10 Ifs One Hit: SubLioN

For the second installment of 10 If’s One Hit, I bring you “Sublion,” alias of up and coming EDM producer Jack Cunningham.

I actually first discovered Cunningham’s work through twitter about a month ago, and after chance encounters at a Phish show and then a friends house, I told him I was curious to find out what all the electronic dance music was about.

It turns out Cunningham first started producing his own Reggae acoustic beats under the same name a few years back in college, and up until six months ago, hadn’t even produced his first EDM track.

His inspiration to find a new direction in EDM producing came about when he met up with current producer and longtime friend Aaron ‘MaHi’ Cole. Cunningham became inspired to transition from simple reggae chords to complex dubtronica once MaHi began mentoring him.

Through state of the art programs like Reason and Ableton, Cunningham has synthesized six complete tracks you can find through his sound cloud. His music has this new generation feel that mixes soothing keys and melodic themes with an ability to take you on a ride where the insertion of lyrics just becomes a distraction. 

The motivation behind Cunninghams producing capabilities is quite simple, “When I make my music I want it to be Pretty. I want it to be beautiful, uplifting. Im a positive person. I like jambands and I like to be happy and I want to bring that happiness to EDM.”

With future plans to continue dropping new tracks and to eventually spin his own music, it doesn’t seem there’s much in the way of stopping SubLioN from reaching the peaking ears of EDM fans near and far.

If you could possess any single super power?

You know what, I’d freeze time. Every once and a while when your stressed out just BOOM stop time and let your mind calm down.

If you could run any current music venue?

I don’t know how well this would work for EDM, but Red Rocks sounds pretty amazing. It sounds like one of the best venues you could go to in the country. I imagine EDM would sound pretty good with all the re-verb.

If you could spend a whole day with any artist?

DJ Tiesto. When it comes to music nowadays days and having the ability to get a whole arena full of people all on the same page, to get just a little bit of insight on that would just blow my mind.

If you could travel to any planet?

I would take a shuttle to Saturn. The ring system is sick looking and would be beautiful to see. Not to mention Saturn has like sixty moons.

If you could eliminate any one music genre?

The way I look at, even if I hate the music I always can nit-pick little things that I love. Like I don’t like country, but sometimes I like the guitar. I may not like screamo, but sometimes I’ll love the double bass pedals and the drums. I just love music.

If you could have any animal as your best friend?

Bald eagle. I would have a bald eagle on my arm or like on a perch next to me while I write music and when he hears something sweet he’d like squak or do something cool.

If you could get any tattoo?

I actually do have one right here, it’s a 311 quote; “Follow your bliss on every day, let the cards fall where they may.” It’s kind of just a reminder to do what you love, and whatever happens happens.

If you could marry one artist?

I would marry two, and it would be both Pegboard nerds because they have the sexiest synths in the entire world.

If you could leave tomorrow for any country in the world?

I was reading an article today about a successful business women who took a trip to Africa, and after taking with the warriors in their specific tribe she asked how many women warriors they had and the leader said none, women can’t be warriors here. She ended up coming back for two months and hunted with all the men and lived in poverty to become a warrior. That story just made me want to do some good, so I would probably find a place like Darfur for a different kind of destination and help out any way I could.

If you could control any element and why?

Wind. With the right costume, of course, I would be the most bad ass super hero ever. I would tell Superman to fuck off. Plus you could literally take someones breath away on command. I would also be the best skipper in all of the land.

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And here I bring you one hit from SubLioN: "Evolve" Be sure to check out Cunningham's sound cloud for other quality tracks. Enjoy!

Floyd Ahoy

I remember leaving my apartment at JMU for the final time this past July. I forgot a cooler of food inside, had to drive back to the apartment to find the man I'd given the key too, and then resumed my journey back down to Floyd, Virginia for their annual "Floyd Fest."

An obscure town that has an extremely popular music festival was the low down tip I'd gotten from one of the bartenders I used to work with back at school earlier in the year.

Another friend of mine told me the people of Floyd ate a lot of exotic fish, like squid, and one could therefore classify them as the hippie type.  The second thing I discovered was that the town itself had only a single traffic light.

You have to drive through the intersection with that traffic light in order to reach the backwoods of the festival, which was just under thirty minutes outside the town square. It’s pretty anti-climatic when you reach the stoplight, just another normal set of red, green and yellow blinkers.

When you ask locals about the traffic light they just brush it off and say, “Yeaup, that’s our town.” After experiencing all that the festival had to offer, the traffic light becomes merely a trivial fact.

The scatterbrain poem below captures a larger part of the festival and the many people/places/things I came in contact with throughout the duration. Enjoy.

Departing Floyd and the infamous light

Single Traffic Light Autumn Gypsy Baby

Hammer pants and tight white lace

Grab the melodica and join the band

Low thin brow, star shaped tone

Groove your bones with that banjo

A wooden spoon and a pink lagoon

Churning Chinese dreads & dragon snacks.

Purple rays painted parakeets that day

While Tahoe scooped redwood snow

Recycled moonshine love screamed, “You don’t Know!”

I told em’ if you’re in it you got to let her know.

But Sydney dreamed of mud-dripped men

Selling mustached aprons and green vacations

Hairs for strings and nails for pluckin’

Wild horses beat for songs worth sufferin’

Plaid buttons proved that raindrops drift,

Two spheres that burned the black out quick

A heated pig paced the dusty grey

And spoke in a tongs of marmalade

15 more through the rear bus door

Frayed overhauls and nothing more

The rain went dry and the earth made waves

And crust beneath the moon gave way

But the river flows and those mountains rise

And the Aussie chants, “til the day we die!”

Here’s a clip I took of John Butler during the first song of his solo set at Floyd Fest. It’s apparent you watch at least the first few minutes to catch his “Milkshake” rendition.  

Festival Euphoria: Balancing Ambition, Salesmanship and Sunday Names

As much as we’d like to capture the euphoric feelings of music festivals and never let them go, the reality is it’s much better to learn how to let them go, and to know they'll always be there whenever you decide to look back.

Whether you've experienced a festival or not, it remains clear that they have this mysterious ability to create an alternative reality that is both jubilant and enticing in nature. Instead of bringing this lifestyle back with you to earth, the key seems to remain in the middle ground between inhibition non-existence and inhibition overdrive.

While music festivals teach us about letting go and enjoying the show, they also teach us countless values that have the capability to benefit us in every day life. The first one you come across at all the decent festivals is this deep and non-judging sense of community. Your social status and monetary background don’t mean diddly to anyone at a festival. If you’re happy and you’re having a good time, this is the richest investment you can pass on to any one person.

Another aspect about festivals, which is in fact related to money and the real world is the salesmanship that goes on. Now you might say, “Oh that’s just a big word for all the drug dealers and peddlers out there trying to make a quick buck,” and I’m not going sit here and tell you that doesn’t exist, but that’s also not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the people who consciously create and deal their own personal goods to benefit themselves and others.

The amount of artwork, pins, posters, and jewelry I’ve come across sold by people who’ve hand made these commodities looking to make back the money that went into and then some is astounding. Many of these rogue vendors can’t afford the list price of the festival ticket and thus sell their goods in order to pay their own way.

Dedicating yourself to a craft and then using that craft to spread joy to others and back to yourself is an element of salesmanship that’s become widely forgotten in today’s world. The majority of businesses today aren’t concerned with how they reach their profits, but what their profits are. I’ve had the great fortune of working for businesses who’ve always put their customers first, and the nice thing about festivals is their ability to emit this truth when it comes to of the way transactions should occur within a conscious economy.

Another form of salesmanship at festivals that reflects dedication and hardwork is seen in the food vendors. These are the unsung heroes that help you get by when it’s 2 in the morning and your too far gone to search for that box of Triscuits, much less get the grill started up again. 

I remember waking up one morning to roam around for some breakfast and on my way walking through the campsite some random guy flagged me down from several tents away and said, “Hey, want an egg?!” I put my thumb in the air and the man proceeded to flip me the egg over his group of friends and a tent straight into my hands, which were the hands of God during that toss because I somehow cushioned the throw.

I continued walking and passed one of my camping buddies who told me this vendor on the corner had the best breakfast bowls out, six bucks for four eggs with cheese, bacon and potatoes. I ended up going to that place on a few different occasions, and this particular time I felt it was destiny to receive a five egg breakfast. 

When I arrived at Hembros Kitchen I presented the egg that had fallin’ from the sky to one of the cooks. He asked me if I wanted to sit on it, and after first feeling embarrassed, we both exchanged a hearty laughter and small talk ensued. That small talk turned into big talk, and next thing I knew I was getting invited to join him and his crew on road trip to Oklahoma for the Gentleman of the Road Tour (Mumford and Sons, Edward Sharpe, Alabama Shakes, etc.), which was only two weeks away.

After seriously considering that offer for three days, I came to the realization that I couldn’t just bail on work and loved ones for my own personal pleasure, a pleasure that no doubt would’ve involved a lot of hard work considering how much equipment and the amount of hours those food vendors worked each day (all day). When you’re a food vendor your unable to see a lot of the premier shows; you sacrifice them just so you’re able to grill out for the good of the people and the good of your wallet. With all the cooking equipment and gear it takes to set up a legit food stand, you need to be dedicated to your craft. 

Food vendors are just another festival component that can teach you how important it is to have ambition coupled with priorities. Without ambition, were just nomads wandering around with a false sense of hope. Once we lose sense of priorities, it then becomes easy to lose touch with reality. Although forgetting priorities can be extremely helpful to those of us who just need a break from work and want to enjoy the weekend, it can also be dangerous for those looking to fully embrace a lifestyle without rules or boundaries. 

At festivals it’s as if your given this ability to become whatever we want, while the core of your true self remains. Take for example Sunday names, a longstanding tradition at summer festivals where you're bestowed a different, alternative name. I’ve met Willow, Sunshine, Ernie Coombs and Earth Cloud to name just a few. The mysterious part is, you don’t even pick your Sunday name, it picks you. 

Like others, my Sunday name was given to me before I was even born, and currently it’s the name of this blog. The origin of my actual name goes back only a week or two before I was born. Originally, my parents agreed on the name Andrew, but after the company my dad worked for decided to instill a new business plan that incorporated the phrase "Just In Time" in a marketing push, they decided they liked the name Justin better. 

Sometimes these names have the ability to take on a life of their own and we choose to leave our old selves behind. This changed self can become home and a new life flourishes. For others, when the cash dries up and the music gets cut, a crash course in reality will tell you exactly who you are. You begin to find out just like nicknames, Sunday names are just different ways to express who we really are.

If there’s one final lesson festival hopping will teach you, it’s that life is all what you make it, and this ability to create the things that make you happiest is what living is all about. Sometimes we try to do to much, other times not enough, and sometimes it seems like the scale was tipped before we even had a chance to balance it. Maintaining an ambition to do better for ourselves and others will always help tip the scale in our favor, and even when it doesn’t seem likes it’s budging, sometimes all it needs is another push.

Smoky Pyramids

Figured the blog could use some more variety, so today I share with you my limited drawing capabilities. 

This freehand was done on a plane ride down to Tampa this past spring break. I distinctly remember listening to some alt-j and feeling good vibes coming from my seat neighbor. 

I can’t remember what or if I had any intended meaning behind it so let me know what you think!