All photos by Jayson de Leon of Life Kamera Action
Sometimes you luck out with a concert bill and end up seeing and hearing everything you had hoped to see and hear. And then sometimes you luck the Fuck out and get to do exactly that, plus hug the man shit out of the people that provided you with said sightz and soundz.
As a full time dad I don't get to break off and peep as many shows as I used to, but being choosey about when and where means I have to plan the Fuck ahead. I had planned on seeing Dark Time Sunshine as many times as I possibly could back when I first crossed over into the superfan category, but when I saw they were coming through Chicago with Edison and Aesop Rock on the Skelethon Tour I was geeked as Fuck. Edison is not only one of my favorite beat makers, he's probably one of the most honestly himself people I've ever stalked on social media.
Dude takes adorable into the stratosphere bro.
I wanted the opportunity to see him hit buttons live, of course, but I wanted to meet him. I live for the times when I can witness someone I'm a fan of murder shit and then tell them in person how awesome I think they are. Writing about someone's music is one thing, speaking words directly into their holes from one of my larger holes is up there with receiving blow jobs while playing video games. It's its own reward bro.
So after getting our photo team settled with passes, making sure our audio guy Luke had his 90s glasses kind of smudgey, and hugging Dave from Fieldwerk, I felt the ceiling rattle and giddily ran upstairs just as DTS started.
Dark Time Sunshine is one of those groups that I feel especially proud of every time I hear them, but having a nearly packed house for them as an opener, I was the creepy bald guy with the smirk on his face and his hands in the air. Proud isn't the fucking word. I was creepily erect for this set. And at that particular moment I wasn't there for anything else.
Onry Ozzborn is still the coolest muthafucker with a mic. Concentratedly sauntering and connecting with every face in the crowd, he has surpassed his previous role of dope rapper and taken on a title of master master of ceremonies without question. He has the stage presence of the popular paired with quiet and introspective, but with this patient delivery of the intense, calmly demanding movement from the audience and receiving it without having to ask twice.
Behind him, Zavala taps, twists and tastefully accompanies Onry's words, but I'm noticing more and more how amazing his production sounds out of a live PA. His sounds are already cinematic and pristine, but when projected out of a wall of sound, they take on an almost angelic hue. The lows grumble your balls while the highs sparkle like the first two hours after a much needed midnight rain.
If I sound fruity and giddy, it's because I am. Zavala, and Dark Time Sunshine, when thrown at you with however many decibels the Metro throws at your fucking face, is anthemic, inspiring and the perfect soundtrack to a metropolitan zig zag through bodies and vehicles and lights and movement.
The creepy smirk on my face stayed there throughout their entire set. Hearing the crowd's response as they finished up, and I caught my breath and tucked the man shank under the waistband, I teared up like a pussy and screamed the last non-Peter-Brady-like scream from my moist hole.
Edison then walks on stage like a guy who's been itching to show you some of the stuff he's been working on. He grabs the mic and talks to the crowd like he's talking to four people passing a three footer on a couch instead of seven hundred muthafuckers, there's no humble, no shy, no uncomfortable, it's just Edison.
Edison's got something to show you bro. And it ain't his peen bro.
So dude is set up with his Monome, which has 571 buttons, and there's two cameras set up just in front of him that project his twiddled twiddles on a stage wide screen behind him. In between shots of his limber fingers smooshing and smashing, random graphics of mammalian genitalia flash by, arousing those of us with our jaws hanging down to our own genitalia. Edison is the beat freak's beatfreak show and to call it anything but ballsawesome is a fucking cop out.
Not only was I enamored with his choice of buttons to push, seriously I didn't object to any button bro, his head and body movements leave little to be desired. He reminds me of one of those toy figurines where you push the button on the bottom and the string keeping its body taut makes the limbs go slack. With that thought in your brain, imagine the button pusher pushing the button under Edison is pushing said button as rapidly as Edison pushes his own buttons.
Edison's neck goes slack, rotates a complete 360 and slams straight up tight, then his monstrous cock takes a brown towel and dabs his forehead ever so gently.
Edison is a sight for whore eyes.
His beats are as fucking enigmatic and outgoing as he is. And I love him.
Creepy forever stalker ending.
I left right after his set to haul ass home to relieve wifey on puke and liquid shit detail with the kiddies, but I was able to high five and thank DTS on the way out. I was also able to take a thank you picture of my penis and text it to Edison for safe keeping.
Anyone else go? How was Aesop?
Jayson stuck around and got a pimp capture of the bearded emcee: