Music For People

The PirateBay PRESS RELEASE concerning #SOPA...

2012-01-19T17:43:00.002Z

Dear Friends,

In light of #SOPA being even able to come to the table, we here at Music4People thought that you should give this a read. For those of you that haven't heard of the #SOPA bill, we highly recommend this read. It gives some insight, and may I say that Pirate Bay is pretty damn accurate.

Peace,
Music4People

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INTERNETS, 18th of January 2012.PRESS RELEASE, FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE.

Over a century ago Thomas Edison got the patent for a device which would "do for the eye what the phonograph does forthe ear". He called it the Kinetoscope. He was not only amongst the first to record video, he was also the first personto own the copyright to a motion picture.

Because of Edisons patents for the motion pictures it was close to financially impossible to create motion picturesin the North american east coast. The movie studios therefor relocated to California, and founded what we today callHollywood. The reason was mostly because there was no patent.There was also no copyright to speak of, so the studios could copy old stories and make movies out of them - likeFantasia, one of Disneys biggest hits ever.

So, the whole basis of this industry, that today is screaming about losing control over immaterial rights, is that theycircumvented immaterial rights. They copied (or put in their terminology: "stole") other peoples creative works,without paying for it. They did it in order to make a huge profit. Today, they're all successful and most of thestudios are on the Fortune 500 list of the richest companies in the world. Congratulations - it's all based on beingable to re-use other peoples creative works. And today they hold the rights to what other people create.If you want to get something released, you have to abide to their rules. The ones they created after circumventingother peoples rules.

The reason they are always complainting about "pirates" today is simple. We've done what they did. We circumvented therules they created and created our own. We crushed their monopoly by giving people something more efficient. We allowpeople to have direct communication between eachother, circumventing the profitable middle man, that in some cases takeover 107% of the profits (yes, you pay to work for them).It's all based on the fact that we're competition.We've proven that their existance in their current form is no longer needed. We're just better than they are.
And the funny part is that our rules are very similar to the founding ideas of the USA. We fight for freedom of speech.We see all people as equal. We believe that the public, not the elite, should rule the nation. We believe that lawsshould be created to serve the public, not the rich corporations.
The Pirate Bay is truly an international community. The team is spread all over the globe - but we've stayed out of theUSA. We have Swedish roots and a swedish friend said this:The word SOPA means "trash" in Swedish. The word PIPA means "a pipe" in Swedish. This is of course not a coincidence.They want to make the internet inte a one way pipe, with them at the top, shoving trash through the pipe down to therest of us obedient consumers. The public opinion on this matter is clear. Ask anyone on the street and you'll learn that noone wants to be fed withtrash. Why the US government want the american people to be fed with trash is beyond our imagination but we hope thatyou will stop them, before we all drown.

SOPA can't do anything to stop TPB. Worst case we'll change top level domain from our current .org to one of thehundreds of other names that we already also use. In countries where TPB is blocked, China and Saudi Arabia springs tomind, they block hundreds of our domain names. And did it work? Not really.To fix the "problem of piracy" one should go to the source of the problem. The entertainment industry say they'recreating "culture" but what they really do is stuff like selling overpriced plushy dolls and making 11 year old girlsbecome anorexic. Either from working in the factories that creates the dolls for basically no salary or by watchingmovies and tv shows that make them think that they're fat.

In the great Sid Meiers computer game Civilization you can build Wonders of the world. One of the most powerful onesis Hollywood. With that you control all culture and media in the world. Rupert Murdoch was happy with MySpace and hadno problems with their own piracy until it failed. Now he's complainting that Google is the biggest source of piracyin the world - because he's jealous. He wants to retain his mind control over people and clearly you'd get a morehonest view of things on Wikipedia and Google than on Fox News.

Some facts (years, dates) are probably wrong in this press release. The reason is that we can't access this informationwhen Wikipedia is blacked out. Because of pressure from our failing competitors. We're sorry for that.

THE PIRATE BAY, (K)2012

Music4People: #MM

2011-12-26T18:48:00.000Z

Well Music lovers, this is the last #MM post for 2011 ... and I think it's safe to say that we've saved the best for the last.

Taken from radio show, Brick City House (BCH), we've hijacked two mixes from 2 x DJs: DJ Chicken George and Matthew Kyle, that offer up exceptionally wicked music for 2 hours and some change:

BCH Stuff’s Your Stockings w/ Matthew Kyle

Mix: Play in new window | Download

BCH Stuff’s Your Stockings w/ DJ Chicken George

Mix: Play in new window | Download

Both these mixes will carry you through an array of Reggae, Dancehall, Down-tempo, R&B, Sleazy Disco, Hip-Hop, Rollerskatin' Jams .. and it don't stop. Happyy New Year, Music Freaks!

Talcum Powder and Dusty Grooves

2011-10-08T13:39:00.002+01:00

David Mancuso at the Loft | London

Tonight was an amazing night, with some amazing people, amazing music, and an amazing atmosphere that I was so afraid I'd missed out on. Something that, at this point, I'd only read about and spent many of moments thinking about. And that something, Friends, was an evening at [a replica of] David Mancuso's Loft right here in London.

Now, when I say "replica" I mean that, four times a year
Mr. Mancuso brings his Loft experience to the Lo-n-Gritty (courtesy of Lucky Cloud Sound System). It's by word of mouth, there are a limited amount of tickets, and the event does sellout - FAST! And for the lucky few, you get to spend the next 8 hours in a wonderland of sounds. Sounds that vary from stage to stage, and that you'd never expect to hear put together with other sounds that you'd previously known! If you're not familiar with David "the Purveyor" Mancuso then, please, allow me to break-down a little something of what you can expect at his Loft party.
David plays cut for cut - for their entirety. There's no mixing. There's no effects. There's a presentation, I guess you could say, of an example of what a great cut sounds like from beginning to end. You get to experience every single element - the tiss of each high-hat, the bottom shudder that creeps up through your toes, into your shins and up through your thighs until, finally, finding your heart beat and folding into place - as they lick your ears.
Because to truly experience the type of music David gives, the sound MUST be top-notch. He sees to it that all the senses of the dancer are fed with a sound system that is designed especially to his specifications. Many years, many custom jobs, LOTS of money, and loads of one-on-one time spent with his engineer, he perfected the ultimate tiss-boom-pop with what one can only describe as pure clarity. Being the sound whore that I am, I felt compelled to rub the top high and shimmy up close against the bottom bin. I was in aural heaven, and Manu Diabango's "Soul Makossa" had never - ever - sounded so delicious.

But it gets better ...The venue.
For something as intimate as David's Loft party, one must choose the perfect venue. I'm almost sure that LSD spent their sweet time scouring basements under clubs, dingy lofts in the West, and any other venue they might have received word-of-mouth on, before they finally came upon the current spot. And for this Dancer, the effort was front and center. My attention was automatically drawn to the colorful ceiling as we entered the space, and further inspection proved to be 100's of balloons filling every crack and crevice of that roof. (For those of you who are into sound as much as I am, the balloons made the room absorb like you wouldn't believe!) As the place filled up, I noticed that every detail was carried out with the sort of tradition that is rule: There was the free water bar, the free vegan food (complete with strange yummy cakes), and a welcoming committee that was as warm as an old friends hug. The Loft is intimate (but with enough room to dance comfortably close with 100 or so other people), cozy (my hurt feet appreciated the over-stuffed couches), and feels like someone's living room that just happens to have a breathtaking view of the Lo's district skyline (ala` the walk-out terrace). Great care and detail were put into this party; from the location to the decoration everything was set so that, upon walking into the loft, one almost felt as if they were walking into David's life.

It could have been any year in the 70's, the height of the Loft's days, with just one exception ... and I swear this was my only disappointment throughout the entire evening ...
David had taken ill that evening (boooo, feel better, Hon!) and in his place had sent the only person he trusted to carry his experience off. Her name is Cosmo (yay!!), and, damn, did she proceed to hurt our feet for 8 hours of a feel-good time. Cut for cut her set was no disappointment. I can't tell you how good it felt to experience OUR music, from the ground-up, in one night. It was like breathing an evolution in sound .. and she pushed and progressed, and kept building it up as the night went on until ... *pause* ... we all - literally - climaxed together. Laugh if you want, but that's exactly what happened, Freaks. Everyone was so in the thick of it, that at one point we were all chanting along with song, arms in the air, eyes closed and faces lifted up towards the sky. For that one night, in a loft in London, a random few 100+ people were one tribe ... but I digress ...
From random disco cuts (Sylvester, T-Connection, MFSB) to classic r&b (heatwave, OJ's, etc), to the rollerskating jams of the 70's and on to Classic House - she snapped us back again to the music that inspired what we hear today in House Music. For freaks sake(!) I heard the OJ's sandwiched between Henrik Schwarz and a Junior Boys "Like A Child" remix from Carl Craig., people!! It was an intense experience that turned out to be exactly what I needed. Exactly what I had been looking for. The people were like-minded, from all walks of life, and they ALL knew the freaking cuts that were being put on the platters. When each track had squeezed out its last drop, everyone stopped moving and started applauding out of genuine appreciation of what we were being fed. There was really no way to describe the feelings that were swelling inside of me ... and trust when I say that a tear was shed ... or two.
And it made me think. This sort of experience should be a fucking class for all new-comer producers that want to make House music. Call me old school but, I've always felt that Producers need to know how important it is that the dancer feel the music they're making and presenting. There's a reason we always go back and listen to the music we grew up on; it influenced us to get up, make a move and, most importantly, it made us feel something good. And isn't that the point, Freaks? It's important that our scene and our culture - that we've created - keeps this sort of experience somewhere in the mix so that next-gen's culture can keep the mix going. It keeps our culture relevant while still keeping it fresh. Back to the class, I'd call it Influence 101, and grading would never be done on a curve. You either get it or you make Trance. Yes, I said it ... but please keep in mind that opinions are like a**holes, people - everybody's got 'em.
But again, I digress ...

Lastly, THE best thing there: The People - Dancers and Listeners alike. People were smiling - at each other. Complete strangers were coming up to me and saying "hello". One man walked by, smiled, stopped and said, "honey, your smile lights up a room it's so genuine!" And you know what ... he meant it. He walked by me during the course of the evening a few more times, and repeated it each time until finally asking my name, and welcoming me to his House. (I was told later that the sweet guy I speak of was non other than, Tim Lawrence). There were a few times I left my secure circle of Hubz and friends, to venture off into the thick crowd of smiling, sweaty, dancing Freaks. I met some great people, shared a smoke with one of them (another American, go figure!), fell into interesting conversations out on the terrace with total strangers [that I would totally be friends with], and back on the dancefloor I found a few spots where the mood was just right, and allowed myself a boogie among some fellow dancers that were singing just as loudly as I was. And as I took it all in - the balloons, the sweaty smiling people who were dancing their asses off, the music filling my soul, and the love that had it's arms wrapped around me - I realized that I was in heaven. Correction: I was home.

I can't say this enough, Freaks, people make the party. Sure the music can be great, and the space can be hi/fi, but without some solid people at the party - there just ain't no party. You've heard it before and you'll hear it many times more: People DO make the world go round. And in the case of an evening at the Loft, with 100+ complete strangers all thrown onto one dancefloor, there was nothing even close to pretentious in the air that evening. Everyone came together with one goal in mind: to get the fuck down. And we did just that.

*all pictures are copyright of the original owners, and have been borrowed for this review solely in the purpose of giving my experience a visual of which the reader can relate to. the only thing the writer owns are their words.*