Skrillex Stole My Mind

My holiday recaps will resume after I gather my brain off the floor and cram it back into my head, and get a good night's sleep to settle it all back down.  After last night's bro-step show, I feel like I've sustained a trauma.  It feels not unlike post-car accident body pains.  I have never been so physically accosted by bass and crowds.

We went to Cinespace to see the first night of Skrillex's Los Angeles venue marathon.  It was packed to the rafters with ravers, club kids, hipsters, bass junkies, and bros.  It was a different crowd than Low End Theory- but not qute a normal Cinespace crowd, either.  The strange blend made for an uneven dance floor experience.  There were thrashy nerds and bros that wanted to mosh.  It was aggressive.

The opening acts were good- KOAN Sound and Alvin Risk.  Both were quality on their own, without the spectre of Skrillex looming over their careers.   Alvin Risk looked like Harry Potter if he was into graphic argyle and filthy bass:

Oh, wait sorry.  All that comes up if you search 'Alvin Risk Cinespace' are pictures of freakin' Skrillex.

Yeah.  It was all about the Skrillex.

An LA Weekly blogger wrote about it here.  That recap is better than anything I can muster up.

Watching these videos will help one understand why I hurt.  Oh, and maybe its a mix of getting up at 6:30 a.m. to run 8 miles after staying awake until 2 a.m. the night (morning!) before.  Oh.. and having a few whiskeys at the Sony/ATV film & TV event.  Whoops... It was Palihouse!?  I couldn't say no. 

The end.  Bedtime.