Ye ole Cuban

Keep them beats in line friend. Good luck man

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I might end up going to this afterall, I haven't heard Lance play before. Only through my headphones and I can say he puts many to shame,

If i go would you please play your remix of "Milky Way", I think its the best track i've heard this year thus far, next to the Fairmont releases.

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Originally posted by diggerz I might end up going to this afterall, I haven't heard Lance play before. Only through my headphones and I can say he puts many to shame, If i go would you please play your remix of "Milky Way", I think its the best track i've heard this year thus far, next to the Fairmont releases.

DONE!

(as stated earlier in the thread)

See you all soon

Lance

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Just woke up a bit ago, finally.

You should've dumped Suede and moved the party here, Dave. In fact, if you didn't show up to this, just drop and start pushing. Longer review to follow, once I type it up, but suffice it to say that it is well worth catching this mix On Demand on Proton Radio as soon as it materializes.

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damn i missed this. went to sleep after work on saturday due to being tired from infusion on wednesday and from max graham on friday. phuk i missed it but my best friend went and she said lance rocked this house

-ryan

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thanks to all who made it to the club. The turn out was great and the crowd was extremly enthusiastic.

I am sorry that I was not there for the shot meeting at 11:45... but, I arrived late to the club. Got a fooking speeding ticket on the drive down

The support means a lot.

thanks

Lance

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Lance couldnt make it, im sorry partner.

However,

Im glad you did not play PARTY ALL THE TIME...

LOL

POST SOME PICS...

And now. . .the review.

I wasn’t initially supposed to be in Austin (or even in Texas, for that matter) for this Tejas-born and bred installment of Proton Sessions – The Sound, but circumstances bearing to the call of duty halted my weekend adventure to KC dead in its tracks, so I decided to treat myself and support one of my longtime favorite Texas DJs. It gets pretty hard to not develop complimentary attachments to local talent when you’ve streamed them over a DSL NiprNet connection in Fallujah, and in 2004, Lance Cashion’s The Sound was a staple of sanity for me. I owed, I had to be there. Had to skip Dave's b-day bash to do it, but a debt is a debt.

Barcelona is a new club for me, and aside from a glance at Google Maps I didn’t really have the time or patience to print a map or even write down the address. Logic in Austin is that if its address has “6th St.” in it, it should be easy to find. Barcelona defied that logic for almost an hour and a half, its freshness in the region plainly evident by the lack of listing in the phone book’s business pages or on 411 Information. If any Austin club should ever be nominated for being “Most Underground”, my vote would have to go to Barcelona; God couldn’t find that place unless He knew precisely where to look, or at least had the right side of 6th St. and the building number. I ended up walking right past it twice before I found it.

Toddy B was the opener, and from what I was hearing as I walked in, things weren’t going so hot. It’s not that what he was playing was bad, just that no one except folks who were obviously regulars to his style was feeling it. He had apparently begun with an electro-tech set that just wasn’t getting people out of their seats or away from the bar, and I began to wonder if he was just holding back as a means of hyping up Lance. That changed about ten minutes later, when Toddy started pulling out vinyl to back up the CDJs and his entire set changed into a progressive tech/house-filled bonanza. Almost like magic, the floor was filled with people who were seriously digging his sound, and in spite of his assurance to me later in the evening that he spent most of the first half of his set fighting with the sound system and sounding like shit, I still think he was just holding back until the pre-Lance crowd rode in.

Toddy kept things bouncing until 2330, when Lance was due in for a promised round of 2345 shots at bar #1 before his midnight start time, but Lance didn’t appear at 2330, or 2345, or even at 2400. Undeterred, Toddy continued spinning on the fly, switching between vinyl and CDJs without flaw and dropping some pretty nasty remixes on the crowd in the process, made one or two complimentary apologies for Lance’s tardiness (he told the club to kick Lance's ass when he finally rolled in), and when Lance finally arrived at 0010, he was immediately forgiven. Toddy didn’t officially turn over the tables until 0030 or so.

Proton Sessions - The Sound 04/22/2006 came into being before an already-hyped up audience that had, in the intervening hour and a half, swelled to fill Barcelona to its 100-person or so capacity. More would flood in as the night progressed. Lance is notorious for being one of those DJs whose sets are very hard to pigeonhole into genres. He did what sounded like some prog trance, some prog house, some tech house, some almost ambient trance, and wrapped it all together into almost two hours of artistry. The first half was far more chill than how Toddy had left it, and no one seemed to mind, but at about the 38-minute mark Lance started dropping some seriously unique tracks, with a good dose of European blend that the whole club devoured with relish. The groove was so fierce that Lance made it look easy, and no one seemed to notice one fight almost break out just to the left of the DJ booth when some guy grabbed another guy's girlfriend's butt, not to mention the impromptu stripshow happening over by bar #2, hosted by a bunch of guys in bathrobes and sandals. It didn’t matter; Lance made them all eat out of his hand. I need to carry around a dwarf who’s a savant for track IDs, just because I would love to know the names of some of the Proton exclusive mixes he was unloading on Barcelona. I suspect a tracklisting will appear at some point, and I will rejoice when I can add it to the CD he gave me after his set was done. I'm so honored I lack the words.

After a relentless second half of beats that were sicker than leprosy, the lights came on, and Lance dropped the most requested track of the night: The Church - “Under the Milky Way (Lance Cashion Remix)” as his encore. 200 people in a basement were all on their feet, and you would have had to have been a corpse to not have felt it.

Barcelona had to close up shop by that point, though I sensed the crowd wasn’t ready to let things go just then, but that’s the way it goes. All things must come to an end, even a session of The Sound, and this was no exception, but darn if I didn’t have enough of a buzz to make the drive back up to Fort Hood and stay up into the wee hours of dawn. I was stone sober for this one, too, so take that to the bank.

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Originally posted by Zeonfiend And now. . .the review. I wasn’t initially supposed to be in Austin (or even in Texas, for that matter) for this Tejas-born and bred installment of Proton Sessions – The Sound, but circumstances bearing to the call of duty halted my weekend adventure to KC dead in its tracks, so I decided to treat myself and support one of my longtime favorite Texas DJs. It gets pretty hard to not develop complimentary attachments to local talent when you’ve streamed them over a DSL NiprNet connection in Fallujah, and in 2004, Lance Cashion’s The Sound was a staple of sanity for me. I owed, I had to be there. Had to skip Dave's b-day bash to do it, but a debt is a debt. Barcelona is a new club for me, and aside from a glance at Google Maps I didn’t really have the time or patience to print a map or even write down the address. Logic in Austin is that if its address has “6th St.” in it, it should be easy to find. Barcelona defied that logic for almost an hour and a half, its freshness in the region plainly evident by the lack of listing in the phone book’s business pages or on 411 Information. If any Austin club should ever be nominated for being “Most Underground”, my vote would have to go to Barcelona; God couldn’t find that place unless He knew precisely where to look, or at least had the right side of 6th St. and the building number. I ended up walking right past it twice before I found it. Toddy B was the opener, and from what I was hearing as I walked in, things weren’t going so hot. It’s not that what he was playing was bad, just that no one except folks who were obviously regulars to his style was feeling it. He had apparently begun with an electro-tech set that just wasn’t getting people out of their seats or away from the bar, and I began to wonder if he was just holding back as a means of hyping up Lance. That changed about ten minutes later, when Toddy started pulling out vinyl to back up the CDJs and his entire set changed into a progressive tech/house-filled bonanza. Almost like magic, the floor was filled with people who were seriously digging his sound, and in spite of his assurance to me later in the evening that he spent most of the first half of his set fighting with the sound system and sounding like shit, I still think he was just holding back until the pre-Lance crowd rode in. Toddy kept things bouncing until 2330, when Lance was due in for a promised round of 2345 shots at bar #1 before his midnight start time, but Lance didn’t appear at 2330, or 2345, or even at 2400. Undeterred, Toddy continued spinning on the fly, switching between vinyl and CDJs without flaw and dropping some pretty nasty remixes on the crowd in the process, made one or two complimentary apologies for Lance’s tardiness (he told the club to kick Lance's ass when he finally rolled in), and when Lance finally arrived at 0010, he was immediately forgiven. Toddy didn’t officially turn over the tables until 0030 or so. Proton Sessions - The Sound 04/22/2006 came into being before an already-hyped up audience that had, in the intervening hour and a half, swelled to fill Barcelona to its 100-person or so capacity. More would flood in as the night progressed. Lance is notorious for being one of those DJs whose sets are very hard to pigeonhole into genres. He did what sounded like some prog trance, some prog house, some tech house, some almost ambient trance, and wrapped it all together into almost two hours of artistry. The first half was far more chill than how Toddy had left it, and no one seemed to mind, but at about the 38-minute mark Lance started dropping some seriously unique tracks, with a good dose of European blend that the whole club devoured with relish. The groove was so fierce that Lance made it look easy, and no one seemed to notice one fight almost break out just to the left of the DJ booth when some guy grabbed another guy's girlfriend's butt, not to mention the impromptu stripshow happening over by bar #2, hosted by a bunch of guys in bathrobes and sandals. It didn’t matter; Lance made them all eat out of his hand. I need to carry around a dwarf who’s a savant for track IDs, just because I would love to know the names of some of the Proton exclusive mixes he was unloading on Barcelona. I suspect a tracklisting will appear at some point, and I will rejoice when I can add it to the CD he gave me after his set was done. I'm so honored I lack the words. After a relentless second half of beats that were sicker than leprosy, the lights came on, and Lance dropped the most requested track of the night: The Church - “Under the Milky Way (Lance Cashion Remix)” as his encore. 200 people in a basement were all on their feet, and you would have had to have been a corpse to not have felt it. Barcelona had to close up shop by that point, though I sensed the crowd wasn’t ready to let things go just then, but that’s the way it goes. All things must come to an end, even a session of The Sound, and this was no exception, but darn if I didn’t have enough of a buzz to make the drive back up to Fort Hood and stay up into the wee hours of dawn. I was stone sober for this one, too, so take that to the bank.

Man im still worn out from Fri night. Graham wasnt that good IMO. regular electro.

Hey but listening to this makes me never want to miss a gig from these guys,

yes that remix is very well made.

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Originally posted by Zeonfiend And now. . .the review. I wasn’t initially supposed to be in Austin (or even in Texas, for that matter) for this Tejas-born and bred installment of Proton Sessions – The Sound, but circumstances bearing to the call of duty halted my weekend adventure to KC dead in its tracks, so I decided to treat myself and support one of my longtime favorite Texas DJs. It gets pretty hard to not develop complimentary attachments to local talent when you’ve streamed them over a DSL NiprNet connection in Fallujah, and in 2004, Lance Cashion’s The Sound was a staple of sanity for me. I owed, I had to be there. Had to skip Dave's b-day bash to do it, but a debt is a debt. Barcelona is a new club for me, and aside from a glance at Google Maps I didn’t really have the time or patience to print a map or even write down the address. Logic in Austin is that if its address has “6th St.” in it, it should be easy to find. Barcelona defied that logic for almost an hour and a half, its freshness in the region plainly evident by the lack of listing in the phone book’s business pages or on 411 Information. If any Austin club should ever be nominated for being “Most Underground”, my vote would have to go to Barcelona; God couldn’t find that place unless He knew precisely where to look, or at least had the right side of 6th St. and the building number. I ended up walking right past it twice before I found it. Toddy B was the opener, and from what I was hearing as I walked in, things weren’t going so hot. It’s not that what he was playing was bad, just that no one except folks who were obviously regulars to his style was feeling it. He had apparently begun with an electro-tech set that just wasn’t getting people out of their seats or away from the bar, and I began to wonder if he was just holding back as a means of hyping up Lance. That changed about ten minutes later, when Toddy started pulling out vinyl to back up the CDJs and his entire set changed into a progressive tech/house-filled bonanza. Almost like magic, the floor was filled with people who were seriously digging his sound, and in spite of his assurance to me later in the evening that he spent most of the first half of his set fighting with the sound system and sounding like shit, I still think he was just holding back until the pre-Lance crowd rode in. Toddy kept things bouncing until 2330, when Lance was due in for a promised round of 2345 shots at bar #1 before his midnight start time, but Lance didn’t appear at 2330, or 2345, or even at 2400. Undeterred, Toddy continued spinning on the fly, switching between vinyl and CDJs without flaw and dropping some pretty nasty remixes on the crowd in the process, made one or two complimentary apologies for Lance’s tardiness (he told the club to kick Lance's ass when he finally rolled in), and when Lance finally arrived at 0010, he was immediately forgiven. Toddy didn’t officially turn over the tables until 0030 or so. Proton Sessions - The Sound 04/22/2006 came into being before an already-hyped up audience that had, in the intervening hour and a half, swelled to fill Barcelona to its 100-person or so capacity. More would flood in as the night progressed. Lance is notorious for being one of those DJs whose sets are very hard to pigeonhole into genres. He did what sounded like some prog trance, some prog house, some tech house, some almost ambient trance, and wrapped it all together into almost two hours of artistry. The first half was far more chill than how Toddy had left it, and no one seemed to mind, but at about the 38-minute mark Lance started dropping some seriously unique tracks, with a good dose of European blend that the whole club devoured with relish. The groove was so fierce that Lance made it look easy, and no one seemed to notice one fight almost break out just to the left of the DJ booth when some guy grabbed another guy's girlfriend's butt, not to mention the impromptu stripshow happening over by bar #2, hosted by a bunch of guys in bathrobes and sandals. It didn’t matter; Lance made them all eat out of his hand. I need to carry around a dwarf who’s a savant for track IDs, just because I would love to know the names of some of the Proton exclusive mixes he was unloading on Barcelona. I suspect a tracklisting will appear at some point, and I will rejoice when I can add it to the CD he gave me after his set was done. I'm so honored I lack the words. After a relentless second half of beats that were sicker than leprosy, the lights came on, and Lance dropped the most requested track of the night: The Church - “Under the Milky Way (Lance Cashion Remix)” as his encore. 200 people in a basement were all on their feet, and you would have had to have been a corpse to not have felt it. Barcelona had to close up shop by that point, though I sensed the crowd wasn’t ready to let things go just then, but that’s the way it goes. All things must come to an end, even a session of The Sound, and this was no exception, but darn if I didn’t have enough of a buzz to make the drive back up to Fort Hood and stay up into the wee hours of dawn. I was stone sober for this one, too, so take that to the bank.

Dude, thanks man. It was a pleasure meeting you. I appreciate the kind words regarding my play. More importantly, thanks for taking care of business in our armed forces. My wife and I appreciate you people greatly. I'm glad that some of my sets brought you some kind of comfort or escape from the insanity going on in Iraq. I've had a few friends go over. It ain't pretty... think of your worst nightmare and multiply it 1000 times (except it is a reality). I like to hear about who and where some of my sets have been heard. I have a friend who is a former Navy SEAL who I loaded up with about 7 sets about two weeks after 9-11 when he was about to leave for Afganistan. I have another friend who is an F16 pilot and has listened to my Proton sets on long air missions... It is simply amazing and humbling and the same time.

I asked my friend who was a SEAL a question before he left. I asked him why he chose that job... He told me, "Lance, so you can continue to do what you love." He said, "I love my job!"

As for the next Sessions... its on May 27th. My friend Marcos Barerra from Mexico is coming in to play the night as well. He is absolutely one of the sickest progressive DJs you'll hear. And he's still unknown in the States. His taste is superb and he can mix the best.

Until next time please spread the word, proton radio is good for the scene and the industry as a whole... Dave Molina's set is coming soon to 'The Sound'

thanks

Lance

PS. the Barcelona set and tracklisting will be avail this friday after it airs on www.protonradio.com Dave's set with be part 2 of 'The Sound' which begins at 2pmCST

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Originally posted by Slow Motion I have a friend who is a former Navy SEAL who I loaded up with about 7 sets about two weeks after 9-11 when he was about to leave for Afganistan.

I've got five or six that'll be coming with me for certain.

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As for the next Sessions... its on May 27th. My friend Marcos Barerra from Mexico is coming in to play the night as well. He is absolutely one of the sickest progressive DJs you'll hear. And he's still unknown in the States. His taste is superb and he can mix the best.

And wouldn't you know it, I'll be in the Mojave. Damn.

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