Disco Wars
The first time I met Jason Tyler he shoved me into the bar at Pawnshop because I was taking too long to order my Jack & Coke. Two drinks later he came at me again with a promo copy of his upcoming CD Model Tested Rockstar Approved and whispered in my ear, “Watch your back Ryle.”
The second time I saw him I was convinced that I could provoke a battle out of the Chicago dj/producer. On a crowded Thursday night at the Mark I marched right up to him and this time I whispered to him, “No you watch your back Tyler.” Our eyes locked and there was this Discover Channel like moment of two male rams meeting in the wilderness. Friend or Foe? I could hear the Mortal Combat theme playing in my head. Would I have to use my special secret move? Right back right attack up and unleash my psychic force. Tyler quickly retreated to the dj booth where he grabbed his secret weapon (aka his trumpet) and did his crazy Thunder Cats Hoooo style of a solo call. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by a team of sexy black haired hipster girls that would not let me leave the dance floor. I was out numbered and out sexed. I was surrounded by his bass heavy licks and lipstick dance floor followers. He was smart and every transition was perfectly beat matched. I was swept away.
I promised myself I’d get even for falling under his evil sound wave spell. I’ll have my chance this week. He’s schedule to do his sound splicing and electro house shaking tonight, Tuesday Aug 14th, when he drops his disco bomb on an unsuspecting Spiderpussy @ PS 14. So help me god I’ll stand there in the corner and curse his electro heart. I don’t care if he’s the Chosen One!
