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• Pimped out boat – check
   
• Shithot Romanians – check
   
• BMP – all over that shit.

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Greg Wilson & Luciano on a boat only a 3 hour flight away. We’re there.

Huge amounts of planning went into preparing for the trip, so much so that I realised I hadn’t actually applied for leave from work until 2 days beforehand. That said, I had managed to sort out the somewhat elusive boat tickets for the BMP well in advance, so the important boxes were ticked. Next up was getting websta over to sydney following his recent trip to Europe where he quietly suffered through his long running house curse of managing to somehow miss everyone he wanted to see. Top marks to Nat & Scoot on managing to turn that one around! 

Bob, Scott & myself flew over midday on friday on perhaps the worst ever trans-tasman qantas flight (which is saying a bit). Lack of booze, utterly crap food and perhaps the worst movie ever made. On arrival we attempted to remedy this by heading straight to the pub to down a few pints. Quickly got bored with the irish boozer and headed upstairs to another bar where Bob decided to chat up the bleached blond russian woman sitting by herself who appeared to be looking for a husband…….we were quite shocked when she finally spoke and we realised she was australian. It was about this time we decided to call it a night.

Given the BMPs grave fears and week long night terrors that we would all somehow suffer from the dreaded “house curse of websta” and end up missing the boat/falling off the boat/being eaten by sharks/being attacked by samurai wielding ninjas in slow motion while Josh One – Contemplation (King Britt Remix) played in the background……..it was no surprise we were all awake promptly around 7.30am and down the road for big breakfasts and coffee to start the day.

Miss Rose then came and joined us all at the hotel before heading down to Kings Wharf. Upon picking up our passes for the day, we spotted the sole bar on the wharf that was open at 9am and took up residency under the umbrella in the already sweltering sunshine. While watching the wharf slowly filling up with boat goers, we were all quite surprised at the apparent lack of sydney fluro, but did note the distinct lack of clothing in a large number of instances. High hopes were already forming for an eventful day out.

Team NZ techno then grew in numbers when first ex-pat Mike McBean, then later Kerry & co joined our ranks and it was time to board the boat. We headed out to the bow (I’m all about the boat speak now), where it was empty and we could ease ourselves into it all as the boat headed out into the harbour. This was capped off by the excellent farewell we received from a naked man on top of the cliff who was rather enthusiastic in his waving of body parts. Be glad scott doesn’t have a zoom lens on his camera.

Once we were all comfortable with our new surroundings, it was time to checkout the rest of the setup. We wandered up to the rooftop deck which was limited to a maximum of 200 people at a time by security. As we arrived we noticed them setting up the reel to reel. So this was to be the disco deck where Greg Wilson would be playing later on. Sadly the reel to reel got put away not too long after as it was starting to melt in the heat (it was 36C for gods sake!). I’m not too sure who was warming up at the time, but they were perfect for the occasion – listening to disco on the roof in blazing sunshine in the middle of sydney harbour surrounded by smiling people is a memory that isn’t going to fade anytime soon! I’ll leave bob to expand on this one a bit more…….its a bit hazy for me.

So after catching a bit of Greg and starting to succumb to the sunshine upstairs, it was time to venture inside to the main room. Emerson Todd was warming up with some pretty banging stuff, but those already in the room seemed to be lapping it up. We chilled in the middle deck on the couches, waiting for louie to come on. It was a pretty cool layout, with a circular opening in the floor directly above the DJ so you could pull up a chair, relax and watch the crowd go nuts or watch Luciano dance around in his bare feet.

Once Emerson Todd handed over to Luciano, there wasn’t any mucking round – he launched straight into his driving tribal percussion which really got the party started.  It didn’t take long to realise that Sydney aint Auckland, as when M83 – In Church dropped, the crowd all got to the floor in typical dc10 style, spirit fingers were in full effect and BAM, Kenlou – Banging Beats smashed in and brought everyone to the roof. Good times (the clip really doesn’t do it much justice).

In comes the now infamous trompeta that gets everyone bouncing and singing along which was mixed into a Carl Craig vocal and there is the highlight of the day for me – Good Life…….you may be reading this going “yeah, yeah…heard it a million times”. Me too. But it was one of those moments that sealed it for me, and is still making me grin from ear to ear just thinking about it.

It gets slightly blurry from here for me, but thanks to decoded & the ITM folks, the tracklist looked something like this:

Catz ‘n Dogz – SF
D’Julz – Fleurette
Michel De Hey Vs Grooveyard – Compound
M83 – In Church
Kenlou – Bangin (Bangin’ Beats)
SIS – Trompeta
Inner City – Good Life (Carl Craig Remix)
Nima Gorji – Jungle Boogie
Marco Carola – Bloody Cash
Sebo K – Diva
Seuil – Double Room
Octave One Feat. Anne Saunderson – Blackwater (Alter Ego Vocal Mix)
Robbie Rivera – Feel This (Tribal Sessions Mix)
The Asphalt – 8 Mile Road (Sascha Dive Mix)
Capricorn – 20Hz (Optimo Edit)
Mirco Violi, Federico Grazzini – Strange Folks (Mirco Violi Folk Mix)
Boola – Bass Sta
Catwash – Brazil
Daze Maxim – Jat
Kabale Und Liebe – Childs Play
Ilario Alicante – Chanting Near Africa
Mathias Kaden – Perclue
Mathias Kaden – Moron
Matthias Meyer & Patlac – Skipper
Michel Cleis – La Mezcla
Michel Cleis – La Tortuga
Guillaume & The Coutu Dumonts – Le Tigre
Luciano & Mirko Loko – Mousa Big Band
Liapin – Basilia
Liapin – Black Mamba
Drent – Lost In Africa
Brothers’ Vibe – Unreleased Bonus 2
Danny Fiddo & Affkt – Points
Einzelkind – El Pianucho
Oddvar – Natural
Mirco Violi & Fabio Giannelli – Shakeresque
Martin Woener – On
Stefan Tretau – Killi
Nima Gorji – Green Life

Conclusion: One of those parties I’ll likely keep looking back on with a huge grin on my face. Ace. PROPER ACE.

More from the others later I’m sure.

edit: There’s a download of the luciano set here

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Decemeber 6th sees the 2nd officially sanctioned BMP roadtrip, this time crossing the tasman to see Luciano play on a boat in Sydney harbour.

Seeing as the first Dixon roadtrip with the now infamous kermit-mobile went so well, the early signs are all participants are holding grand hopes of a most excellent adventure.

The boat is due to leave 11am sharp with Greg Wilson playing a 4 hour opening set, followed by a 4 hour stint from Luciano. Great work by PulseFM for managing to tee up such a great lineup and a pretty pimped out location…….

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All the Ak based BMP members were in attendance for Jazz/Funk legend Roy Ayers’ gig on saturday night.  I don’t know if the others have much to say about it. 

Instead of a review here is a hot or not as I am at work and don’t have time.

Hot:

Nearly beating the ninja at ‘burnout 3: takedown’ despite his supposed superiority.

Lengthy and mostly good set from Mr Ayers and band, hitting on his most well known songs early on (We live in Brooklyn, everybody loves the sunshine, running away) and continuing on with mostly fun excursions into funk land (including a version of the great Funkadelic track ‘knee deep’).  Some slow sections enabled the lazier members of the BMP opportunity to slip out to the deck for a more sedate drink.

Impressive one handed drum solo!

More girls at the party than the average gig the BMP attends.

Scott’s fine work in negotiating a tray of drinks through a crowd of dancing people.

Nat’s french toast and bacon with maple syrup.  Awesome.

Not:

Sound during Manuel Bundy’s set – rather booming and overbearing.  Sound was good during the band though so can’t complain too much.

Sale street venue closing the deck just when we’d found a nice place to sit where we could still enjoy the music.

Not being (redacted) for this gig.  It clearly would have improved things.

Still hilarious:

Websta’s expression on realising he would have to walk through a sizeable section of crowd with a fetching handbag on each arm.  He manned up and did it though.

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