Why "Out Alone?" - A History Behind The Name

When I used to work at my dad's small animal clinic, I would have to walk dogs that were deemed 'too aggressive,' or 'too awkward' to be comfortable around other dogs (90% of the time, they really did need to be handled with the utmost caution). They would be let outside in their own run, rather than be allowed to socialize closely with others. Watching all the action from the inside, they were safe within the confines of themselves and the walls that kept them from running around amongst the others...they would get a red, flashy sticker on their kennel sheet that read "out alone." I feel like I can identify with this label/status at times, along with many others, especially with those in the EDM community. I think we have all felt like we've been placed "out alone" in life and the purpose of my music is to give the listener shelter from the chaos of the world, and remind them of the spiritual treatment that is sound.  I hope you all enjoy my music, and if you do, please like/share it wherever you see fit :) 

Spawned from the sun-bleached streets of Orange County, CA, singer/songwriter Alex Helton delivers anything but sun-bleached music.  That's not to say he doesn't make "feel good" music.  It "feels good" the way punching your enemy square in the jaw feels good.  It "feels good" the way slamming your body in a mosh pit feels good.

Cathartic and catchy, he imbues a sense of desperation into his music using heavy beats, grating vocals, and melodies that will haunt you for days.  To hear these songs is to come face to face with another person's pain, to bathe in it, and to come out the other side cleaner and raring for action.

Full of energy, steeped in powerful language, and glued together with rage, "Manic" will move you from start to finish.  This is a first glimpse into the mind of a musical mad man, and you won't want to miss it.

Signal XY’s latest EP is aptly-titled “Response.” The five songs are unabashed rockers, delivering hooky arrangements, brooding melodies and unembarrassed riffage amid a wash of dramatic sonic textures. An analog rock-and-roll kick-in-the-ass in today’s unfortunate indie-rock climate of twee digital-chirping and self-important navel-gazing. This album is not just a response, it’s an antidote.

The band is comprised of veteran journeymen from the San Diego mathcore, Inland Empire stoner gloom and Long Beach dirt rock scenes. That melding of styles and meshing of sounds isn’t merely a throwback. Signal XY has re-contextualized their backgrounds in a stew of influences to create something altogether different. Throughout the EP, there are shades of the spookier side of post-punk (Joy Division, Christian Death, Sisters of Mercy), meaty desert rock guitars, and maybe even a hint of mid-90s post-grunge. However, “Response” clearly has a sound of its own. A brand new kind of heavy, heavy darkwave.

The universe Signal XY inhabits is a cosmos of the Illuminati, time travel, global demise and alien abduction, but bassist/singer Shawn Bathe doesn’t revel in cold sci-fi spaciness. The songs never shy away from the emotional core behind the subject matter, driven by the aggro, punk-rock backbeat of drummer Mik and the soaring solos/angular riffs of guitar-shredder Steve Luna.   

If you like your indie-rock to actually rock, “Response” is the answer.

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To some he is the champion of the underground. Others see him for the first time and ask the person dancing like crazy next to them, "Where did THIS guy come from?"

Think of Detroit Techno and DJ Bone might not be high on your list of luminaries because he is 100% independent and does things on his terms and on his terms only. He won't tap dance or bend to fit the "popular" dj mold. Those who recognize Bone know him for his uncompromising and innovative ways.

It's no accident that two letters always precede Bone's name whenever he's on the bill. First and foremost, Bone is a DJ---in the truest sense. When he spins, it's as if the turntables and the mixer become a physical extension of his body. He employs every possible technique in the disc jockey arsenal masterfully: blending, scratching, backspinning, no monitors or headphones; unrivaled in his use of the fader switch and he incorporates them all into every set. From his standing room only residency performances to after-hours spots, he rocks every show as if it's his last.

What the general public and far too many DJs don't realize is that Bone spins as much for his own enjoyment as he does for the audience. It's a compulsion that only those who live for what they do possess and those who don't can never understand: Bone lives to spin-it's a necessary part of his existence. His dedication to the art of dance music and DJing is so untainted and intense that the tales of his confrontational encounters with flashy booking agents and "big name" djs are already the stuff of legend. No hype or trends, just a relentless drive and passion to take the party to another level. That's why he's one of the few spin masters other DJs hate to follow.

DJBone is one of Detroit's most coveted underground vinyl technicians. This very talented and highly sought after artist plays events and clubs worldwide, has held a residency at four of Detroit's top clubs and produces music inspired by the city in which he hales from, Detroit. His record label Subject Detroit is futuristic and unearthly while still displaying the true essence of Detroit's Techno Soul.

Bone experienced the emotion, passion and energy of Detroit Techno first hand at the infamous Music Institute. What he witnessed there, along with the eclectic mix of music filling Detroit's airwaves by the legendary Electrifyin' Mojo and The Wizard, would serve to be Bone's main influences.

Bone began his DJ career spinning groundbreaking sets weekly at The Love Club (The Shelter). From there he gained a dedicated following which eventually led to him playing at three different clubs five nights a week, as well as several underground parties in Detroit. An invitation to provide fortnightly, live mixes for the Deep Space Radio show on 107.5 in Detroit was also extended.

After hearing Bone in Detroit (1996 Love Club Anniversary Party), Laurent Garnier booked him to headline at the Rex Club in Paris. Soon after word spread and Bone was invited to play events all over Europe.

A lack of electronic music which fit his style led Bone to produce his own original songs to incorporate into his funky and eclectic sets. He took it a step further and started his label Subject Detroit focusing on true Sonic Soul.

In late 1997, Bone began his residency at the Motor Lounge in Hamtramck (bordering Detroit on all sides) pioneering an underground Detroit Techno night. Within a month, the number of Bone's weekly session attendees topped 1,000 as well as tens of thousands of others tuning in to his live set broadcast on the radio every Friday from midnight until 2 am (87.9 FM). Always looking to expand minds and move bodies, Bone took on the challenge avoided by so many DJs before him familiar with Detroit by name only. For nearly three years, he amazed his crowds, which included out-of-towners from as far as Japan and Australia alongside his Detroit faithful. Unfortunately, due to Motor's attempt to exploit what Bone had founded and loved, he decided to depart from the club and his residency.

Bone's observation of the trend to book producers to spin, as opposed to actual DJs, prompted him to go against the grain and establish himself as a DJ first and foremost. He believes that an individual's talent should speak for itself and not be overshadowed or misconstrued by hype.

DJ Bone describes himself as "an uncompromising, hype hating, 100% independent, real Detroit native come auditory striker and soul controller that cannot be bought".

"If the gig is set-up with the music as the main focus (as it should be), then I have total control over the vibe. That's my duty. I'm not worried about having a Hollywood production going on or special effects with video images, smoke, etc. Just playing the best possible music as well as I can. I feel the need to constantly progress skill-wise and I feel my 3 deck sets are truly unique. Many DJs have 3 decks in front of them but how often do they actually have 3 records playing all at once (with the levels up)?” – DJ BONE


Dancer in the past. She knows what kind of music to play to make people dance. 
She has been playing in Russia (Yekaterinburg, Sochi), Indonesia (Bali, Gili Air islands), India (GOA), Cambodia (Sihanoukville, Koh Rong island) and Vietnam (Saigon). Most of the time her performance is unique mix of tribal house with ethnic vibes and pumping tech house.

She might look cute but don't let it fool you cuz she can rock! Mind blowing combination of music, dance and charisma

Modality are a progressive metal band from Melbourne, Australia, who formed in late 2018.  Their newest single and lyric video for 'Glass House' is out now: https://ffm.to/modality_glasshouse

  All is One, You are God, and the answer is LOVE...

   Inside most people there is a feeling of being separate, Separated from everything, and they're not.You're part of absolutely every one, and everything. PLEASE,  believe me. You don't because you have this spot that you can't see past.
  You know not just how beautiful you all truly are...
  There's no need to hide, or to lie, and it's possible to talk to someone without any lies, no sarcasm, no deceptions, no exaggerations, or anything people use to confuse the truth... 

   it's become appalling clear, that your technology far surpasses your humanity...  Someday your humanity might actually surpass your technology... 

  I didn't just go someplace, not away, just out, but EVERYWHERE...


Dear Beloved Soul,
   Some prose exposing my innermost emotions. I give you my words on a wing -  

BOOK OF HOURS

MATINS

Faith, Hope, Love.

 Deliver me unto myself that I may finish fretting the hours in vain, looking for what's lacking always elsewhere and otherwise. Grant me that peace which whispers like the wind between the earth and sky, the hush like intervals of silence between questions, between the calls of crickets, the sorrows of the seasons forever flowing one into the next, swift and sure as grace. 
Bleach my bones and twine my hair. When I am gone feed my flesh to carrion bent toward their erasures of antiquity. But first grant me this: let one day the shadows lift, that enslaves my soul to sadness. 
Teach me the beauty of my emptiness. Fill the hollows of my ribs with wistful winds until they ring like drained crystal goblets rubbed into song.

LAUDS

 Gift me in my lovelorn gloaming, the paled ashes of remembered passion: bathe me in the glad warmth gathered like a song's unfolding thrill that I might rise like smoke lofting up. 
Cloak me in the darkness of uncontrollable desire. Sanctify my spirit in a hunger that devours pride and fills my veins with urgency. Twist those anguished flames around me until my every limb curses this ripe fruit. Oh fill the abandoned rooms where my losses gather to lament. No longer thin in my blood to drain color from my face for want. In the half-light of love grown lambent, I can almost see a way to save me from myself.

PRIME

 Hone my gaze to the riches of detail- fine as the fur on the belly of the bee or the vein's thin as breath lining of a forgotten iris, translucent as thought. Reward's anxious eyes and a hasty heart do not recognize. Toll all the bells and raise the blinds, open the shutters: let this feeling overflow and swell the room with light. Save me from the doubts that swarm like maggots feeding on a wound. Leave me not alone in despair, gnawed raw to the nakedness of my existence.

TERCE
 See me, as I am, in this world of aspirations and broken dreams. Let me be more, yet possess some beauty. Heal my impatient heart which burns within me like a cankar. Teach me not to be annoyed by my faults, which roll within my ears as loud as thunder. Help me to love the fragile and small, the damaged and forgotten without sorrow. Fill me with understanding as an oak tree fills with wind. Caress my compassion; let my consciousness shake down and cover those I love. Help me to laugh with so much feeling I shake the earth and tremble quiet pools with my joy. Multiply my delights till they surround me like an echo resounding in a chasm.

SEXT

 Speak my mind in the tales of tongues turning words into wonder and wile away my wasted effort sweeping aside the bitter beauty of my betrayal. Seed the soil with loneliness until no plant will rise and paint the bright land black that I may blend my hide against its ravaged contours and disappear. Let me not forget the afternoons full of leisure when I flush in blessings lolling in your swoon so abundant and light every breeze was the lifting of time's wing. 
Hide me in another season: Use my shame like a prism to refract the light into shards of color, blushing this deed and that, embellishing a thousand years, until the renaissance roars of my regret that only centuries can comfort.

NONE

 Grant me hope the measure of a myth and my spirit will rebound: this love will burnish the air as if etched in lightening and my hands will clap like thunder. For I have come so long without a sign. Into my path 
let fall moments in handfuls, ripe and random, a little grace the comfort of this gift. Bless the blooms and the upstart grasses, single stark born broken-ribbed unbearable. All hallow the stoops and leaky asylum cracked alleys filled with broken inhabitants and dreams. Thank all the nouns we cling to, until calm blankets us like snow.

VESPERS

 Fill the evening with whispers. Smooth the air with the waft of worship from behind my pale facade, for even anger falters when the whole gasp of sky is mauve and gold and all the windows proclaim aflame. Protect me from the undertow of failing light, the suck of self-sacrifice lifting the last starling from the field leaving nothing but crickets and the bleak embrace of black. Angels have I none nor hope enough to fill this length of day yet let my heart rush as one with the swell of oceans, arising and the bells dispersing evening like smoke in the thickening air.

COMPLINE

 Slake my longing this heavy thirsting heart with draughts of God until the familiar burn and bruise is cooled as if by marble met or deep in earth the damp of darkness leaching from my skin the lingering fever so I may sleep again. Still this fear more loyal than a lie, that I may wake without the crease of hard dreams pressed into my flesh or the trace of brine when I swallow empty glassfuls in every breath. 
A gentle stirring flutters, filling like vowels swelling in my mouth tentative kisses these unfinished prayers: Bless me, do not break my heart.

Synopsis -

 "I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imagination". 
Cultivation of the soul might be as simple as listening to one's heart and examining the different moments of one's life. 
Perhaps enlightenment, isn't customarily found in the blinding bolt of lightning but rather in a series of tiny illuminations, none of which at the time seems important or interesting but collectively combine to lift the heart and widen the aperture through which we allow ourselves to view the infinite.

  A.'. A.'.



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