Calling all Schitzheadz! Your presence is desired this coming Thursday. BC’s finalist’s go head to head at Fortune Sound Club.

BATTLING DJS…
DJ EVO
DJ DARYLO
DJ FRIKTION
DJ HUBBZ
DJ P-LUV
DJ PRAIZ (WINNER OF THE BURBS)
DJ INVIZIBLE (WINNER OF THE INTERIOR)
DJ SPEEDYSHOES (WINNER OF VANCOUVER ISLAND)

WITH SPECIAL GUEST PRISON GARDE & HEDSPIN

*****Limited early bird tickets are only $8 and on sale now*****

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Exclusivity tends to mean something is good and will sell out quick fast. Given that snowboarding contests tend to be outdoors, more often than not, it could be said, and it’s being said that this is a mucho el exclusivo event at The Cellar. I feel like eating taco’s. All serious-less aside this is Vancouver’s only indoor event so it is actually on the exclusive side. Snowboarding.. Inside!

Full details via the FaceBook event page.

April 30th
Doors open at 9:30pm
Contest starts at 1030pm sharp
Awards at 11:45
After Party Starts at 12 midnight
Cover Charge is $5.00
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Justice is due to descend from the clouds bringing with them all that is electro in just three days time. All of their signature teeth grinding grittiness will fill Vancouver’s air space, tremble street lights, and ring in ears for days after.

Date: Thursday April 26th 2012
Time: 7pm-11pm
Place: PNE FORUM, 2901 Hastings St E Vancouver, BC V5K 5J1
ALL AGES Concert w/ 19+ Beer Garden

RSVP HERE
Tickets Available through Ticketmaster or call 604.280.4444

Also kids! Brodinski is headlining the official Justice after party at Fortune Soundclub. For full deets on the after business peep this FaceBook event page.

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The Chronic Weekends
Fridaze † Saturdaze

Brought to you by the Lords of Gastown & Schitz Popinov

The Chronic Cantina Gastown
@ 102 Water Street ( Corner of Water & Abbott )
Vancouver BC (Gastown)

The Chronic Cantina Gastown is a brand NEW 220 capacity SoCal Bar & Lounge in
the heart of Gastown

Dress Code: no shirt no shoes no service
Type: Vancouver Weekly (Fridaze & Saturdaze)

DJs => 9:30 PM – 2:00 AM

LAst CaLl 1am √

Music: hip hop, party rock, house, electro, latin, funk, regga, moombahton, and hightimes grooves

Ever want a taste of SoCal but you are stuck in Raincouver? Ever wanta party like its spring break ever weekend? We will be bring it to you So-Cal Styles every weekend at The Chronic Cantina Weekends!! Taco Eating Comps, Big Prizes, Bucket Beers, Loose Vibes, and Chronic Party Haze!!!

Monthly theme parties and guest performers.

Featured Party with Jason ‘Wee Man’ Acuña
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0010338/

The Schitz Popinov DJs Fam + Fried Friends bring the heat on the decks with classic party rock hits, hip hop, smokers jamz, latin, bali funk, regga, and moombahton all night long!

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Party Photos & Themed Photo Booth by MAD SCIENCE
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The Best Late Night Food Grindage in Gastown
+ 2012 Dooms Day Drink Specials

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$4.45 Coronas!! √√√

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$6.99 Monster Bombz!! √√√

Sponsored † By:

MONSTER ENERGY, SCHOOL OF REMIX, SCHOOL OF MIX, RIDE, SPY, MAD SCIENCE, SEMINAL, VANCITY ICE, RANE, JAMESON, TGK FILMS

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As expected, Hedspin outperformed Spain, India and Argentina and will be moving on to the world finals this Saturday at the Commodore Ballroom. Go Canada Go.

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Yo Vancouver!! Be at Venue tonight to cheer on our Canadian competitor Hedspin. Let’s get Canada into the finals yeah? After the competition you’ll be smart to stick around for Peanut Butter Wolf, Skratch Bastid and The Freshest boys…

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School of Remix & School of Mix

in association with

Schitz Popinov, Lords of Gastown, & Studio 1666

Presents:

☃☃☃☃☃☃ The Mistletoe Affair part 2 ☃☃☃☃☃☃

Art Show 7pm – 10pm

Dance Party 10pm till Late

Special Guests:

EDWIN VAN CLEEF ( Leeds, UK )
MTRDVSN ( LA )
SLEEPER ( BedBull / LA)
DJ ARISTOCAT ( 3 Stripes / LA )
PAT LOK Vs Cyclist ( Home Breakin’ / PunchOut )

Bad Santa & Naughty Elves Photo Booth by Quanna Parker & Betty Pie

Schitz Popinov & Lords of Gastown Pop-Up Shop
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Creative Cocktail list by School of Mix & Juicey Juice

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tweet => #themistletoeaffair

☃ Edwin van Cleef has become a tastemaker of choice; snapping at the heels of The Magician and Aeroplane, thanks to the online success of his monthly mix charts. His remix work includes Chilly Gonzales, Grum, Mighty Mouse, The Futureheads, and Kitsuné’s very own Housse De Racket.
The title track of the Never Be Alone At Night EP features vocals from Chicago band Gemini Club. Remixes include the legendary Mighty Mouse, Pharao Black Magic and RAC’s Blue Satellite. Much loved on the blogs, it’s also scoring high marks with DJs: Stuart Price, Scissor Sisters, and The Aston Shuffle (Australia’s Triple J Radio).
“An electro-pop killer which fans of indie-disco a la Kitsuné will die for.” Juno
Also on the EP, DJ weapon Triton, has featured in the mix charts of Aeroplane, VillA, Mustang, U-Tern (Oliver) and Monarchy, picked up huge support from Alex Metric and Starsmith… and now getting airplay on BBC Radio 1 (UK) and Ego FM (Germany).

Edwin van Cleef – November Mix by Edwin van Cleef

☃ SLEEPER – The love child of a com­poser and radio head, Sleeper was raised by instru­ments and gyp­sies. Grow­ing up in Wash­ing­ton DC, he lis­tened to mom on the radio by day and fell asleep to dad giv­ing vio­lin lessons by night.
Com­ing from a long gen­er­a­tion of musi­cians, there isn’t a music mak­ing device he hasn’t played or bro­ken. When a turntable found him fresh­man year at Indi­ana Uni­ver­sity, Sleeper was born.
He imme­di­ately dived into radio and the DJ bat­tle cir­cuit. Sleeper started two shows on local and col­lege air­waves then bat­tled his way up to one of the Top 8 DJs on the planet in the 2006 World Series Turntable Championship.
Now based in Los Ange­les, his music has been fea­tured on ESPN, MTV, URB, The Miami Her­ald, and Scratch mag­a­zine. Stretch­ing across gen­res, gen­er­a­tions and styles, his abil­ity to remix live while incor­po­rat­ing turntab­lism into his blends cre­ates a sound that is dis­tinctly his own. Sleeper’s Michael Jack­son remix stayed at #1 on both Hype Machine charts for more than a month and made it to Zeitgest’s Best Songs of 2009.

Pat Lok – No Shame (Goldroom remix) by Pat Lok

Schitz Popinov Presents // Sunday Séance 2.0 by MTRDVSN by Schitz Popinov

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Hey SchitHeadz!!

We SchitHeadz wanted to get y’all as hyped as we are about our Halloween Party with HomeBreakin’ Records at Chapel Arts.
So’s we got to thinkin’
How we goin’ to do that?
Let’s GIVE AWAY A BUNCH OF SWEET SCHITZ!!!!

THE PRIZES

∇ 1 MICHAEL MYERS Signed Movie Still from Halloween Resurrection ($65)
∇ 1 Lords of Gastown T-Shirt ($30)
∇ 1 Pair of Crap Eyewear ($54)

Now for the Goooooooy Bits!

So my Poppa Popinov is the duder that plays MICHAEL MYERS in HALLOWEEN 8 RESURRECTION!!
In the movie my dad, Big Bad Brad kills Tyra Banks!!!

But her ‘HOLLY SCHITZ I”M ABOUT TO SCHITZ MY PANTS CUZ MICHAEL MYERS IS BOUT TO END MY SCHITZ!!’ face was alittle meh….
But we SchitHeadz think you can do way better!!!!!
Show us your best ‘HOLY SCHITZ’ face!!
Like if Big Bad Brad was about to pop you in the head with a knife!!
We want to see that face!!
Top 3 SchitHeadz WIN!!

Contest Rules:

1. Take a picture of yourself making the best SCARED SCHITZLESS FACE
2. Post it to ‘The Dark Side of the Morgue’ wall HERE
3. Get the most ‘LIKES’
4. ‘LIKE’ Schitz Popinov HERE

The top 3 most liked pictures by Midnight Friday Oct 28th will win the Schitz Popinov GoodieSwag Bags!!

^^^^ Come on!! You can do better then that!! ^^^^

If you can, you get all this!!!

DADDY NOOOOOOO!!
I’ll GET YOU FOR THAT BUSTA!!!

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So I looked at the Bike and it seemed to be looking back at me, inviting me to step on, to ride the smooth grooves of the pavement till I reached a destination that was fitting to the mood that I was in. I watched the clouds roll over this God forsaken rainy city, and that was the final straw. I threw my leg over the huge seat, I started the engine, and bang, we were one, my Harley and I, once again. For some reason when I ride my bike my brain automatically goes into recall mode. It’s not the recollection of the things that I should be doing in order to keep myself from swerving off the road and ending up six feet under, but it is the recollection of songs that I have heard throughout my life, the most prominent of them being, “Woop There It Is.” I just thank God that the brain, while in thought mode, is also in auto-silent mode. Shit. How Bizarre.

As I drop into Osooyoos it feels like a fleet of garden gnomes are taking aim on me with hair dryers… Making my eyes dry up like rotting olives…. At least I think it was the little gnomes, though it could have been that left handed cigarette I powered down at the last rest-stop we stopped at so the girls could powder their noses.

(The one called Betsy)

By the time we reached Osooyoos, things had cleared up considerably, weather wise, and I was fully content with my decision to make the journey to Salmo now. The girls were doing their makeup, or something. I never hear past “we need to use that washroom” because I don’t really give a shit about what they need to do in there. The first part of that statement is all one needs to hear, though the female sex loves to proclaim. They proclaim their love, they proclaim theirs fears, they proclaim their objectives about sex and relationships, and most importantly, they proclaim their need to pee. Whatever. I’m getting bored with thinking about the proclamations, and for waiting for the girls so’s I take off, making a snap-and-point hand signal; a clear gesture signaling that I was outta there, and I thought, “who I am making the hand signal for?” It was a well composed hand signal clearly stating that I was leaving cause I don’t give a ..,but no one was there to see. I thought, “what a damn fucking shame man.” Those moments in time where you just wish someone was there filming your moves. Mehh, Oh well. On the road again.

The first biker I see coming my way I pop the finger gun at and totally redeem myself for that lil misfire with the hand signal to the girls. I decided right then and there that no longer am I a finger-gun man, and that I’m now a power fist man. At least I think that’s what you call the fist with the fingers facing forward.

There is nothing more sensational than riding through British Columbia, Canada in the summertime…except for riding though British Columbia, Canada in the summertime on a Harley Davidson. Motoring though valleys and along highways at a speed that would make my mother and sister choke on their peas, is beyond exhilaration, it is euphoria. I don’t let the song in my head fuck with my mood. I embrace the “woops,” and carry on. The lakes are turquoise, cozied in between mountains that I have referred to with my metal friends before as “power mountains” because when you are with metal dudes everything is power something. The meadows are speckled with those flowers that people call wild, but I don’t get that because what is wild anymore these days? If it lives and grows on a meadow that is owned by somebody, how do you classify that as wild? Whatever. I feel happy, but gay looking at flowers. I speed my bike up and think about the last girl I slept with, and the smell of her hair. I wonder if she made it back to Iceland. How that new job is treating her. I wonder if she still hates me for passing out mid session. Weird ho smells can have that effect on you, how they can bring you back to a specific time and place.
I love the looks I get from people driving beside me. When you are on a bike traveling you get reactions like no others. For one thing, bikers have camaraderie. When we pass one another we make sure to signal to each other. It’s usually a thumbs up, or just a wave, and it means something like: we know “whats up.” Like we get each other. It’s a show of respect, and courtesy amongst bikers. Kinda fucking stupid actually, but at the same time it’s one a those things that lifts the spirits each time it happens. You don’t get that on a car road trip. The next song on a really good play list is the only thing that can come close to giving you that sort of a lift while on a road trip in a car. I prefer to cut into the air ahead of me with my bike and to feel it on my skin.
Speaking of skin FUCK!!! I forgot to put on sunscreen!!! Fuck I need a girlfriend!! I feel like one of the ‘non day walkers’ in that stupid blade movie when they get pushed into the sunlight. Fuck Vampire movies suckballz now a days.
A hot girl in shotgun rides beside me just long enough so I can get a look at her tanned skin and long legs as she hangs her foot out the window, the way people always seem to do when they are on a long journey in a car. She smiles just a little bit at me.
I twist my wrist, and as I pull away I see duder driving catch her smiling, and in my mirror he looks like he just sucked a lemon through a tail pipe. I want to pull up beside him and tell him everything is going to be ok. I want to tell him not to worry, that he should know that she knows that bikers are not the ‘keeper’ types. That bikers are not the ‘take home to Ma and Pa type.’ That bikers are not ‘respectable mates’ and that Audi drivers are. I want to tell him that tattoos, long hair, grease, and beards will never take her to a black tie charity event. That a biker will never raise her twitter clout. I want to tell him leather does not compliment Louis.. I want to tell him you are safe my sweater vested duder. I want to tell him stress kills and jealousy is a cancer. I want to tell him…I’m a DJ! Shit!! I need gas….
I pull into the first gas station I drive by in Bridesville. I fill up and buy 2 liters of gatorade, aloe gel, and a PFD for the river. I head back out to the bike just as an old beat up pickup pulls up to the pump across from mine. The old hippie chick locks on to me, hops outta the truck and marches straight over to me on the bike. “Scoocome sled man!” as she wraps her arms around me. “God Bless U!” I pull out of the station and fly down the highway to the edge of Bridesville and I think to myself what a wonderful town. Should I get married?
It’s been six long, but stimulating hours of riding. My face is dirty, my mouth is dry, my leather vest has a few more wind wrinkles pressed into it. It’s time to get some food somewhere. I pull up to a pub. The place had some seriously killer hanging baskets outside. Shit. Here I am again admiring flowers? Seriously Tyler? Get a fucking hold of yourself.
I ordered fajitas, and the waitress, who wasn’t anything special to look at set my plate down with some gusto. “Anything else you need?” “Nah. I’m good.” I didn’t feel that I was fully sure about that answer, but the way she asked me had me feeling like I needed to tell her that I was good. The fucking pressure; shit. I sat outside and listened in on the old perverts hitting on the so, so looking waitress, and wondered what I would do with my time if I were to live here. Would I be able to make myself happy, or would someone eventually find me tied to a noose in my garage? The one thing about living in a small town like this is that you can afford a lot more toys; but fuck that. I have all the toys I need, and a Harley, so screw this town, I’m so fuckin outta here. I’ll never gorget the old Indian perv’s pick-up line on the waitress, as he sucked down his whiskey and beer… “Eyyeeez can tell by the shapppe uhz your asssss……. UUuuz got a miiiiiiighty fine puuuussssyyzzz!” (Old IndianMan Voice…. First Nations Whatever)
I rode for a few more hours and finally arrived at the most inconspicuous sign for a fifteen thousand-person party that I could ever imagine. I missed it the first time! What the hell? When you have this many folk in the forest partying their lives into the ground, you should have a sign that at least hints at the type of fucked up shit you are about to embark on. I take the turn and the road turns to dust. I thank baby Jesus and his fat little fingers that I turned back for my full-face lid. As soon as I hit Salmo the sun dies for the day and the temperature drops to freezing. The feeling of the cold air on my fresh burn sends a dubious sensation through me. The fucking mosquitoes are almost an inch thick. Not only are they thieving my blood from me, on top of that I am riding blind now. As I send them to a quick death, I hope they slow roast in hell, each one of them.
When I roll up on the first sights of liveliness the dust clears, and I get a bit of a better idea about what I am in for. I’ve lost the girls maybe 1/2 hour behind me, but I will just meet up with them in the line.
I cant find my bloody camp site. My friends left a text saying that it was “to the left of the ferris wheel.” What the fuck kind of directions are those when there is close to fifteen thousand people camping on this enormous fucking property? I cant get a hold of them, there is no service so’s I keep stumbling around looking like a lost chump. “Thanks tool bags,” for the priceless directions.
Ever Slept on a Harley in the pale moon light???

Photo Credits – Quana Parker

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Bit Funk – Rap Music by Bit Funk

As mentioned in THIS Bit Funk post, Sunday September 4th catch him with the rest of us Schit Headz at Joe’s Apartment!! Monday’s a holiday yo!!

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