Today’s song is the highly anticipated Blackout by Tritonal and Steph Jones. I’ve been listening to the Tritonia podcast now for a while with Chad and Dave, and the intro has had samples of multiple songs that they have released over time. I always wondered where the “No we’re not going down in a blackout” portion of the intro was from, and over one year later I finally get to find out. I first heard the song as an ID at Tritonal and Cash Cash’s Untouchable tour on November 7 at Terminal 5, and since then have been wondering when they were going to officially release the song. Months later in January, this beauty is available for public hearing.
Check out Enhanced Music’s radio show Enhanced Sessions. This label is based in the UK and is owned by Will Holand and Tritonal. All the music that this label releases is golden, and I raved to Tritonal and Cash Cash during their Untouchable tour, so I know my stuff…
As you all may know, last Sunday was the last day Pacha NYC opened their doors to the public. Technically, it was supposed to be Saturday, but Winter Storm Jonas decided otherwise. Normally, Pacha remains open even with the inclement winter weather, but this was a different case. Pacha ended with a bang though because they wanted to be remembered, with Pacha: The End, a series of final shows featuring DJs like Afrojack, R3hab, and Ingrosso. Pacha being my favorite abode in NYC is going to be hard to say bye to, so I didn’t. I’m bad at goodbyes.
Where will I go now and know that I can wear whatever I want, be a guy, or be under 21, and still be guaranteed admission? Pacha is the only nightclub in NYC that is this inclusive and a true raver’s paradise. I love dressing up in sky high heels and a tight bodycon dress don’t get me wrong, but if I’m seeing one of my favorite DJs, that attire is not going to fly. There is no way a person can rave comfortably in club attire. I don’t want to see a guy with a suit raving, though I do love seeing a man suited up. I want to see a half naked chest beaded with sweat stepping to the beats of Orjan Nilsen or Armin. Only here am I able to wear anything I want and know that I will be let in. No dress code, and the bouncer lets anyone with appropriate ID in. Thus, the crowd can be raunchy and on the younger side, but everything is raw there. Only at Pacha will you see boys and girls wearing kandi, humping in the strangest fashions (no matter how much you hump that girl with your jeans on, that dick isn’t going in, honey), and the most raw and real crowd. With so many DJs performing at nightclubs all around the city, Pacha is one of the few that is 18+ and even has separate events for those below 18. Those electronic dance music fans start young, so being allowed to see their favorite DJs is a privilege only Pacha can grant as the best nightclub in NYC.
The atmosphere is relaxed. I rarely see girls tottering on heels, sipping on wine there. At Pacha, the girls are raving, releasing their stress, and having a good time. Even the bathroom waiting area has a DJ. It’s not the venue that makes Pacha what it is. The iconic red cherries decorate the walls, and there’s nothing special about the interior. It’s the people they draw in and the talent they bring. Arguably, Pacha brings in the best DJs to spin and have big names every weekend. If you go before midnight, you can get in for $10. You can see famous DJs for less than the price of a gin and tonic. Meanwhile, every other club is charging $60 a pop, and sometimes even up the prices for males. Pacha is for the broke raver and for the real ones.
Many people regret going to Pacha, but the only regret I have is not going enough. You will be missed.
-your broke raver girl who can’t afford to go to Pacha Ibiza
When people think about ravers, they think about festivals, molly, neon colors, girls clad in embellished lingerie, well-muscled men with their shirts off, and did I mention molly? The universal term is “EDM.”
We’ve all heard these phrases…
“Oh, you like EDM…”
“You must be super into drugs…”
“I don’t think DJs have any talent. I don’t see any musical instruments. They’re just pressing shuffle on their Macbook. I don’t know why people pay so much to see them push buttons”
“You must not appreciate REAL music”
“How do you dance to that music?”
or the infamous…
“It all sounds the same. It’s always that same BEAT”
I hear this all the time. I have nothing against these people. Either they have delved into this world and rejected it after experiencing and learning all about it or they are just simply ignorant. That is fine, everyone is entitled to their own opinions and judgments. However, I don’t think it’s right for others to judge us without attending a rave and experiencing the culture. It’s so cliche, but electronic dance music is not just a music genre, but a way of life. EDM is the disco of this generation.
I know that this culture has penetrated most of the world’s population. Everywhere I look, there are nightclubs hiring these DJs, concerts, festivals, and a large growing fan base. I personally do not have many close friends who are ravers nor do I have a raver boyfriend, but when I meet a fellow electronic dance music enthusiast, we instantly connect on a deeper level as we both understand what being a raver truly means.
As a recent graduate with a new job, I haven’t been able to afford to go to expensive festivals like Ultra, Tomorrowland, or EDC, and that is okay. I already eat, sleep, and breathe electronic music. I wake up to it, work to it, drive to it, and sleep to it. I am the girl behind my Macbook, finding new music through Spotify and adding to never ending playlists. I listen to free DJ podcasts in the car and I wish I could just have a separate facebook page to read DJ updates. The walls of my apartment play patronage to festivals I have never physically been too, but have danced to thanks to live streams. One of my favorite DJs, Armin van Buuren, spins on my wall, after dedicating his Tomorrowland set to his newborn son. Once in a while, I treat myself to a rave. Whether it’s at a concert venue, or at a nightclub since I can’t afford to go to festivals yet, I rave to see the DJ.
When people think of ravers, they think of festival goers. I am a raver, yet I’ve never been to a festival.
-your broke raver girl
I was listening to Gareth Emery’s Electric for Life 59 podcast this morning as I was driving to work. To start out his podcast, he said, “We’re going to start deep and slow. Like all the good things in life.” Nothing like some deep and slow 140 bpm trance to start out the morning along with the gorgeous views of cloud porn. I am a huge fan of clouds.
I’ve been listening to Christina Novelli and Roxanne Emery for a while, through collaborations with trance artists such as Gareth Emery, Armin van Buuren (my boo), Orjan Nilsen, etc. I was excited to learn about Cartel, the first female trance group. The combination of the hauntingly perfect vocals of Christina Novelli and Roxanne Emery create a power duo who I am extremely looking forward to hearing more of in the future.
A patronage to my love of trance because life starts at 135bpm