then 6 remixes. I bought 5 some
    new soundtracks like that in one go at Jackson Heights in addition
    to all the other soundtracks with unremixed dance hits on them.

    No matter what I end up playing at Andaz I am haunted by all the
    hundreds of songs I could have played but didn’t. If I play a lot
    of tried and true songs then I regret not playing more brand new
    stuff. If I play a lot of brand new stuff than I regret not
    playing more stuff that people might know and respond to
    better. After one Andaz Anjali commented that I didn’t play a
    single song before 2004.

    After any Andaz I can name a huge list of essential artists that
    we hardly played. Many times we realize that our favorite artist
    didn’t even get a single song aired during the six hours of the
    party. Part of it is that there is simply such an enormous amount
    of music and part of it is the many different directions the crowd
    wants to drag the DJ, almost all of them familiar and over-done.
    Rarely do these directions coincide with what Anjali and I would
    chose to do. We have our own preferences which are unusual and
    generally unappreciated.

    The DJ wants to play the newest songs that they are excited about
    and the crowd invariably wants to hear the most familiar and
    overplayed songs with which they can sing along.