“Looks like quite a bit to undergo only for some home music,” somebody would possibly say. They usually wouldn’t be improper, technically. After every week of anticipation, preparation, coordination, efficiently getting paid day off authorised, a 7 a.m. flight, a rental automobile, a four-hour highway journey as much as Bradley, California, me and my handful of pals lastly discovered ourselves pulling as much as an enthralling younger woman who handed us our wristbands for the third annual Dirtybird Campout.
It was Dirtybird’s first time internet hosting the Campout in Bradley, on the similar location the place Lightning In a Bottle was held (which was additionally hosted by the Do LaB). No one knew completely what to anticipate. What I did naturally count on was a pair safety checkpoints, and a few competition staff to funnel us into the campgrounds. Nope! The lady who gave us our wristbands was truly one of many solely staff I noticed all weekend. We proceeded casually down the dust highway and realized that this occasion was a complete free-for-all. This will likely pose an issue for some people, however I had no problem with it. Apart from coping with a little bit of confusion, my pals and I had been in a position to simply safe a spot proper subsequent to the doorway, regardless that we arrived fairly late.
We frantically arrange our website, because the clock was ticking. We solely had about an hour till the music began, and we didn’t wish to miss Mikey Lion go b2b with Porkchop (aka half of the Desert Hearts Crew), to open up the competition. We had a brief, however candy, pregame with our beautiful neighbors whereas a number of renegade phases round us had been already bumping home music.
As we made our manner in, we realized that we’d have a worthy adversary that was going to place up a struggle with us your complete weekend: the mud. At the same time as we approached the Bass Lodge from a distance, it was clear that Desert Hearts was throwing it down. We may barely make out the tunes they had been enjoying, however there was a large cloud of mud that was billowing up from the bottom. People had been dancing. Laborious. All of the anticipation of the week prior had lastly made it’s strategy to the candy launch of the groovy tech home Mikey and Porkchop had been laying down. The 2 brothers playfully handed a tequila bottle back-and-forth whereas campers took turns leaping up on the stage, exhibiting off no matter ridiculous dance strikes they’d.
After Desert Hearts accomplished their foolishly enjoyable two-hour set, we knew we needed to make some strikes on some bandanas. It was solely 7 p.m. on the primary day and I used to be already pulling dust out of my nostril. Fortunately, our campmates introduced loads of extras. I truly by no means gave mine again … whoops. We headed again to camp to crush as many beers as we may earlier than catching one other extremely anticipated act on the Birdhouse (the mainstage): Will Clarke b2b Kill Frenzy.
It was right here the place I noticed this competition was going to be one thing particular. Not solely did it appear like Will and Kill had been having the time of their lives up there, however I may spot practically each Dirtybird heavy-hitter up on stage with them, drunk as fuck, dancing their butts off. There are not any gimmicks to Dirtybird Campout. There’s no heavy lighting manufacturing, no loopy artwork installations, none of that. The primary stage is actually the entrance porch of a log cabin. This competition is solely about filthy home music. There are, after all, the handfuls of superior actions that you could participate in, however the meat of those largely takes place in the course of the day. When night time falls, be ready to bop your legs sore.
After the epic Will Clarke & Kill Frenzy b2b (which paired properly with my Sprite b2b vodka), Danny Daze took the stage. I’ve by no means actually dived deep into the techno scene, so I actually had no expectations. Fortunately for me, I had two educated campers beside me who gave me listening directions so I used to be in a position to actually admire what he was doing up there on the CDJs. What actually impressed me although, was when he slowed down an acid home monitor and began scratching over it, finally transitioning into “Blow the Whistle” by Too $hort. Needless to say Dirtybird is a Bay Space report label, so everybody misplaced their shit completely, myself included.
The boss himself, Claude VonStroke, got here on after Danny to shut out the night time and threw it down like he all the time does. Claude had extra stage presence than regular that night time, leaping up and down all through his whole set whereas he put down unreleased banger after unreleased banger, lastly ending with the extremely coveted “Cease It” by Fisher, which was simply the monitor of the weekend. I will need to have heard it 4 separate occasions.
After a really chilly and stressed night time, I discovered myself bursting out of my tent with a starvation solely satiable by one factor: BBQ. The splendidly temperate morning was already shifting right into a 90+ diploma afternoon, and the solar started sucking out no matter electrolytes I had left in me on the stroll into the venue. I lastly reached the empty BBQ line (thank god) solely to see plate was going to value me $22. I paid for it, as a result of it seemed and smelled heavenly, however this is without doubt one of the few complaints I had with Campout. The meals and drinks had been outrageously priced. Good factor there was no person stopping me from strolling into the venue with a backpack filled with snacks, beer, and booze all weekend. Anyway, I did find yourself getting a stacked plate with juicy tri-tip, baked beans, mac & cheese, scrumptious cornbread with honey butter, and a salad. It actually did the trick, however sadly that was the one day I used to be in a position to shell out for some vendor meals.
I hoped to take part in some dodgeball and different nostalgic, aggressive video games that afternoon, however the BBQ plate put my sorry ass right into a meals coma virtually immediately. All I used to be in a position to do was stroll again to my camp and cross out so I’d have the ability to have sufficient power for the night. “Tomorrow,” I advised myself.
It took a three-hour nap and two bottles of pedialyte to get myself again into motion, however by 6 p.m. I used to be a brand new man. We had rallied many of the troops and walked proper again into the mud storm that was Sonny Fodera’s night set. Sonny went back-and-forth between his groovy disco home tracks and soiled deep home tunes, retaining the gang on their toes. He additionally continued to work in pattern after pattern of different tracks too. I used to be completely impressed by his DJ abilities and, based mostly on what I heard from different campers as properly, he ended up placing forth among the finest units of the weekend.
Between the onslaught of high quality home music I used to be listening to not solely inside the venue, but in addition on the dozens of renegade stage setups by our camp, I used to be itching for a change of tempo. After Sonny’s set we moved over to the Bass Lodge to see Tennyson. Tennyson is a brother/sister duo who I knew little about earlier than coming to see their set. I may solely describe their music as future jazz. Luke provided good work on the keyboard and sang, whereas Tess completely murdered it on the drums. It wasn’t till I noticed them reside that I noticed that every one of their recorded music isn’t produced by means of software program, they really play that shit. I used to be glad I may give my legs a relaxation from dancing and simply sit again in awe as they entranced your complete crowd with their technical ability.
Denver bass producer kLL sMTH adopted Tennyson, giving them a lot due reward after which warning the gang to brace for one thing a bit completely different. The group rapidly adjusted to his wonky, west coast bass set. I used to be merely astounded on the high quality of music that was placed on by each performer. There was not a single dangerous set. Hell, there wasn’t even an okay set. Every thing was pure hearth. Props to whoever booked the expertise this time. I used to be barely acquainted with many of the names, however now I’m a fan of practically all of them. We needed to duck out of kLL sMTH’s set a bit of bit early to verify we may safe a spot for what ended up being the set of the weekend: Walker & Royce.
Walker & Royce are the Brooklyn tech home duo which were on an insane scorching streak these days. Little did we all know that we had been going to be handled to what felt like a viewing get together for his or her forthcoming album, Self Assist. A majority of their tracks had these distorted, fuzzy bass strains that ran chills down your backbone. As a lot as I wished to tug out my cellphone to seize each second of that set, I couldn’t do it. I used to be too busy having my thoughts and physique assaulted by heater after heater. Many of the set was spent taking a look at my pals with full disbelief. Walker & Royce had been making a reputable declare for the Dirtybird throne. All of us promised one another we’d get collectively on October 20th to bump the shit out of Self Assist when it drops. I counsel you do the identical.
Try their model new music video for “Rub Anotha Dub” right here.
Earlier than we may even inform that they’d switched, the Dirtybird Prince Justin Martin was on stage mixing in. Walker & Royce will be the new youngsters on the block, however Justin had a glance on his face like he was going to remind everybody what all of them got here there for. J-Mart is notorious for holding onto unreleased edits, not even handing them to his fellow Dirtybirds to play out, so we knew it was going to get rowdy. It received greater than rowdy. I used to be fortunate sufficient to seize Justin’s heartstring-tugging nearer, a remix of Bjork’s “Anchor Track,” which he has explicitly stated won’t ever get a launch. I’d be mendacity if I advised you tears didn’t properly up in my eyes throughout this monitor. Justin Martin has an unmatched ability with combining musical components that essentially don’t work collectively and turning them into gold. Take a hearken to it proper right here:
Day three was a tough one for many of our camp. We “awakened” at an inexpensive hour, however did nothing however eat, drink, and nap till 5 p.m. My hopes of collaborating in some summer season camp shenanigans had been shattered by my fatigue. My solely objective now was to rally my enthusiasm to make it out for the remainder of the night time. Fortunately, I did simply that and was in a position to catch a handful of much more nice expertise that included Sacha Robotti, Chris Lorenzo, Bleep Bloop, Shiba San, Eats Every thing, and the up-and-coming Fisher.
What got here subsequent was one in every of my favourite components of the weekend. Claude got here up on the mic and advised everybody that it was time for the household set, and that “each DJ that was nonetheless alive” (truthfully there weren’t many) was going to drop one monitor. As soon as once more, it was bombs away in what was in all probability probably the most epic b2b2b2b2b2b2b2b2b2b2b2b set I’ve ever seen. It was right here that I had the belief of why I cherished this competition a lot. It wasn’t even a competition. It was like all of the Dirtybird fam hit up a couple of thousand folks and advised them they had been having an enormous three-day get together at their collective lake home, and that we must always all come. There was no barrier between artists and followers. It even felt bizarre to name ourselves followers. We had been all pals. There was no person round telling you what you possibly can and couldn’t do.
Like each music competition, there have been individuals who had been spun out of their thoughts, but it surely was a 21+ occasion, so folks dealt with their shit accordingly. I didn’t see one medical emergency as a result of somebody didn’t know how you can handle themselves. That’s the way it needs to be. It was additionally SO refreshing to not be bombarded by drug sellers coming to our camp each 15 minutes with a pretend pleasant greeting, asking if we wish to purchase one thing.
Primarily based on what I heard from returning Campers, this 12 months was far more packed than the final 12 months. There have been, after all, some complaints concerning the venue, the mud, the lengthy stroll to the venue, and many others. I’ll be trustworthy and say that the employees may have carried out a significantly better job letting folks know what to anticipate so far as logistics go. I, personally, didn’t have any complaints moreover the ridiculous vendor pricing. Me and my crew had such a blast that we’re already planning for the first-ever East Coast Campout in February, which was introduced in the course of the competition.
See you once more quickly, you Dirtybirds.
Dirtybird Campout 2017: eight/10
High three Units of the Weekend:
- Walker & Royce
- Justin Martin
- Sonny Fodera
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