n.
1811, from Greek apothesis “a laying up in store; a putting aside,” noun of action from apotithenai “to lay aside,” from apo- “off, away” (see apo- ) + tithenai (see theme ).
It’s after getting hit by a MTA bus and snapping your leg in plethora of spots, being rushed to the nearest hospital and everyone calling you a millionaire, then the doctor snaps that leg back into place with crunches only snares can truly resemble, so your pal samples it on his phone recorder during the procedure, and a bit of “Apothesis” begins to unravel.
Halloween that year in Montreal when the stutter hi-hat sample you dropped was fucking fire, but minimal and paired with nothing else, yet the club got down so hard, there have been rumors nine-months later that four or five births were due to (and named after) your insatiable rythm, filling up the bathroom line like it was a donation center for smashing: “Apothesis.”
When y’all sampled that ferocious bass and mixed it with warps of sound, blaring it on backpack speakers while entering the Broad Street Wells Fargo downtown, gun shots and yelling barely heard above it, using the heart pounding rythm as instructions and pointing guns for direction, which Spike Lee eventually adapted into The Inside Man but “Apothesis” (as the literal definition holds) was still in the making, so legally they couldn’t put it on the soundtrack.
Kanyon x FUGITIVE are back from sizing up, and this time are bringing that NYC club fusion with bare minimum to maximum standards, layering thick primer upon paint, a second coating, sealed in lacquer so smooth that beat’ll make you slip. Fuck with it if you haven’t already, because shit is in the works, and heads’ ears gotta get ready. Best way to prepare:
• Kanyon: https://soundcloud.com/kanyon_ny
• FUGITIVE: https://soundcloud.com/fugitive_nyc
• Swim Team: http://www.swimteam69.net
More about: Fugitive
