EMPT Presents: Balearea by Barry Poppins


The kid Barry sent me this literally weeks ago but somehow in the endless waltz of learning, work, music and insatiable hunger for more that’s my life I haven’t been able to sit down and post it, until now.

For a quiet guy like me, one who enjoys the dwellings of solitude so much I rarely find myself alone these days. Lately though, I’ve been stepping back and taking time for myself and man is it helping. As I write this I’m at some random Cafe in Highland Park, listening to “Balearic” and enjoying an easy Sunday morning only California could provide. I don’t even know how I got here, but my new thing is just getting in my car and going…

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride…

Say what you will about Los Angeles but you just can’t beat this weather man, it’s 61 degrees, sunny as fuck and oh yeah, it’s February! Anyways, life on this end has certainly not been smooth sailing but I feel like things are finally coming back to a peaceful place and it most certainly has to do with stepping away from the things that just don’t agree with my disposition. It’s a hard thing to do, it may even be a little bit escapist in nature but sometimes you have to trust your gut and that’s all I’m doing.

This tape is the perfect soundtrack for Sunday. Put this on and go about your business, this is vibe music, sensual, sexy and feel good. This is Space Age Bachelor Pad Music, the type of shit you would place in the morning on a Yacht coasting off the south of France or at a 6am pool party in the Dominican Republic after you’ve been partying all night. It’s beautiful and euphoric chill out music curated at the highest level. Enjoy.

“This mix took me 6 months to finalize and is an ode to the “Balearic” realm of music that can’t be defined by words, only brisk, smooth sounds. It’s a collection of tunes that make me feel like I’m surfing on a rocket or floating on a Banana Boat. It’s a collection of songs that both calms and awakens me, if that makes any sense. For me, Balearic tunes are ones that can calm your nerves but make your nipples hard at the same time. And that is what these songs mean to me.”


Psychemagik – Wake Up Everybody
Late Nite Tuff Guy – I Can Feel It
Chris Malinchak – So Into You
Reverso 68 – Piece Together (Todd Terje Spinning Star Mix)
Classixx – Supernature (Hot Toddy Remix)
Appo – Cocaine
Mario Basanov – Caribbean Girl (New Found Land Remix)
Satin Jackets feat. KLP – For Days
Air Zaire feat. Patric Baker – Sanibel
Flight Facilities – Shine A Light
Laid Back – Fly Away (Poolside Edit)
Roy Ayeres – Everybody Loves the Sunshine

Music Remixes

HAIM – Falling (Psychemagik Remix)

I’ve descended deep into this spiral of something I’m still trying to understand. It’s that feeling that you’re going somewhere but not entirely sure where just yet, but you know that it’s going to be okay. I’ve got full blown allergies making my nose an unstoppable force of terror and anguish, so that is making everything far more intense than it actually is. Here’s a stab at what I’m dealing with. The past is a truly frightening thing when you choose to dwell on it for too long. It’s frightening, but it’s not bad. You only move forward because of the times that you are busy enough to allow yourself the moments of procrastination, which lead to your dwelling on things that don’t occur right now in front of you. So you rewind, hammering away at pieces of your past that you’ve stashed away, the kind of things that hurt but you take some kind of guilty pleasure in returning to them. They’re not ideal memories, but you fall into them because most of the time your brain knows you need to return to them.

Well, that entire idea that I’ve just talked about, is my thesis. Everything about it. It drives me nuts, and I’m sure I’m not unique in saying that. I love it because it’s a part of my heart and a part of my past, but nothing about it is pleasant and it most certainly is not something I ever imagined myself dwelling on for this long. But the incredible thing about it, is that I know at the end of this whole process, I’ll have grown. It’s like getting a kitten (surprise, I got one of those, too) and loving it for its tiny size and adorable thumbs (yes, I have a Hemingway kitty), but knowing for sure that it will absolutely grow up into an awesome and magnificent larger creature. For whatever reason, you won’t see it happen because you’ll be too busy taking care of it, but everyone else who comes in and out of your life will see it and gape in awe at its size and how much it’s grown since the last time they saw it.

That’s how I hope things will be. For both me, and my kitty. Hopefully we’ll both grow up to be really big and awesome, without falling too many times along the way. But I guess that has something to do with this remix? Right? Can we just say that falling is inevitable and that maybe, just maybe, we can all learn how to fall gracefully? Glide with style, if I may? Okay Toy Story references are out of the bag, which means it’s my cue to go ahead and let you guys enjoy this one before I say much else. I am in fact a lover of all things HAIM, and I can’t help but feel like this psychedelic remix is bound to get you falling out of whatever slump you’re in and into a productive and healthy mind space. Which was exactly what I needed today. The funky is turned up a notch here, and it almost matches that indescribable feeling I was trying to convey at the very beginning of this post. This song exists in an in-between dimension, and it excites me.

Cheers y’all.

HAIM – Falling (Psychemagik Remix)

Music Remixes

Skinny Lister – Colours (Psychemagik Remix)

“Every story has already been told” –many people

…You just have to find a new way to tell it. That’s one of the first lessons you’re taught in creative writing classes, and it’s a hard one to disagree with–particularly when you look at the way Hollywood recycles the same ideas over and over again.

As someone who attempts to write, the most difficult aspect in the processes is picking up the pen and paper (or banging on the keyboard) and asking yourself: first, has this story already been told, and second, will anyone even see this? Of course, many phenomenal stories still do get told on a regular basis by people who either know how to tell a familiar story in an unheard way, or shape a story with characters that people will care about. No matter the art, every story teller must have a different slant–a unique voice and a new way to tell a similar story you may have heard before.

It’s a difficult reality that many artists–and musicians in particular–have to battle with. And with so much music being produced on a daily basis, it’s definitely daunting.

Because I’m fascinated with words, and I’ve always wondered what would happen when we run out of new names for songs. Over and over again, I see the same word or words being used as a song title (quick, try to think of a title for a song–odds are, it’s been taken). This recycling of words partially occurs because there are only so many words to describe feelings and the emotions a song encapsulates. And at a basic level, artists simply want to share their feelings.

This is not the first song with the word “Colours” in it (see: Fred Falke‘s classic Hot Chip remix, Grouplove, etc.), but it’s a rather good one. Skinny Lister, a London based-folky band that I know nothing about, tells a pretty relaxed tale of summer and the dope colors that inhabit that time of year.

The UK-production duo Psychemagik (who enjoy making “demented beats”), have added another ace remix to their resumé, speeding the song up with some synth and taking it to a more uplifting place. It’s not fancy, but it’s lush and filled with colorful vibes.

Yes, colours (and colors) are a fairly basic, omnipresent aspect in life. They’re triply, they’re cool, and they’re inspiring. Whether you’re a musician, writer, or architect (whether you shape or attempt to shape things), above all else, you have to believe in your story. Odds are if you don’t think it’s worth telling, no one else will either.

Skinny Lister – Colours (Psychemagik Remix)

Skinny Lister –  Colours