Dear Dreamer Apparel

Rockin' some fresh swag from local streetwear outfit, Dear Dreamer Apparel. These guys are making some serious waves out here and have some new designs set to drop pretty quick. Everyone at Union Sound System is stoked to be working with them. Keep it locked for big things from both camps.

Late Nights

I found an old Vivitar 285HV flash and I've been shooting like crazy lately. It has quite a bit more power than my newer Olympus FL36 automatic flash. Studio gear and manual shooting all the way. Expect a few injections of photos now and then. I'll keep the heavy photo posting to my new Tumblr page - follow!

Dub Selekta

Dubstep Selekta, one of the slickest bass music sites on the net, is now Dub Selekta. Fresh new layout and fresh new content. Check it out!

Via Dub Selekta:

The website formerly known as Dubstep Selekta has undergone a major transformation and emerged as; Dub Selekta. For some background on the switch and what this means for the website be sure to checkout the FAQ page.

You can be sure that on Dub Selekta you’ll be able to find the freshest in Drum and Bass, Dubstep, Juke, UK Funky, Moombahton, Futuresounds, Garage, Post-Dubstep, Glitch Hop, Jungle, Liquid Funk and more.

Action!

Watcher

Brain Fever (Calgary)

Phrase

Okibi

Mile Zero

Upswing

Things are coming together, not to say things haven't been rough, but we just might be able to pull things off for once. Big tings a'gwan.

Useless

Some days most days I feel completely useless. I wish things were different.

Happiness: A Rant

I just feel like so much of my emotional responses are dictated by artificial experience: drugs, anti-depressants, alcohol, nicotine, money, clothing, the amassing of material wealth. Sure my brain fires off the appropriate chemicals, but that happiness feels so utterly fake - I feel cheated. Rarely do I ever feel truly 'happy', and usually it's when I'm far removed from the plastic society we're all so indoctrinated in. So what is happiness? Is it chemicals firing off and making me feel 'good'? It can't be that simple. I think happiness is experiential; it involves the 'spirit' as much as it involves the mind. And I think the more I rely on the material of mass society, the harder it will be for me to experience true happiness.

True happiness enriches, true happiness is ethical, true happiness is shared.

Friends, music, the earth - the three things that truly make me happy (most of the time.)

Friends

Growing positive
A slowly changing outlook
Peace to Jolly Boys

Late Nights

Can't stop, won't stop.

Byzantium Bird Machine

Steeve and I have been busy working on our debut EP as AUTOMATON. Here's some unfinished clips from our Soundcloud. If all goes well the EP should be out by October 1st.

Byzantium Bird Machine by The AUTOMATON

Liberating

The last three days have been some of the most grounding, empowering, and fulfilling experiences I've had in a long time. I feel alive for once.

Radicals and Outlaws

I love playing radical shows. It seems like people appreciate you more as a performer. They're genuinely interested in the sounds you're playing. There's much more of a community mentality; the crowd interacts more, people share space. I love being an anarchist. The radical community is so diverse, and I think it saved my life.

Also, I am in love with folk punk (and the people who play it!)

Blah

I am so bored and restless; I can't seem to get to sleep tonight. Life has been very positive lately, but I can feel melancholia creeping in as the summer wanes. I'm glad I have such an amazing community to rely on.

Friends and Lovers

Are the reason my days and nights are worth living. I really need to thank these people more often.

Sketches

Rifling through a pile of old sketchbooks, I trigger memories. Old ideas, past moods - it's haunting to look and read. Now and then she interjects upon the page. Old lovers. Drawings of her face, her lips. The next page she replies in clear writing. It's painful. I want to tear out the pages and start everything anew. But I don't know if that would be right. (Right, according to whom?) I need a new book to throw myself in to, a blank canvas. I am torn, still, I am torn. The sketches may be old, but those habits, those moods, those ideas remain all the more steadfast. Nothing has changed; everything has changed.

Pieces

I don't know who I am anymore. I always feel so alone.

Wheels

First ride on my new baby (the blue '82 Yamaha XS 400 Special). I have to bleed the front brakes, tighten up some bolts, and cut a new key for it today. It could probably use an oil change too, but it runs!

Recollections

Why is it that the happiest memories hurt the most? The future seems so bleak and uncertain. Where is the spark I once had? All the energy is gone. Life is constantly a battle - a war of attrition. I feel so utterly alone sometimes. I regret so much; I miss so much. Who am I anymore? Does anyone even need me? Nothing makes sense.

Reset

It's exhilarating to swim in the ocean. You can feel how powerful she really is. It's amazing to feel so humbled. You realize how tiny you really are. We are only a small piece of the puzzle.

Resist, Rewild.