Vive Ed Banger
The crackle and crunch of the synths responsible for bring the rocks kids into the clubs. Timed perfectly to a garden of spotlights that shot off like the cannons of the French Revolution. The French boys were on a sick one.
This was French house. This was electro. I mean Jesus, is it even legal for music to sound this good.
The ED Banger crew concurred nyc for the last weekend of July. My hunch… Busy P was just looking for an excuse to flee Paris for the olympics so he gathered the crew & hopped on a jet to seek refuge.
we lived to see the festivities, so we r forced to tell the tale. lets start on Thursday.
Alt Title: I went to the justice show and all I got was hearing damage.
Thursday, July 25th
7:37pm | After skipping my morning run to have ample energy for the night that will ensue, I devour beef and rice and prepare for war
8:20pm | Game time. we otw. god bless the ACE
9:28pm | we outside the gates of the navy yard. the strange wall of shipping containers is so daunting. I need to chug the rest of my tall boy.
9:35pm | we in. the space is blue. its huge. almost no1 is here yet. busy p is djing. vibes r up.
9:40pm | merch line long asl. looks sick tho. typical concert prices. like who tf is actually paying $100 for a hoodie that is on their online shop and will be conemed to hold it for the next 5 hours???
10pm | there’s an outside section and we r grabbing some fresh air. all is well b4 this trippy group shares the bench with us and we cant figure out their vibe for the life of us. did they meet there? r they long time friends? did that girl rlly go to stanford? questions I have that will be lost in the ether.
10:22pm | After pushing past Port potties and idle millenials, we were at the front, the only acceptable place to be for a show of this caliber.
10:37pm | Alan Braxe and Falcon r on. Braxe has def gone thru at least 12 cigs by now. vibes up.
12am | Following a half hour of soft rock (im not in love by 10cc played??) Gaspard and Xaveire emerge. The first baseline hit me. breath left my body. my senses were overwhelmed. my ears were on the verge of exploding. the speakers were cranked all the way up. I could feel the bass ripple through my body. a lot of ppl around us were wearing ear plugs, which I guess is smart in the long run but at this rate I'll be deaf by 30, so I might as well embrace it...
Justice played bangers old and new. We got WWW, DANCE, The Party, Stress, and so many others. I want to rob a bank Dark Knight style to afford to see the entire tour. I want to hack the ED Banger servers and threaten to leak all their music so they play another show… idk I think I just want to see them again man.
Haven’t had that much fun at a concert in a while. Went into Friday off 2 hours of sleep, did nothing at the office, and then rinsed and repeated for the ED Banger party at the one and only Le Bain above The Standard. More about that to come.
Friday, July 26th
10pm | still tired. Its hot. I wanna go in the lukewarm hot tub.
Tired of Timestamps | Fcukers, busy p, orson. Under 1 roof. 20 stories above the streets of meatpacking. What a trip. Fcukers (pronounced fuckers, but like fcukers is so much cooler) were set up behind the hot tub. Drums on the left, mic center, guitar and synth far left.
The crowd was antsy. The only place without pushing was the pool itself.
Patrons, socialites, and social climbers came together in the overly chlorinated holy waters. Oh how jealous I was of the people in the pool. To be in a bathing suit and guarded from sharp elbows and the occasional baptizing by a vodka soda. Sounds lovely.
The music was fast. crunchy and everything good.
I need air. Lets retreat. The roof will do. I find myself devouring a ham and cheese crepe. moments later, my feet drag along the dancefloor.
My weary eyes clock Pedro winter and orson B2B
Jackson Walker Lewis of Fcukers joined later but I unfortunately was 2 gassed to see that. apparently Busy P and Orson were looking for a 3rd.
Not to fret, we still had boots on the ground #journalism.
So yeah all my friends left me before 1 am (wtff guys) but yeah I had 2 more shots of vodka and stayed planted right in front of busy p and Hudson Mohawk as to not lose my seat in the face of greatness. I watch in awe, well not really awe im just drunk and getting light headed from the chlorine fumes. After every shooter, I breathe what feels like fire into the air but it’s just my Smirnoff breath. After running though those, the sound of drum kits just started hurting my mf head. It’s like 2:30, not even that late but like im drained from going out since Thursday and having to wake up at 7 everyday. I fear, my friends, after hitting the roof and only seeing friend groups and stares, I must leave. I saw everyone perform, I got my cobra snake flick, I danced like a mother fucker, it’s time to go. And there lies the truth, there lies the end. Fin.
