Saturday, October 2, 2010

NastyNasty: When Only Nasty Bass is Just Not Enough

If you don't know who NastyNasty is, you should! This is one of my favorite music producers, ever! Not only does he create mind-bending, emotionally charged music, he is also very good at explaining himself in depth! Don't just take my word for it. Check out NastyNasty's own words on his journey and then follow the links to enjoy his musical creations!

The truth of the matter is, I'm kind of a quiet guy. I don't go out a lot and I hide that behind an overtly "good god I'm fucking badass" facade that is NastyNasty. So here's the nitty gritty: I was born in 1983 (yeah, I'm hella old) in a town called Quincy which lies in northeastern California about 100 miles from the Nevada border. Quincy is comprised mainly of trees, scattered hippies and streams to skip rocks in. I moved to Cupertino to attend kindergarten and early grade school. This is where I developed a love of music. I would sing on the airplane swing that my parents built for me and arrange the kitchenware into some form of a primitive drum set. Then I moved to Dublin (California...not the romantic kind in Ireland) where I picked up my first legitimate instrument, the saxophone, in 4th grade. My interest waned and I didn't pick it back up seriously until moving back to the South Bay in junior high school where I began learning to play the acoustic guitar. I continued to play guitar and bass, both upright and electric, in a few bands in junior high and high school. The bands ranged from Punk and Ska to Jazz and Surf. After high school, I was kicked out of my parents' house and fired from my job. So, I started selling weed and hanging out with a different crowd. Somewhere in late high school, I had been exposed to Aphex Twin and Squarepusher and, as I was introduced to more advanced hallucinogens, my love for electronic music grew. One night, while fighting a noxious void on some really good acid, a friend of mine dropped an Outkast CD into the system in my apartment and cranked up the lazers. (I lived with a hard nrg crew in my first apartment...most annoying music ever but they did have subwoofers and lazers.) I fell hard for this sound. I listened to the CD so much that I had memorized the lyrics to "Extraterrestrial" and could be found rapping them in the bathroom the next day. One of my roomies had a working version of Fruityloops on his computer and I began making primitive Hip-Hop and Jungle beats to back my "sick flows" on it. I was quickly introduced to Propellerhead Reason and began taking production a little more seriously.

Next, I moved to Oakland for college. Within a week of college, I had seen other white kid rapper/producers and pretty much failed to get in with that crowd. So, I recoiled back into my room, quit rapping and started focusing heavily on IDM production. Over my first Christmas vacation, I crashed my parents' computer trying to do something in a cracked version of Sound Forge and had spawned the alias Build128 from an error message reading "core engine failure build 128". Years passed and I had learned to drill, time stretch, re-pitch, make drum patterns of sheer nonsense and splatter melodies around like a Jackson Pollock sound collage. I also began working on Quitter with one of my college buddies in a morphine-induced haze of Future-Crunk. I began making more and more esoteric endeavors like long-winded ambient drones, and delved into making hyper-melodic Breakcore towards the end of my reign.

Once I turned 25, I felt fucking old and almost burnt-out on music.  I realized that I had been making super esoteric music just to avoid any sort of emotional connection, and started looking at new avenues. Around this time, the hard drive that I had used to store most of my Build128 material and project files suffered a massive failure. Weeks later, my girlfriend left me and everything I had been working on became extraordinarily personal. I axed Build128 and began making much slower, more synth-focused pieces of music that I would later come to discover would be considered Dubstep or some form of Grime. Honestly, I couldn't name more than five Dubstep producers at the time. As well as remixing mainstream Rap songs in some vain attempt at getting famous quick to stick it to all my ex girlfriends, I changed my name every couple of weeks until, around December '08, when NastyNasty came to mind as a simple reference to my aesthetic choices and penchant for, well, kinky sex. The name stuck and I began to find common threads in the genre. I was still pretty aloof to the impact Dubstep was having in the States and completely out of the loop as far as knowing there was any kind of scene for it. I found brethren among other up-and-comers on Myspace, like Slugabed and Hovatron, and began finding locals such as Salva and Epcot who, in my opinion, were pushing the envelope in new school club music. Fast forward about nine months and here we are. I've etched out a little space for myself with some form of Grime-based club music for sound nerds. I've dropped esoteric ideals for something far more realistic and honest: a much more visceral representation of what it is to be Jasper in the year 2010, a willingness to let it all hang out, be it nerdy or angry or downright filthy, and a fight against the apathy and laziness that plagues my generation.

My only hope is that we can all join in one tremendous sonic orgasm, united under a haze of fog machines and lazers, feeling the bass rip our hearts out of our chests and beckon us to raise hands above our heads yelling "heyoooooooo" right before the beat kicks in and we go back to dancing like idiots.

Both sincerely and as honestly as humanly possible,

If this piece doesn't have you curious to check out his music, you must be a robot! Non-robots, click on the links below to experience NastyNasty.

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