R.I.P. KIM
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 12:37 pm
Headache tonight, it's 3:13am pst, and I'm on about 42 hours straight no sleep till brooklyn...
Kim Scher passed in her sleep last thursday, she was a friend of mine, we started hanging out at the local whomp whomp wends weekly in Eureka, the next town over, Nocturnum is a dark club, the walls were black, usually no lighting, just a green lazar staring at the linoleum floor spraying geometry from one side of the other, dazzling our molly minds into oblivion. this was 3 years ago, most of the time it was a family affair, everyone basically knew each other, it was obvious when there was a dubstep virgin there, but when they'd make their way between the dirty hallways and the sticky floors the first face they'd see was Kim's, because Kim loves people, all people, it didn't matter what car u drove, what u smelled like, if u had money, what u listened to, what clothes u wore, what drugs u did or didn't do, what god or lack there of you prayed too. Aquarians are amazing in this respect, all races, all ethnicities, all cultures, all humans, all one. She valued everyones contribution equally. She would gash open her toothy smile and extend her thin firm figure over you and welcome you to our club. That's what it was most of the time, we'd have two locals from a rotating line up of skillful, talented and eclectic local talent of bass obsessed producers and DJS, and usually an out of towner stopping through on tour, the crowds would very, but everyone was together, at the bar or on the floor, everyone was open enough to dance with each other. a couple times a month we'd throw larger parties, typically talent from the bay area would come through, and eventually there became a following, where every whomp whomp the fabric we had sewn over the early stages started unraveling, stretching and more and more new faces who knew what to do were walking through the door. Kim loved dubstep, 'Excision', 'Zed's Dead' and 'Liquid Stranger' were her favorite, "Canadian Robot Music" she would say. All of which have supported the scene in Humboldt here on more than one occasion. 'Zed's Dead' were back for a show, opening for them was 'The Glitch Report', and though perhaps the intensity of robot mating calls, and the metallic crunchy scrap metal mid range wobble of their breed of hardcore may have made my stomach turn, seeing Kim just eating it up, one disgusting sound after another, she was a fiend for the disruptive aggressive low levels of dubstep that perhaps fans of Rusko and Caspa on this forum could identify with. She had a fire in her eyes, these wide tear shaped eyes, pupils cascading around the inside of their green hue. 'Zedd's Dead' was up and they had played a set of savage dubstep to a sold out crowd in the main room last time, but there was a tight squeeze in the second room that night and they just came out swinging with a fully charged assault of banging ass electro house, that night Kim and I were more than just friends, we bonded on that dance floor, we put pressure on each other and felt the intensity rise, the pressure from the fast tempo catching up with our accelerated heart rate and it was clear from there that we were more than friends. We were related, though my affinity for the UK SubBass, and the darker artsy spacious side of the sound, she loosened me up to realize that for a small community with a developing music scene there was no reason not to enjoy the talent that did make an effort to support the community, there were many great shows @ the club over the years, Nocturnum had two stages typically the larger room was open for the big names Dead Prez, Midnite, Pantyraid, Nit Grit, Clicks and Whistles, Z-Trip, Freak Nasty, Eprom, Pretty Lights, Goth Trad, Upiuo Salva, Kyla Scintella, ect. She was at every show of this nature, BASS that was her ultimate vice, just nasty BASS, she was viscous, she had a sharpness to her bite, you know how you can be hardcore with out being too abrasive. That's Kim she would throw down so hard, and it wasn't to intimidate anyone, but rather just to see where u were @, she was accepting of everybody, but she was also there to show you the ropes, to show u how it all went down in her mind, and there she was no fail every wends participating in the dubstep movement and arts culture at a pace only she will truly understand.
I remember seeing her after Burning Man, drenched to the brim with Playa, frozen in the sun, looking for a way out of the mind warp she was in, but there was no cause for panic, that's the #1 rule with Kim, no matter how far out there it got, how many mixtures, and cocktails of various medicines with various psychotropic effects, she kept it cool, the walls would be melting, and the shadows would come alive before the lights came on, And she was 100% at all times, she had the know how, the right sense of balance, but she was such a real friend, the type of person who would allow for a complete stranger to join the clique at first sight, on the spot, no questions asked, she never copped an attitude, was was never intentionally rude or impolite to anyone, she lived life the way others with they could live, the way most wish they would live. She had no regrets, always charged the dance floor with her guns blazing, a frolic of friends to follow, everyone loves her, she really connected a lot of people, any everytime she would talk about music, the cutest thing, she would always, always, always, always not remember the names of any song, even seemingly, especially the most played, most popular ones, but after a simple psychic game of rock and roll trivia "Dubstep Edition", she would always ring in, huge grin and an eminence passion for every new variation of the sound that would travel through the Nocturnum halls, rattling drinks off tables, be it Africa Hi-Tech, An-Ten-Ae, Govinda, or Heavyweight Dub Champion. She was there giving her all and never asking anyone for anything in return.
I saw her on Thursday morning @ 2AM, outside the liquor store, She always speaks loudly "STEEEEEVE!" like little sisters do, I crack an unusual smile, seeing Kim in her skin tight hoodie/jeans/boots classic style, nothing too adventurous, she was a super big tom boy, always played rough and tough and ready to get her hands durrrty, she liked it, not just the attention that women get when the can let they're hair down so to speak, but she meant it, We collide and squeeze arms wrapped around tight, let go in a laugh and look into each other's green circles one last time, as close to a sister I've come to (in the sense that I've known her for 3 year's and in that time have not gone for more than one week without seeing each other) and without any authentic sense of certainty, we were from opposite sides of the same sound, connected to validate each other, even in a modest crowd of 10 and a DJ, there she was, alway had my back, with a welcomed pat on the shoulder and a sense of support even in the most underwhelmed openings. she stepped off the curb facing away, through the cross walk, I gaze, back against the wall, she evaporates into a circle of her peers, I'm still smiling, because that's the type of girl that Kim's gotta be, the kind that keep u smiling.
~/~/~ Kim Schar ~/~/~/ Woven Heart /~/~/~/~/~/~/ /// /// /////
She exchanges her energy in cosmic retribution, baring a cross over her heart, the earth over/under/threw her body, a chalice balanced weightless on her mind. The gaping lips of the sun, stretched from corner to corner in the sultry sky, trivial details dissolved into the moonlight, She was enthused, alway honest, never confused, always cunning, with a smile that beckoned to be reckoned with, and a personality affectionate. She threw down a glowing stature, a force only she could manifest. She wore her golden locks parted with waves of shimmering beauty like the sun explodes into the sea, her eyes green like mine, my sister, my mirror, my partner in crime. In the nocturnal neon hallways expanding out of our mind, subdivided by the sides drawn down by crooked lines, last call for the rhyme as now we are only divided by time. Fearless in the face of adrenaline, unsolicited hardcore taste for 'Excision' and 'Tool'. A firm tight bodied angel, affirmed tonight, sobbing at the thoughts without you, in puddles of liquid dreams, spinning lullabies in smoke circles, woven dream catchers of psychedelic sacred geometry, a spiders web of the dissociative, into an inescapable unknown. 2 a place where your heart speaks in frequencies, the place where my heart skips a beat on repeat. She provided joy in a world of sorrow, truth in a world of lies, LOVE in a world of Infinite goodbyes. ~Steven De Rosa~
it's 5:22AM, g-night guys, shout out to Commodo who played an amazing set the day of, Kim would have been very inspired by the professionalism and precise mixing ability, twas great to hear so much deep UK SubBass on the voids, everyone really enjoyed it 'jerkhands'. infinite big ups awarded to u!
Kim Scher passed in her sleep last thursday, she was a friend of mine, we started hanging out at the local whomp whomp wends weekly in Eureka, the next town over, Nocturnum is a dark club, the walls were black, usually no lighting, just a green lazar staring at the linoleum floor spraying geometry from one side of the other, dazzling our molly minds into oblivion. this was 3 years ago, most of the time it was a family affair, everyone basically knew each other, it was obvious when there was a dubstep virgin there, but when they'd make their way between the dirty hallways and the sticky floors the first face they'd see was Kim's, because Kim loves people, all people, it didn't matter what car u drove, what u smelled like, if u had money, what u listened to, what clothes u wore, what drugs u did or didn't do, what god or lack there of you prayed too. Aquarians are amazing in this respect, all races, all ethnicities, all cultures, all humans, all one. She valued everyones contribution equally. She would gash open her toothy smile and extend her thin firm figure over you and welcome you to our club. That's what it was most of the time, we'd have two locals from a rotating line up of skillful, talented and eclectic local talent of bass obsessed producers and DJS, and usually an out of towner stopping through on tour, the crowds would very, but everyone was together, at the bar or on the floor, everyone was open enough to dance with each other. a couple times a month we'd throw larger parties, typically talent from the bay area would come through, and eventually there became a following, where every whomp whomp the fabric we had sewn over the early stages started unraveling, stretching and more and more new faces who knew what to do were walking through the door. Kim loved dubstep, 'Excision', 'Zed's Dead' and 'Liquid Stranger' were her favorite, "Canadian Robot Music" she would say. All of which have supported the scene in Humboldt here on more than one occasion. 'Zed's Dead' were back for a show, opening for them was 'The Glitch Report', and though perhaps the intensity of robot mating calls, and the metallic crunchy scrap metal mid range wobble of their breed of hardcore may have made my stomach turn, seeing Kim just eating it up, one disgusting sound after another, she was a fiend for the disruptive aggressive low levels of dubstep that perhaps fans of Rusko and Caspa on this forum could identify with. She had a fire in her eyes, these wide tear shaped eyes, pupils cascading around the inside of their green hue. 'Zedd's Dead' was up and they had played a set of savage dubstep to a sold out crowd in the main room last time, but there was a tight squeeze in the second room that night and they just came out swinging with a fully charged assault of banging ass electro house, that night Kim and I were more than just friends, we bonded on that dance floor, we put pressure on each other and felt the intensity rise, the pressure from the fast tempo catching up with our accelerated heart rate and it was clear from there that we were more than friends. We were related, though my affinity for the UK SubBass, and the darker artsy spacious side of the sound, she loosened me up to realize that for a small community with a developing music scene there was no reason not to enjoy the talent that did make an effort to support the community, there were many great shows @ the club over the years, Nocturnum had two stages typically the larger room was open for the big names Dead Prez, Midnite, Pantyraid, Nit Grit, Clicks and Whistles, Z-Trip, Freak Nasty, Eprom, Pretty Lights, Goth Trad, Upiuo Salva, Kyla Scintella, ect. She was at every show of this nature, BASS that was her ultimate vice, just nasty BASS, she was viscous, she had a sharpness to her bite, you know how you can be hardcore with out being too abrasive. That's Kim she would throw down so hard, and it wasn't to intimidate anyone, but rather just to see where u were @, she was accepting of everybody, but she was also there to show you the ropes, to show u how it all went down in her mind, and there she was no fail every wends participating in the dubstep movement and arts culture at a pace only she will truly understand.
I remember seeing her after Burning Man, drenched to the brim with Playa, frozen in the sun, looking for a way out of the mind warp she was in, but there was no cause for panic, that's the #1 rule with Kim, no matter how far out there it got, how many mixtures, and cocktails of various medicines with various psychotropic effects, she kept it cool, the walls would be melting, and the shadows would come alive before the lights came on, And she was 100% at all times, she had the know how, the right sense of balance, but she was such a real friend, the type of person who would allow for a complete stranger to join the clique at first sight, on the spot, no questions asked, she never copped an attitude, was was never intentionally rude or impolite to anyone, she lived life the way others with they could live, the way most wish they would live. She had no regrets, always charged the dance floor with her guns blazing, a frolic of friends to follow, everyone loves her, she really connected a lot of people, any everytime she would talk about music, the cutest thing, she would always, always, always, always not remember the names of any song, even seemingly, especially the most played, most popular ones, but after a simple psychic game of rock and roll trivia "Dubstep Edition", she would always ring in, huge grin and an eminence passion for every new variation of the sound that would travel through the Nocturnum halls, rattling drinks off tables, be it Africa Hi-Tech, An-Ten-Ae, Govinda, or Heavyweight Dub Champion. She was there giving her all and never asking anyone for anything in return.
I saw her on Thursday morning @ 2AM, outside the liquor store, She always speaks loudly "STEEEEEVE!" like little sisters do, I crack an unusual smile, seeing Kim in her skin tight hoodie/jeans/boots classic style, nothing too adventurous, she was a super big tom boy, always played rough and tough and ready to get her hands durrrty, she liked it, not just the attention that women get when the can let they're hair down so to speak, but she meant it, We collide and squeeze arms wrapped around tight, let go in a laugh and look into each other's green circles one last time, as close to a sister I've come to (in the sense that I've known her for 3 year's and in that time have not gone for more than one week without seeing each other) and without any authentic sense of certainty, we were from opposite sides of the same sound, connected to validate each other, even in a modest crowd of 10 and a DJ, there she was, alway had my back, with a welcomed pat on the shoulder and a sense of support even in the most underwhelmed openings. she stepped off the curb facing away, through the cross walk, I gaze, back against the wall, she evaporates into a circle of her peers, I'm still smiling, because that's the type of girl that Kim's gotta be, the kind that keep u smiling.
~/~/~ Kim Schar ~/~/~/ Woven Heart /~/~/~/~/~/~/ /// /// /////
She exchanges her energy in cosmic retribution, baring a cross over her heart, the earth over/under/threw her body, a chalice balanced weightless on her mind. The gaping lips of the sun, stretched from corner to corner in the sultry sky, trivial details dissolved into the moonlight, She was enthused, alway honest, never confused, always cunning, with a smile that beckoned to be reckoned with, and a personality affectionate. She threw down a glowing stature, a force only she could manifest. She wore her golden locks parted with waves of shimmering beauty like the sun explodes into the sea, her eyes green like mine, my sister, my mirror, my partner in crime. In the nocturnal neon hallways expanding out of our mind, subdivided by the sides drawn down by crooked lines, last call for the rhyme as now we are only divided by time. Fearless in the face of adrenaline, unsolicited hardcore taste for 'Excision' and 'Tool'. A firm tight bodied angel, affirmed tonight, sobbing at the thoughts without you, in puddles of liquid dreams, spinning lullabies in smoke circles, woven dream catchers of psychedelic sacred geometry, a spiders web of the dissociative, into an inescapable unknown. 2 a place where your heart speaks in frequencies, the place where my heart skips a beat on repeat. She provided joy in a world of sorrow, truth in a world of lies, LOVE in a world of Infinite goodbyes. ~Steven De Rosa~
it's 5:22AM, g-night guys, shout out to Commodo who played an amazing set the day of, Kim would have been very inspired by the professionalism and precise mixing ability, twas great to hear so much deep UK SubBass on the voids, everyone really enjoyed it 'jerkhands'. infinite big ups awarded to u!
