it is difficult, for us anyways, to write a blog that we feel is emotional and content. we are unable to use the computer when we feel inspired and are left to remember (often hazy) times sometimes weeks later. this is one of those memories that i forgot until 2 days after writing the last blog - and there have been many others. this is for my bass head friends.
we have heard many 'electronic' beats (its a thing of the backpackers life to listen to thumping beats and try and relive the 60's) most of the trance variety, and many claiming to be electro or drum and bass (but on hearing are just obnoxious trance, worse trance than those being honest about playing trance at their parties). While we are not the 'partying type', we are forced to listen to the bass lines swinging amongst the trees on some nights (mainly in parts of India) and Amaris has been craving some serious bass (bass bass bass).
Flash to Bangkok. Much shameless partying by those around us, none by us (Rhianna anyone? I can now sing all the words to all Justin Beiber's songs. true fact) and once again Amaris is craving some bass bass bass. A young fella hands me a flyer, saying "Drum and Bass tonight". I ask if it is real drum and bass or trance that wants to be drum and bass. He laughs. Good sign. I force Trevor to run back to our guest house (its already 1130 and i felt, for some reason, that it was necessary to run home) get changed grab a beer and run to the small, dark, cramped coffee house that the flyer is advertised for.
and it was there that i danced my dripping sweat dreadlocks flying shoeless face off to some unknown, thai girl spinning SICK hard core drum and bass with the man dancing just as hard next to me. it was epic.... and i missed my peeps there for sure!
The "badger" and "burrow" are now famous in both India and Thailand. true fact. It was no Shambhala, but we smiled at the end of it the same.
we have heard many 'electronic' beats (its a thing of the backpackers life to listen to thumping beats and try and relive the 60's) most of the trance variety, and many claiming to be electro or drum and bass (but on hearing are just obnoxious trance, worse trance than those being honest about playing trance at their parties). While we are not the 'partying type', we are forced to listen to the bass lines swinging amongst the trees on some nights (mainly in parts of India) and Amaris has been craving some serious bass (bass bass bass).
Flash to Bangkok. Much shameless partying by those around us, none by us (Rhianna anyone? I can now sing all the words to all Justin Beiber's songs. true fact) and once again Amaris is craving some bass bass bass. A young fella hands me a flyer, saying "Drum and Bass tonight". I ask if it is real drum and bass or trance that wants to be drum and bass. He laughs. Good sign. I force Trevor to run back to our guest house (its already 1130 and i felt, for some reason, that it was necessary to run home) get changed grab a beer and run to the small, dark, cramped coffee house that the flyer is advertised for.
and it was there that i danced my dripping sweat dreadlocks flying shoeless face off to some unknown, thai girl spinning SICK hard core drum and bass with the man dancing just as hard next to me. it was epic.... and i missed my peeps there for sure!
The "badger" and "burrow" are now famous in both India and Thailand. true fact. It was no Shambhala, but we smiled at the end of it the same.
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