Tuesday 9/25/12 through Saturday 9/29/12 – Red Bull Thre3Style World Finals – Chicago, IL

Tuesday, September 25th through Saturday, September 29th
Red Bull Presents
Red Bull Thre3Style World Finals
Featuring 5 nights of competition and music featuring the best up and coming DJs from across the planet vying for the title.
And special sets by the best party-rockers the world has ever seen.

Tuesday, September 25th, 2012
Featuring performances by Nadastrom & Drop The Lime
@ Lincoln Hall – 2424 North Lincoln Ave. – Chicago, IL

Wednesday, September 26th, 2012
Featuring performances by DJ Nu-Mark & Gaslamp Killer
@ Double Door – 1572 North Milwaukee Ave. – Chicago, IL

Thursday, September 27th, 2012
Featuring performances by DJ Z-Trip & Skratch Bastid
@ Reggie’s Rock House – 2109 South State St. – Chicago, IL

Friday, September 28th, 2012
Featuring performances by Dillon Francis & Flosstradamus
@ The Mid – 306 North Halsted St. – Chicago, IL

& The Grand Finale
Saturday, September 29th, 2012
Featuring performances by DJ Jazzy Jeff, ?uestlove & Cosmo Baker
@ The Metro – 3730 North Clark St. – Chicago, IL

Click here all information on all events and all things Red Bull Thre3Style

Cosmo Baker Tucker & Bloom Documentary

For the past couple of years, for a DJ bag I’ve been using the amazing North To South Messenger Bag that’s made by Nashville based company Tucker & Bloom. As someone who has run the line of DJ bags over many years I have never found one that’s as versatile as well as stylish as this bag, and I don’t think I’ll ever go back to anything else. The cats who created it know exactly what a DJ needs,  but when I started rapping with them a little about my insight as to how they could make slight adjustments here and there, we eventually came up with the idea that a true collaboration is in order. So stay tuned in the next few months for the release of the Cosmo Baker Signature Line of luggage by Tucker & Bloom. Booyah…

To start to promo the line, the fellas decided to tag along with me for a day in the life of Cosmo Baker and film it for a short documentary. They catch me on the streets of Money Makin’ Manhattan talking about wolves, spinning Gil Scott-Heron records for the Chances With Wolves show on EVR, eating Báhn Mì sandwiches, record shopping, and then motivating over to BK so I can shake my ass to almighty J.Rocc at Do Over / Tiki Disco at Roberta’s. All caught on glorious film. Hope you like it. I kinda do…

The Rub 9 Year Anniversary Is This Saturday

DJ Ayres and DJ Eleven… What can I say about these fucking guys? The first thing is that I’m surprised that after 9 years we haven’t killed each other. The second is that I love these fuckers like brothers and, through the ups and downs, what we have collectively and with each other is a great thing. A lifetime thing. Third is that I can’t believe we actually made it this far. The Rub started back in 2002 as a foil to the New York City nightlife climate that was at an extreme low point. I always factor in the three things that created the malaise of the early aughts. The first thing I always attributed it to was the after-effects of Rudy “FUCKFACE” Giuliani’s draconian “Quality Of Life” laws and how that basically was designed to sap all the fun and vibrancy out of Metropolis. To this day, there is not one politician that makes my blood boil in the same way that FUCKFACE does. As much as I sincerely loathe Bush, Cheney and the unholy cabal of right-wing idiocracy, it’s Giuliani who makes me want to “Hulk SMASH.” The second thing is the rise of bottle service culture. Of course money runs everything, and we all know that. But there was time when a perfect balance between making money and showcasing music was alive. But with bottle service, commerce and bottom line stepped to the forefront – and in doing so pushed music completely out of the way. Now I’m not trying to paint this picture of halcyon club days where everyone did it for love, but by this point music had taken such a back seat to selling alcohol that the actual production of music began to suffer in a huge way. As did DJing. The art of it. The craft. The imaginary  status of it. It all shifted in a direction that was away from being pure of heart. And the third, obviously, was September 11th. Not much to be said about that one. We’re all still getting over that, as if we ever fully will.

So the idea was to create this foil contrasting the mockery that partying in Manhattan had become. Initially it was just Mikey Palms’ birthday at a new place in Park Slope called Southpaw, where Ayres and Eleven and a couple other folks decided to through this party that was classic disco and non-radio rap music and shit that. Fuck bottle service. Fuck an oppressive front door policy. Let’s just have fun, get drunk, get laid, listen to some JAMS and forget about the rest of the bullshit that we’re dealing with in the real world. I guess that concept kind of resonated with people. I had known both these dudes since before the party was established and they had me up from Philly to do a guest spot either the second or the third installment. I guess I did pretty well, since they asked me back a couple months later, and then a couple months later than that. As the 1 year anniversary came, I found myself moving to Brooklyn and spinning, along with Ayres and Eleven, at The Rub on a monthly basis. It was around this time that we said to ourselves “He, we have something pretty groovy here. Maybe we should try to solidify things as a crew or sorts.” And we never looked back.

8 long years have passed since then. And that all still seems like yesterday. We’ve released countless records, remixes, CDs, done shows around the globe, all as this DJ remix crew that we started just for the fuck of it. People have told me that the shit that we were doing in the early 00s was groundbreaking, innovative and highly instrumental in pushing the type of music and DJing that we deal with in the direction where it is now. I dunno about that, cause at the end of the day us three dudes were just doing what we love. But it is pretty remarkable to see what has become of this.

I’m truly grateful. Grateful for Ayres and Eleven for rocking with me all these years. For Mikey, Matty and the rest of the Southpaw family for giving us a home. Grateful for Rahnon, my BFF for holding down the front lines for me (for 14 years at this point – I love you babe,) and grateful for my man Kenan for being the King Wolf and holding us all down. But most of all I’m grateful for the people who have supported us over the years. We open doors at 10 PM. At 9:45 there are 20 to 30 people outside. By 10:30 the line is around the corner. And people still flock in droves. And people travel from distant countries to rock with us. And people have locked in with us for 9 fucking years. What more can I say about that?

I will say two things. Thank you all for everything. This has been the ride of a lifetime. And secondly, you should come and rock with us this Saturday in Brooklyn. Me, Ayres, Eleven, my homeboy Low Beezy, and the rest of the fam. Trust me – you will have the time of your life! We would LOVE to see you out…

Saturday, July 2nd 2011 – The Rub 9 Year Anniversary @ Southpaw – 125 5th Avenue, Brooklyn, NY

 

PS: Congratulations Ayres, Veronika, Nina and the rest of the Haxton / Zielinska extended families on the WORLD DEBUT of beautiful little Pela. We’re all so happy to have her here. The world is better for her being here, and we all love her so much!

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  • Cosmo Baker’s Top Ten Records Of May

    DJ Stuart "Re-Work V2"
    Wet "All The Ways" (Branchez Remix)
    De La Soul "Beautiful Night"
    Phife "Nutshell"
    With You "Ghost" feat. Vince Staples (Major Lazer Remix)
    Tall Black Guy "The Heart Of The Town"
    KRNE "I'll Be Good"
    Hoodboi "Closer"
    Drake "With You" Feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR
    Christopher Cross "Ride Like The Wind" (Joey Negro Dub Disco Mix)

    BAKERS DOZEN BONUS

    Club Cheval "Discipline"
    Mura Masa "What If I Go"
    Kate Bush "Why Should I Love You?"

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