Steve and Pedro’s Last Shout!

For nearly 8 years Steve and Pedro have been spinning the baddest blend of soul, rock, and pop at their weekly night Shout! @ Bar 13. But now they have left us to head off and open a new club in their hometown of Miami.

Knowing all of this, I absolutely had to head out and soak in the last Steve and Pedro Shout! yesterday night. All the kids came out to take one last shuffle on the dancefloors.

Jeppe from Junior Senior (He’s the bigger one with the ‘stache.) hit the decks spinning a fantastic mix of hip hop and pop up on the second floor. In fact, his set was so hot that he set off the fire alarm and everyone had to evacuate the floor. True story.

Everyone was crammed onto floor one, and even if a few toes were stepped upon I think everyone had a great time. I left a little bit before 4am, right in the midst of Pedro freaking everyone out with his awesome song choices like the Rolling Stones‘ “Jumpin’ Jack Flash.” But according to Hightower, the last song of the night was “All Things Must Pass” by George Harrison.

Let’s hear it for the boys for giving NYC so many great nights of dancing and music and wish them luck!

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More photos after the jump or view the full set at Flickr.

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Pete Tong’s Advice for Apple, DJs, and the Music Industry

Check out this awesome interview with internationally known dance music DJ Pete Tong from Wired. He has some really interesting things to say about how technology is affecting the art of djing, how aspiring spinners can start gaining a following, and what Apple needs to do in order to keep folks like him feeling good about the company…among other things. Here are some highlights:

Be as entrepreneurial as you can; no one will do everything for you. There’s no better way I know to build a reputation as a DJ than to do your own thing, do something different, start your own night, get your own crowd. If you are getting 50 people to a bar on a Tuesday, people will check you out. Once you have a crowd, you have a scene, it’s human nature. Taste is the most important thing.”

“Things have changed so much. Bands can build an audience all by themselves. Market research has gone out the window, labels just follow the heat, really. They maximize artists who are already doing well. I think it’s really honest, actually. Almost everyone who arrives at a label’s door already has a story.”

“In terms of radio, podcasting‘s the most exciting development ever. For anyone with a niche or specialist reputation it’s manna from heaven… Podcasting is the next stage: You can grab it, download it to your iPod and subscribe to it. I just want to be in there to see where it takes us.”

This Past Week In a Few Paragraphs

The week that was started off last Thursday at Le Prom de Ultragrrrl thrown by SPIN (see right). Stepping inside Rothko, we instantly felt like we stepped into indie prom heaven. Boys in penquin suits and ladies in fancy dress. The Killers provided live music, all the while decked out in formal attire. It was awesome.

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Let us note that Rothko has like no ventilation system whatsoever. Because of that, everyone ran outside as soon as The Killers played their last note. 45 minutes after we stepped outside we were thrown on top of a car and molested, had our ass grabbed, and had our ass kicked. This is what happens when you let friends drink vodka.

Friday it rained like a motherfucker. Just complete downpour which thrwarted plans to go see Farenheit 9/11. Instead watched Unhook the Stars and One Night In Paris. One Night In Paris was absolutely wretched. The dude, what’s his name? Rick Soloman? He does commentary before each of the four segments on the DVD. He’s all like, “Oh in this one Paris is real shy because it was our first time filming”, blabhalbhalbah. What an asshole! Paris darling, why you keep pickin’ up trash? (See Nick Carter.)

Saturday while eating brunch we gawked over the prettiest boy in a New York band then tried to see Farenheit 9/11 again. Unsuccessfully. We walked over 100 blocks and then we went to MisShapes for Karen’s Birthday/Open bar/Killers listening party. The moral of Saturday evening was don’t let us drink vodka, even if we look really cute doing it.

Sunday we finally saw Farenheit 9/11. Our “President” is a fucking moron. Later we watched the worst movie to come out last year, Love Actually. Who let that piece of crap get produced? Dear lord, it was awful!

Monday we saw Surefire headline Mercury Lounge, which was totally awesome. There were totally groupies up in the front. It was totally rad.

Last night we saw The Streets and Dizzee Rascal. We have no fucking clue about anything Dizzee Rascal said but it was fun. The Streets were superfly, and the last song of the encore was “Don’t Mug Yourself”. Mikey threw raw vegetables at the audience. Hooray.

What Are the Best Named DJs Ever?

I saw this link to the “best named DJ” on Dorktown and I thought of Helena. Word, Helena- you were all over this like MONTHS ago!

Yo yo yo! I’m gonna spin this disc faster then a freakin’ DRADLE!

I want to be home. When can I go home?

Music of the Moment: Best Of…, Blur; “Capitalism Stole My Virginity,” I.N.C.; “Family Afair,” Mary J. Blige