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[lepurcinus]

In more Xf ideas. Don't you find it interesting to handle a concept where animals think of/remember/miss an extinct animal? Whether it went extinct recently or in more ancient times.

And not in that sense where suddenly a wolf says "ah yes mammoths existed a long time ago but humans made them extinct bad humans". But in a context where they REALLY are confused or don't have a clear idea about that animal or why it disappeared.

Using Watership Down as an example (because it never fails). In the stories the rabbits tell throughout the book we are told about a character named King Darzin and his people, of which we are never told or given a clear idea about what species of animal they are. In these stories we see that they have a somewhat antagonistic relationship with the rabbits and get into trouble with them a couple of times.

The last time we are told of these we are told that their people were chased by the Owsla of the black rabbit and that they disappeared, causing the rabbits to eventually forget what animals they were or what they looked like.

Well, far from imagining what animal they would be. In a Reddit AMA Richard Adams said he imagined King Darzin's people as a type of beaver. Once you think about it you form the puzzle.

By the time Watership Down was written and it happens. Beavers (which were a native species in the UK) had been extinct for centuries, hunted to their end by humans.

In that sense, beavers in ancient times coexisted with rabbits and probably competed with them for terrain, food, etc. (I'm not sure how true this is in reality but in the WD universe it seems to be). Eventually the beavers went extinct, leaving the rabbits to wonder what happened to them having simply disappeared without a trace. The humans made them extinct but the rabbits have no idea about it nor should they know, so they attributed such an act to Inle and the beavers remained in their memory in the form of stories that would eventually be lost in detail until the version we heard.

And with that I thought of for example:

A story involving pronghorn, these animals evolved to have great speed and this was because in a past time they coexisted with the American Cheetah, an animal that will eventually become extinct leaving the pronghorn with an adaptation for a predator that no longer exists.

So what if the pronghorn have stored in story form the memory of the American cheetah? They don't remember it for exactly what animal it was. But if they do remember that terrible predator that made their ancestors acquire great speed, they may even attribute to it a mystical status as a kind of divine beast or monster along with that something that gave them their "gift."

Think of that potential. It could also serve for more recently existing species such as those on islands.

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David Lee Crow, better known by his stage name Ghastly, is an American DJ and record producer based in Los Angeles, California and originally from Avondale, Arizona. He has released songs on Owsla, Buygore, and Dim Mak, such as "Miami Connection" with Jauz and "Crank It" with Mija and Lil Jon. Buy Ghastly Merch Here!

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‘Worlds’ by Porter Robinson (8/10)

This debut album arrived from Porter Robinson - a young and rising (at the time) electronic producer from North Carolina.

Before this magical and ethereal piece of art was released in 2014, Robinson was busy dropping various singles through the online music store - Beatport. Through the traction gained from these popular singles, Robinson eventually signed to a one-EP deal with the Skrillex-led music label, OWSLA. With this new deal, Robinson released his eleven-track EP titled ‘Spitfire’, which subsequently crashed Beatport’s website and topped the iTunes Dance charts. Only at 19, Porter Robinson had accumulated widespread popularity in the EDM scene and this created more pressure for the young producer to release more ‘drop-based’ songs he was popular for.

After the release of Spitfire, Robinson became busy touring with his fellow OWSLA members at the time - Skrillex and Zedd. Along with this, he dropped the single ‘Language’ which albeit, was more dreamy and melodic than his previous records but still gained the same popularity and more; his music was played on various popular radio stations across the world. This single, along with ‘I’m on Fire’ would the last piece of work we hear from Robinson (excluding the Mat Zo collaboration) for two years, until the release of Worlds in 2014.

To begin with, I have to admit that there will be some bias in this review. I’ll try to remain as impartial as I can but I just wanted to make it clear that Worlds was the album that made me branch out into other subtypes of EDM, rather than staying with the usual dubstep/brostep Skrillex music.  ‘Worlds’ was one of the first and very few EDM albums that I loved from start to finish. It goes to say, however, that this album was not perfect.

We start the entire album off with the first track - ‘Divinity’, featuring Amy Millan.  This opening track blends the usual festival hype anthem with the electronic magic of artists such as M83 and Madeon. The hard-hitting kicks, beautiful synths, structured melodies, accompanied by Amy Millan’s angelic voice coexist to create a nostalgic and endearing atmosphere.

‘Sad Machine’ is definitely my favourite tracks in this album. Who knew a robot could have a duet with Porter himself and it could sound so good? The track follows the relationship of a human (most likely, Porter) and a robot AI who has the ability to converse with Porter. The lyrics hint at some sort of unknown disaster that has struck the planet and this track is an illustration of a human’s first interaction with the robot. This could be really wrong but that’s what I’m getting from it. The chorus with Robinson and the robot shows a recurring theme of dependence with (obviously) the lyrics - ‘She depends on you’, ‘We depend on you’ and ‘I’ll depend on you’ and this adds to the idea of dependence; how the robot and Porter need each other! Moving on from the lyrics, this song is once again a collection of glittery synths and echoey claps. Robinson has created something much more atmospheric and inspiring. ‘Sad Machine’, despite its title, is a happy track and it makes you want to smile and this is why this song is one of my favourites from this album.

Some other of my favourites include:

- ‘Hear The Bells’ featuring Imaginary Cities: 

- ‘Sea of Voices’: This song is honestly one of the most beautiful tracks I’ve ever heard. I remember telling one of my close mates when I first heard this song that I would like this to be played at my funeral because it’s so damn good! This track was released as a single before the album which caused a lot of confusion from his fanbase. It was very different from his previous work and while many fans accepted this track with open arms, others were unsure and didn’t want this track to be the aesthetic of the entire album. Clocking at nearly five minutes of playtime, it features uncredited vocals from Breanne Düren and works with an emotional and nostalgic style. Starting with tinkling bells and the build-up of the harmonious voice of Düren, complemented with Robinson’s usual magical synths. This build-up continues for about three minutes, keeping us hooked for all of it and eventually ends with the lyrics - “We’ll see creation come undone’. This is quickly followed by the heavy hits and the previous collage of synths and twinkles. Breanne pops in with her vocals once more and this only adds to the spell we’re already cast under. This track is definitely not something to play at a festival but something more lowkey and personal. I can picture this track playing at the end of one of Robinson’s own concerts where the entire crowd is ‘in the moment’ and rejoicing for their love of music. One of the best tracks I’ve ever heard and this is the track I recommend if someone asks me about Porter Robinson. 

- ‘Goodbye To A World’: I feel as if this track was the perfect closer for an album like this. the song begins with another robotic voice provide a lullaby-like addition to the track. This is followed by the 

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JOYRYDE Hints At Full Debut Release Coming via OWSLA

JOYRYDE has teamed up with OWSLA and, together, they’re about to hit us with something huge.

In the social media post below the producer shares, “i’ve never done this before.. i’m ready now.” By, “i’ve never done this before,” we’re assuming he means put out a full body of work as JOYRYDE. Featuring only the label’s iconic logo, the post doesn’t give away too much — but all signs point to new music.

Thus far, the innovative bass house producer has put out individual singles as quickly as he has finished them. While there’s an immediacy to his work, we’re also excited to hear what an EP or even an album from JOYRYDE might sound like. Remember, that Skrillex collab has yet to see an official release, so that’s a possibility, too.

His hot streak of fire tracks including “The Box,” “Hot Drum” and “I Ware House” came to an abrupt stop last year. As RYDERS patently await more music, we can rest assured knowing that OWSLA is involved with this forthcoming release.

We’re revved up to hear what JOYRYDE has in store! Stay tuned.

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“You want me to do what?!”

The servants loitering about the great hall scurried for cover at the sound of their queen’s raised voice. Rosegold only returned her sister’s scowl with a wider, brighter smile and took another sip from her glass.

The Warren may have been a dictatorship, but it was obviously flourishing. Before them lay a feast of immense proportion. Traditional Dragonhome dishes had been laid out in excess, and several casks of wine had been brought up from Eyja’s personal stores. “Nothing special,” she’d claimed, but one of the servants had quietly informed Rosegold that it was, in fact, her best year.

They had eaten their fill in silence, but for the occasional attempt at small-talk.

“How are they?” Eyja had asked.

“Who?”

“...Ma and pa.”

“Mother passed after you left. Father passed last cycle.”

“...I see.”

Then, once the plates had begun to be cleared away, Rosegold had clasped her hands neatly in front of her, leaned forward, and said, “I want you to release your people.”

Now they found themselves at an impasse--Eyja on her feet, palms splayed against the table, teeth clenched in stubborn defiance; Rosegold seated comfortably, smiling sweetly, sipping daintily from her glass.

Watching.

Waiting.

“I will do no such thing,” Eyja said, and spat the final word like poison from her lips.

“Haven’t you played tyrant long enough?” Rosegold asked. Eyja leaned heavier against the table, letting her full size loom over her sister. “I don’t know your reasons,” Rosegold went on, “but I do know you’re hurting innocent people. Those who disobey are beaten and maimed, those who continue to disobey are executed, and anyone who strays too near is dragged here kicking and screaming to be either subjugated or murdered.”

“As it should be,” Eyja said. “I’m above them. I’m better than them. I’m in charge.”

“You aren’t even dirt beneath my heel.”

Rosegold expected violence, for her sister to reach for the wicked dagger at her hip. Instead, Eyja snorted and reclaimed her seat. “I won’t let you goad me,” she said. “We aren’t children anymore, Rosy.”

“Really?” Rosegold said. “You’re still acting like one.”

“This is my land,” Eyja reminded, “and these are my people. Everything you see, I have built. My leadership has led to incredible advances in technology, magic, architecture, agriculture, and the arts. We will never want for food. We will never want for shelter. We will never want for money, or weaponry, or warmth.”

Eyja leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, chin tilted upwards just so. “I do not need your approval,” she said. “I know that what I’ve created here is a masterpiece, a well-oiled machine far more efficient than even those found within the Shifting Expanse. I’ve accomplished something grand.”

“You’ve accomplished nothing,” Rosegold replied. “The people you’ve oppressed for the past three cycles have.”

“Under my leadership.”

“Under pain of death.”

“Gods, you’re so naive!”

“I’d rather be naive than a murderer, Eyja!”

“This is the way the world is now!” Eyja slammed a fist down on the table, making its entire length jump and rattle precariously. “‘Kill or be killed’ isn’t just for Plague dragons anymore! Our world is a cruel one, and you’re too soft to live in it!”

She stood again and turned her back to Rosegold. A long silence descended between them; then, “You can stay as long as you’d like, but if I hear you’ve been meddling, I’ll kill you.”

“You know I’m going to meddle,” Rosegold said, “so you might as well kill me now and get it over with.”

But Eyja did not. Her hand hovered briefly over her dagger, fingers twitching, though out of malice or hesitation, Rosegold couldn’t say. Then she swept from the hall like a thunder storm, all broiling, angry clouds and booming footsteps. A door slammed somewhere in the palace; timidly, its workers began to creep back into the lamplight.

Rosegold remained. Even as her sister’s servants cleared away the remnants of their meal, she remained. She remained, and she sighed, and she wracked her brain for some idea, some tiny, flickering, dying light bulb of a plan.

Finally, when she could bear the echoing emptiness of the dining hall no longer, she gathered her skirts in her hands and left the palace for the crowded, subterranean streets beyond.

Before she had gone very far, a tiny, trembling hand grasped her wrist. She paused, letting her skirts fall again, and turned to face the stranger. He was the shortest, skinniest drake she’d ever laid eyes on, with patchwork skin of cream and sand and a great many golden trinkets dangling from him like spiderwebs. When her gaze fell upon him, he flinched and dropped his own to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I don’t mean to be a--a bother, but--”

“You’re not,” Rosegold assured. “You’re not at all.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “My name is Caesar,” he said.

“Oh.”

Rosegold extended a hand. At first, Caesar looked at it like it was a trick, something to trap him and earn him a frightful punishment. When she thrust it more insistently towards him, however, he took it. “You must be my brother-in-law then,” she said. Caesar winced. “I’m sorry. You don’t want to be my brother-in-law.”

“It’s not that,” Caesar said. “Rather, I wish I could be your brother-in-law under more favorable circumstances.”

“I know my sister has shown you no kindness.”

“Oh, she’s--she’s shown me some.”

“Not nearly enough.”

“I--I don’t suppose so.”

“Still,” Rosegold said, “it’s good to meet you.”

“You as well,” Caesar replied. The tension fled from his shoulders, but only slightly--and a different sort of knot settled between their blades. His eyes scanned their surroundings with the kind of discreet curiosity only a drake with years of practice at hiding his comings and goings could perfect.

Then, in a voice quieter still, he said, “I think I can help you.”

“You?” A bemused smile tugged at the corners of Rosegold’s lips. “Help me? I don’t mean to be rude, but shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“You’re here to emancipate our--Eyjarah’s people,” Caesar said. “I know someone who can help.”

“Oh my,” Rosegold said, “that is awfully convenient.”

“You’ve heard of our Light Representative, I take it?” Caesar asked, and beckoned for Rosegold to follow him. In the dim lighting of the royal cavern, the two slipped away in pursuit of the city outskirts. “He’s from your neck of the woods,” Caesar went on, “or, er, where you’re living now anyway.”

“Yes,” Rosegold said, “I’ve heard quite a lot about him. He’s the son of a highly influential ambassador from a kingdom out near the Beacon. It was big news when he went missing--I believe a priest from his kingdom was captured as well.”

“That’ll be Constantine, yes,” Caesar confirmed. “He’s the reason Sayid came here in the first place. Now he’s wrapped up in this mess too. I think--I think he could escape, if he wanted to, but Eyjarah--she threatened the common folk to force him into submission.”

“That sounds like her,” Rosegold murmured. “Earthshaker beneath, what has become of my sister?”

“She wasn’t always like this?” Caesar asked.

By now, they had come to one of the many paths leading up the cavern walls. From it, they would have access to the Warren’s winding tunnel systems, where the bulk of its workforce resided. Caesar paused, looked back at the glimmering lights of the royal city, and pressed onward and upward.

“She wasn’t,” Rosegold said, “when we were young. Eyja was always temperamental and stubborn, but nothing like this. Truthfully, I had hoped the stories were wrong, that the dread-queen of the Warren was not my dear elder sister. I came here half-expecting to find some other terrible dam upon its throne.”

“I’m sorry,” Caesar said, “this must be difficult for you.”

“It was easier when I believed her to be a mercenary off on grand adventures,” Rosegold confessed, “even when I believed her to be dead. At least in death, her honor would be preserved. I don’t suppose she cares much for honor anymore, though.”

Rosegold shook her head. “Listen to me,” she said, “going on and on about our golden youth. You’ve had it much harder than I have. I should be comforting you.”

“No, no, I...” Caesar halted at the mouth of a long, dark corridor. This far below ground, the air was stuffy, but it seemed even more so here. “I’m used to it,” he said. “I’m used to being an object and nothing more. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. It’s just who and what I am now.”

“I’ll change that,” Rosegold vowed, and placed a kind hand upon his shoulder. His fingers whispered across her knuckles. “We will change that.”

“Sayid’s chambers are just up ahead,” Caesar said. “Come.”

They followed the tunnel for a long way, and, as it grew darker, jogged off to the side and into a small alcove lit dimly by glow mushrooms. Caesar held up a hand. The clink of armored feet echoed in the gloom. Before long, a patrol passed by, their spears glinting menacingly in the low light.

“Owsla,” he whispered once they’d passed, “the wide guard. The next group won’t arrive for a good ten minutes. That’s our window. We have to slip into Sayid’s chambers and out within that time frame. I--I can’t be seen with you.”

“If push comes to shove,” Rosegold said, “hide, run, do whatever you must.”

Caesar didn’t respond, but Rosegold could feel him trembling beside her. As the sound of the wide guard’s clunking footsteps faded and the tunnel fell back into cloying silence, he darted out onto the main path and disappeared into the darkness. Rosegold followed as best she could, keeping to the sound of his ragged breaths.

There was a jingle of keys. “You came at a good time,” Caesar informed. “Sayid used to have a personal guard, a big, hulking brute--but the poor fellow got caught sneaking outskirters out of the warren, and Eyjarah’s been too paranoid to post another. Now the wide guard covers him in their rounds.”

“Caesar?” a voice called quietly. “Caesar, what in Lightweaver’s name are you doing here?”

“I’ve brought someone,” Caesar replied, “a friend. She’s come to--well, suffice it to say, I think she can help you with your plans.”

The lock clicked, and the door it belonged to creaked inward. Vaguely, Rosegold was aware of a prickling feeling along her skin. “Is the door made of untreated iron?” she asked.

“It’s not untreated,” Caesar said, “but it’s, er, less treated than is generally considered preferable.”

Inside, they were met by a flash of light as lanterns around the room sprang to life. The ambassador’s chambers were cruder than most Rosegold had seen in the Warren--but that was to be expected, seeing as he was a prisoner first and an ambassador second. It was furnished with the bare necessities, and, Rosegold noted, lacked windows (which was also uncommon for homes this high up on the mound).

She supposed it was another act of cruelty by her sister to deny a drake so enamored with the light Sornieth’s greatest source of it.

Sayid was waiting for them in the entryway (if it could be called such). Tall and lean, with tanned skin and the golden eyes indicative of his people, he was every bit as proud and noble as Rosegold had imagined. Eyja had not broken him yet, and, she thought, was never likely to.

“You must be Rosegold,” he said. “I’ve been expecting you. Come in.”

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B&L Bay Area (Friday 5/26/17)

Bay Area, where you at?! We've got one of the most exciting line-ups we've ever put together, in a historic venue that we've never played, with friends new and old, plenty of surprises all night, and in San Francisco for the First. Time. Ever. To say we're beyond thrilled is an understatement. This Friday, May 26, we are taking our talents up north to one of the most renowned venues in the Bay, 1015 FOLSOM! But let us tell you a little bit about what we have in store for the night. 

GRAVES. An icon in the making. Graves has been on a tear this year with the release of his debut EP, countless festival appearances, massive collabs, and genre defining tracks. With co-signs by Flosstradamus, OWSLA, and limitless potential, we're due for a impressive showing. 

JOSH PAN. The enigmatic producer has been a massive influence on the direction that bass music has taken in the past years and he continues to impress with seemingly endless stream of original music, remixes, and collaborations with artists new and old. Needless to say seeing Josh Pan in the Bay will be monumental.

MEDASIN. Next up is a producer and DJ who continues to blow us away every time he plays - Medasin. The young savant and Dallas native has a style that continues to shift with every one of his productions, but one thing is guaranteed though - his live show is not to be missed. 

WHEREISALEX. Whereisalex is definitely one of our favorite up-and-comers. He played his LA debut with us last year and since then has continued to put out some of the most progressive and exciting productions that we've heard. Future legend.

SECRET GUEST. You know we had to bring it with our secret guest for this show. A B&L favorite and one of the finest trap/bass producers in the game. ;)

B&L ALL STARS. And of course, it wouldn't be a B&L party without the All Stars, who will be churning out slappers all night in the 1015's second room.

Tickets are nearly SOLD OUT. We are literally down to the very last supply of tickets so get on it y'all before it's too late: TICKETS.

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