Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)



Sometimes at night I get in this mood

And my mind separates from my body and goes swimming

in a quiet pool, suspended weightless

surrounded by the droplet

that reflects the sound of out there.

My body moves still, numbed and soft

skin prickling in the artificial heat

kept close by off-white walls

that pucker in the upper corners

where they meet a ceiling so full of cracks

that it’s easy to imagine slipping up through them

and into the purple night that settles over

town and country and a man walking his dog after a long day of work.

Irresponsibility finds oppression around any corner

and so operates underground, shifting

from house to apartment to highway-side tattoo parlor

keeping ahead of the radio dial

keeping abreast of the novel and wrong.

The old incandescent bulb flickers on at the end of each day

bathing the cracked paint porch in sepia

that casts far enough into the shadows to

bring the rusted pickup into semi focus.

One stray drop ripples the scene

sepia to black and white and back

to the Technicolor of the bathroom mirror

the oily squeak of an old radiator.

Purple arcs in all directions,

a punctured filament, at least one thing you can trust in

to be in its place

until eventually it isn’t and you and all of your friends

feel confused and realize that it didn’t ever affect your life much

at all, but still it’s gone and you aren’t used to that so you call me up

knowing that I won’t answer because I’m swimming

deep in the cave system that winds beneath

the back alleys and rises at a certain point

where you can see for miles

and you can trace the path you took to get there

it seems so long but you know it won’t take

but a few moments to be right back

in the sepia syrup

responsible and clear skinned

and buttoned up with a crisp ironed collar

and purple necktie

walking into glass again

at eight forty five in the morning.

– N

Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)

Music Remixes

Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)

It’s muggy, cold, and rainy outside my window. The sun, if it could be seen, would be beginning to set and Manhattan would begin its earnest attempt to keep the daylight on. I’m a little disappointed in myself for not really accomplishing anything in my planner, but sometimes you need a day to look out your window all day; observe.

In this moment, there’s a sinister vibe pulsing through the air. Perhaps it’s the weather. Perhaps something wicked this way comes. Or perhaps it’s this track. There was a moment in late 2011 where dubstep met chillwave and had a child, and that child was British musician Jamie Woon. “Night Air” slowly crept its way up the charts that fall and with it came a slew of remixes. Some of them were good, others were awful, and others were gold — this one being the standout.

I’ve acquired a kind of madness
Daylight fills my heart with sadness
Only silent skies can soothe me
Feel that night air flowing through me
In the night air
The night air.”

Woon’s lyrics and haunting falsetto delivery embody the ethereal hypnotizing rush of the night. His voice doesn’t float, it manifests itself in midair and hangs just out of arms reach; detached. Ramadanman exploits this and takes us deep into the heart of darkness. Snare drums click-click in syncopated rhythms as a bass and synth slowly but surly creep up on Woon. The sound literally sounds like an animal stalking its prey, lurking, and waiting to attack. The only thing – the thing makes this track gold – is there is no attack; there is no drop. Ramadanman simply weaves us through a maze of sound, sedating us sonically. The track fades and you’re left with this clinical realization that it’s just you, a room, and a song that’s gone silent.

Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)

Music Remixes

Lana Del Rey – Video Games (Jamie Woon Remix)


Lana Del Rey is the kind of artist who I will obsess over for a solid month or two and then she’ll disappear from my periphery for another three. When “Blue Jeans” came out in fall 2011, I became a total stan for the plump-lipped “gangster Nancy Sinatra.” She continued to plow her voluminous hair into my library and for a while I didn’t hate it. I became one of those “Hey! I have an opinion about Lana Del Rey” kind of guys. I defended her. I went against her. I became indifferent towards her. She soon got lost in my ever-growing music library; only to reappear when a friend put her on or shuffle decided I needed a little macabre pop. The other day SoundCloud thought it’d be a good idea to throw me a Del Rey bone and like a good dog, I played fetch.

“Video Games” has been remixed, rehashed, and overdone since it’s late summer 2011 debut. I remember my boss at the time playing it and fangirling only to then offer her opinion on the Del Rey. Regardless, it’s a fabulous song. It’s lazy hazy summer love at it’s most opulent. British producer and musician, Jamie Woon, puts his house-funk touch to the (dare I say it) classic and elevates it to a whole new level of grandness. The synthed-out hums of Lana work with the slightly dark, but unabashedly sexy beat. I never thought I’d want to grind up on someone to this track, but here I am imagining this remix coming on at some houseparty late into the night and everyone jiving. Woon takes the lustful yearning of the original, removes the sadness, and spins it over a beat that begs you to down a drink and get down.

And get down we will — the weekend is young after all. Cheers.

Lana Del Rey – Video Games (Jamie Woon Remix)