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About

Contact
cell phone
408 839 8669
 
 
AIM
williamspin
Network
city
los angeles
state/country
CA, US
time
May 2004 - present
 
 
highschool
monta vista high school '02
 
 
college
usc '06
 
music biz
 
 
employer
imeem
description
trying my best
Interests
clubs
music, shows, amoeba, museums,
talents
i'm all about backflips
Entertainment
music
stax records, motown, beatles, jimi, janis, led, charlie parker, charles mingus, miles, duke, albter hammond jr. , amos lee, animal collective, arcade fire, avett brothers, band of horses, beirut, two gallants, blu & exile, brett dennen, castledoor, audrye sessions, coconut records, cold war kids, common, black keys
artists
vince and picasso, otherwise graffiti, im ignorant
movies
fight club, tommy boy, sling blade, willy wonka, shawshank, stranger than fiction, pulp fiction, fight club, dumb and dumber, sling blade, willy wonka, shawshank, amelie, american history x, older adam sandler, SLC Punk, closer, angels in america,wattstax, into the wild,
tv shows
brotherhood, heroes, weeds, six feet under, entourage, sex & the city, simpsons, robot chicken, family guy, boondocks
actors
ryan gosling, edward norton, emile hirsch, gene wilder,

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Blog Posts

blog post mad decent dj mix
Category: bio
Posted: Jul 14, 2008 at 6:16 PM
mfsb/spankrock - dja edit
hail social - no paradise
dr dog - heart it races (cover)
RJD2 - beyond
hail social - one you love (pink skull remix)
pink skull - drugs will keep us together
amanda blank - get it now
plasitc little - electric zoo beta
diplo - must be a devil
yah mos def - YMD is a gang
emynd & bo bliz - supremes
dj sega - mad again remix
dj sega - wassupwassup remix
d sega - down on the ground remix
gillie da kid - get down on the ground
man man - hurly burley
spankrock - bump
amanda blank / dj sega exclusive philly club beat
tuff crew - my part of town
peedi crack ft cassidy - my hood is greezy (produced by swizz beatz)
blog post fuck yeah fest!
Category: festivals
Posted: Oct 11, 2007 at 7:22 PM
Current mood: creative



With a handle like F*ck Yeah Fest I expected a full fledged circus full
of hysterical nudity, body art experimentation, dangerously sharp
fashion accessories & a general recklessness bordering on public
disaster. What I got was a veggie whopper of a good time without the
long hours collecting cancer in the sun or the storms of security
guards looking at me like I wore a bull’s eye on my forehead.

The Geography of the F*ck Yeah Festival is almost as influential to
the overall experience as the bands on its stages. Tucked away in the
hilly hood of Echo Park/Silverlake, the area isn’t exactly what you’d
put on a postcard. Far removed from the pushy billboards, big breasts
and lavish nightspots of the Sunset strip, this bohemian hideaway is a
haven for those who like their jeans tight, hair accessories eccentric
and music authentic. This year’s festival –curated by Keith Morris of
Black Flag and partner Sean Carlson—attracted a wildly eclectic set of
the best in beyond cutting edge indie for music lovers of tastes and
shapes.


My Festival experience began suddenly and without warning, with the Best Fwends.
Two kids maybe younger than me (I’m 23) donning matching white t-shirts
with animated alien faces on their belly’s sat down on grade school
chairs in front of a hand sketched banner with no instruments in sight.
I know…I wasn’t ready for that either. The shorter, freckle faced kid
grabbed his microphone, winked at his partner, and said, “We’re Best
Fwends from Ft. Worth Texas, and THIS is a loogie.”



Some spit hit the floor, most of it still dangling from his chin when
his partner –half pissed off—protested, “Dude you loogied on the Ipod!”



Turns out Best Fwends are a band in a box, or an Ipod shuffle to be
exact. After wiping the saliva off, the pair jumped into the most
hilariously badass set of punk rock I’ve ever seen. These kids were
INSANE! Their eyes bulged and neck veins surfaced as they thrashed and
harmonized their way through an indelible set of pop punk mess. These
dudes were like those little battery operated toys that sway and
“dance” to music only way more dangerous and adorable. Switch them on
and they go completely bonkers, with gears spinning and middle fingers
flying. When the music stops they snap right out of it, sitting back
down in their study hall chairs, calmly discussing what to play next as
if nothing ever happened. I’ve never seen anything like it.


Next on the agenda was Great Northern, downstairs at the EchoPlex. The
Silverlake natives played their homecoming show like returning World
Series winners, beaming with accomplishment and smiles wide as the
stage. Bathed in red romantic floods and microphone stands wrapped in
the gentle twinkle of pearl colored Christmas lights, Great Northern
proved themselves to be a mesmerizing visual and aural experience. The
band’s lead vocalist Rachel, stood at center stage behind her keyboard,
tickling the ivory and my interest with every sultry stroke.


There is something inexplicably dreamy about Great Northern’s sound.
For example, during the runaway hit song, Home, I found myself slipping
into a state of contented relaxation I’d never known; like watching a
music box ballerina twirl as you sink deeper into the folds of an easy
chair. I swayed obediently to the thick layers of melody and harmony as
perfect pop parallelograms bounced around the room, dissolving into
ears like bubbles in a bathtub.


I dashed upstairs to the Sunset Strip, greeting the eastern evening air
on my way to the Rec Center to see Foreign Born. The space was sardine
stuffed from tiny stage to red vintage brick with uniformed hipsters.
Boys and girls, 15-30, v-necks deeper than the sea, jeans tapered so
tightly one worries about circulation to the toes, a menu of
multi-styled hats from fedoras to fisherman’s to newsboy fitted caps,
moustaches worn proudly without irony, matted hair of every hue, and
indoor sunglasses so inconspicuous that I’d suggest spies wear them for
surveillance missions.





Just as I was tiring of people watching, a motley crew of travellin’
troubadours took the stage. This meandering lot of magic makers took
the form of Foreign Born,
a band that bears a strong resemblance (in a good way) to indie heroes,
the Arcade Fire. Sonically, they share a skill for penning deeply
dramatic anthems that soar with harmony and sweep through the bumpy
emotional territory of a singer who lives what he writes night after
night. Also like the Arcade Fire, seeing them live is like front row
seats for a family circus. The singer shakes a stack of cymbals
resembling a spice rack, guitar pickers jump from mike to mike and
everyone’s having so much genuine fun that they forget the pack of
strangers standing there.



Now that’s how Rock & roll should be played! Side by side with
people you love, sweat stuck to the pick, hair in the air, blissfully
unaware of the frozen audience slowly thawing from the blackberries
burning in their palms.


blog post about me
Category: bio
Posted: Oct 11, 2007 at 6:58 PM
Current mood: confused
music does
something to me that nothing else can. If I let it, a song has the
power to completely destroy my identity as I surrender myself to the
whim of the melody and the wisdom in the words. I disregard any notion
of self preservation and dive into the world of a song with my heart,
my head, my chest, my history. My reality and the song’s fiction become
one single narrative with two authors, me and the singer. I let the
song speak for me, and when that marriage is complete, I feel that I
can speak for the song, even the singer. I know him in the most
intimate way, because I too have told his story, felt his pain and said
his words with the conviction of a king and the apprehension only a
mother feels when giving birth to pure truth.