For years, I was outspoken against camping music festivals. I didn’t quite get it – why would anyone give up the opportunity for a hot shower and warm bed in favor of braving the elements, separated from the howling winds, swirling dust, and hard ground with nothing but a tent? And then I went to Desert Hearts.
To call Desert Hearts a transformational festival is selling it short by a mile. Since its inception three years ago, the festival has garnered a near cult-like following within the Southern California burner community, offering a nearly unmatched blend of art, design, and beauty, all underlined by 100 hours of visceral, pulsating house and techno.
This year, the Desert Hearts crew – Mikey Lion, Deep Jesus, Pork Chop, Lee Reynolds, and Marbs – celebrated the third anniversary of their bi-annual festival, and they held nothing back. By expanding their festival into Thursday, they were able to offer a weekend’s worth of house and techno that most would consider enough for a lifetime. The lineup was the biggest and deepest it’s ever been, led by world-class additions like dirtybird’s boss, Claude VonStroke, and the SF label’s femme fatale, J. Phlip, in addition to international heavyweights like Olivier Giacomotto, Andreas Henneberg, and Eddie Richards, while the Desert Hearts crew spent most of Saturday showing off what they’ve got.
In the days leading up to the festival, I have to admit, I was a little bit hesitant about the prospect of camping on the outskirts of the festival, kept awake in my sleeping bag by the same, unending four-on-the-floor rhythm, but once Friday came and I was winding my way through the back roads behind Oceanside on my way to the relatively lawless Los Coyotes Indian Reservation, my nervous hesitancy turned into growing excitement.
As I made my way onto the festival grounds towards the single stage, adorned with a towering disco ball heart spinning in the middle, my ears were greeted with the familiar sounds of a mix of banging tech-house and space-y, burner soundscapes that were quick to grab your attention and keep hold of it long into the wee hours of the night. Walking around Desert Hearts was like a trip into the deepest depths of your imagination – festival-goers clad in fur solely greeted each other with hugs, others huddled together in one of the two Burning Man themed camps – Pile Palace and Shangri-Lawless – and even more were grooving on the dance floor, lost to the beats and rhythms delivered by the crisp Funktion 1 soundsystem.
Friday night slowly turned into Saturday morning with the help of an extended three hour set by Olivier Giacomotto, who threw down a performance for the ages, as temperatures dipped well into the 30s, leaving festival-goers scrambling for warmth. Some found solace deep in the crowd, while others spent the night huddled together in Pile Palace or by a burning trash can with shadows flickering against the backdrop of the stage.
Saturday was dominated by the Desert Hearts crew, as its head honcho, Mikey Lion, took the stage at 2 pm, getting the entire dance floor into another dimension of groove with his trademark brand of tech-house. Mikey Lion’s brother, and fellow Desert Heart crew member, Pork Chop, followed that up with my set of the weekend, turning the dance floor into a rowdy affair. As night quickly dawned and the temperatures fell, the crowd was losing some steam – until the legend Andreas Henneberg took the stage and commanded the crowd like a seasoned veteran. He effortlessly danced between jacking tech house, heady techno, and groovy deep house with ease, delivering dance floor bomb after bomb without remorse. As the weather worsened, the crowd continued to thin, until Deep Jesus, the last of the Desert Hearts crew to play, delivered a rousing sunrise set to those that remained awake and alive.
Though the musical programming at Desert Hearts isn’t as diverse as a festival like Woogie Weekend, Lightning in a Bottle, or Symbiosis, it’s the people that make Desert Hearts so god damn special. Strangers greeted each other with big, warm embraces, and everyone there not only felt like family but was also treated like family – even those you had never met. Saturday was highlighted by a wine and cheese party that broke out on the dance floor – yes, that’s right, wine and cheese. A couple of ambitious festival-goers found it within themselves to throw a party complete with boxed wine, grapes, cheese, crackers, and costumes for anyone and everyone on the dance floor. Now find me another festival where you’ve seen that happen.
Now, Desert Hearts is over, it’s well into the week, but nothing has been on my mind but the undulating pulse that commanded the dance floor all weekend. At its surface, Desert Hearts is just another music festival, but deep down, it finds something deeper inside of you and brings the best out of all of us. Desert Hearts, you’ve officially won me over. I’ll see you next spring.
Photos by Jamie Rosenberg
This weekend, from November 5th to November 9th, the Desert Hearts crew will be taking over the Los Coyotes Indian Reservation once again for the third anniversary of their annual fall festival. Since its inception just a few years ago, Desert Hearts has nicely filled a niche in Southern California, quickly cementing its reputation as the West Coast’s premiere, Burning Man-inspired music festival. Desert Hearts prides itself as visionaries of an alternative festival experience, not only offering a lineup that features 100 hours of nonstop house and techno, but also art installations and themed camps for a well-rounded camping festival experience.
For its third anniversary, Desert Hearts promises to be bigger and better than ever. Not only will the Desert Hearts crew, including Mikey Lion, Deep Jesus, Lee Reynolds, Pork Chop, and Marbs, take the stage for a number of their own sets, but they’ve also rounded out the lineup nicely with artists like Doc Martin, Andreas Hennenberg, and Kate Simko.
While the entire festival is sure to be a phenomenal time, these are five sets that you don’t want to miss if you find yourself at Desert Hearts this weekend.
1. Claude VonStroke
The dirtybird records boss never disappoints, and I would expect nothing less than the best from Claude at a festival like Desert Hearts.
2. David Scuba
The LA-based tech house guru has been quietly making waves for some time now, and you best believe that David Scuba will be right at home at Desert Hearts. While Claude and J. Phlip offer some house-ier options for the weekend, David Scuba is tech house through and through.
3. J. Phlip
Like her fellow dirtybird counterpart, Claude VonStroke, J. Phlip isn’t playing games when it comes to grimey house music. She’s one of the best there is in the house game, and you can be sure that she’s going to be bringing some heat come Sunday.
4. Mikey Lion
Like a proud father looking over his baby, Mikey Lion will be standing over the crowd at Desert Hearts on Saturday, admiring everything that he has accomplished. Mikey is not only the boss of the Desert Hearts crew, but also helps run the label, in addition to performing at all of their events and still finding time to produce in the studio as well.
June 18th was a big day in music, incase you were living under a rock. The almighty Kanye West released Yeezus, while J. Cole and Mac Miller released both their sophomore efforts. Most are trying to compare Cole and Ye’s LP’s, but you can’t. That’s like comparing LeBron and Jordan. Two different positions, and in this instance, two different genres. You can’t compare a shooting guard and a small forward, and you can’t compare Ye’s alternative-who-the-fuck-knows-what-to-call-it and then Cole’s rap. You may disagree with me, but who cares.
Lets get the facts straight:
- Born Sinner is 100x better than Sideline Story
- Album comes together
- J. Cole doesn’t play any games as he raps about his life
- Production has gotten remarkably better
- More consistent lyrically
- This was a true album, and not a commercial one
The one concern that comes with new artists and their LP’s is how will the debut fair, and will they succumb to the sophomore curse? Sideline Story was better than your average debut, and J. Cole survived sophomore curse with Born Sinner. Born Sinner showcases the evolution of Cole’s production ability, as well as, his growth and maturity as an artist. He continuously raps about his life, sharing it with everyone. That’s how the album comes together as it’s real, and genuine.
He starts us off with Villuminati, a testament to Born Sinner being darker, angrier, and more of a serious album than Sideline Story. This is the stage setter for the rest of the album. Other standouts include: Power Trip (like come on, try to not get that stuck in your head), Runaway, Forbidden Fruit, Ain’t That Some Shit (Interlude), Let Nas Down, & Born Sinner.
In Forbidden Fruit, Kendrick Lamar provides the quiet and calm chorus, as Cole addresses his decision to move up his release date to go head-to-head with Yeezus.
I’mma drop the album the same day as Kanye/Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá
I applaud him for moving up the release date. Guy has mad confidence. +1 for respect.
There are some weak points about Born Sinner, though: Land Of The Snakes, a remake of Outkast and Slick Ricks Da Art of Story Telling. Just don’t touch something that good. It’s that obvious. Another weak point is that some people may complain about how a lot of the songs sound similar. I’m not going to argue that one because Cole produced the whole thing himself, so of course a lot of it will sound similar, but I think he strung together something he’ll look back and be proud of.
The biggest thing for me, as this won’t be album of the year, but Born Sinner proves that J. Cole got significantly better *with albums*, and hopefully he continues to. This is a very good album, but it won’t be my album of the year. Definitely in my top 10 at the least.
*obviously his mixtapes are a different sotry*
Album Rating: 8/10