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...freestyle a bit. If someone wants to battle, they’re welcome to come up on stage and show what they’ve got.” Finally, Leiby will play DJ, mixing together the intro and outro of the performance, combining techno with rap. Arts First will mark the musicians’ first performance together. Banking on a good pub atmosphere, Freestyle Electronica hopes to wow the crowd with their sugarcoat-free rap and electronic beats...
Eric Moe, a 35-year-old trumpeter from Spokane, Wash., who made the final cut, says it's essential for musicians to be techno-savvy. Moe, who filmed his audition in a church, experimented with several laptops and Web cameras before creating a video he was happy with. He compares the YouTube audition process to online dating: you don't know if you're actually going to meet the person or what he or she is really like...
...start. Opener “Zero” is the perfect introduction to their new direction. The song begins with synths bubbling under the surface of a drum machine and O’s vocals, but they gradually emerge out to the forefront, eventually bursting into joyous techno. “Zero” is ideal both as a lead single and as an album opener, offering immediate thrills while continuously building to higher levels of excitement.Track two, “Heads Will Roll,” is even more direct in delivering the dance music beloved...
With a soft techno beat throbbing in the background, waiters glide about the room offering canapés with champagne or, for the pious, glasses of orange juice. Men in business suits or jeans mix with women, some wearing above-the-knee skirts, some in long dresses and head scarves. It's a typical soirée for Cairo's well-heeled set, yet tonight there's more than the usual Middle East-meets-West twist. The revelers are here to toast an unlikely creative marriage, between Egyptian artist Azza Fahmy, who has spent decades reviving Arab jewelry traditions...
...throb of European techno music or, worse, the deafening bass of the latest hip-hop beats, laden with profane and misogynistic lyrics, issue out from iPod speakers unimaginatively arranged in the corner. The guests, deprived of any seating and crowded in such numbers as the suite common room cannot comfortably accommodate, avoid futile attempts at conversation above the musical ruckus and instead, gyrating and flailing, awkwardly imitate the choreographic styles fashionable on MTV. And alcohol, the great midwife of this mise en scène, oversees the proceedings, ashamed and self-deprecating, peering out from plastic handles before being consumed...