rode my bike up to capitol hill and caught ada and superpitcher spinning at chop suey last monday; they were both really good, as expected. ada played first, her set was mostly bangin' electrohouse mixed in with the warm synth sounds of her own tracks (which i think she played, and ocassionally sang, live). hearing "the red shoes" on a sound system loud enough to do it justice was awesome, but the highlight of her set (and the night) was when she closed on her cover of maps. i love that song soooo much. it was one of the most euphoric music experiences i've ever had: warm, enveloping, drony synth goodness, so loud you can fucking feel it, the level of ott nostalgia evoking melodies so palpable you want to wrap your self up in them and ignore the rest of the world, solipsism be damned. mmmmm... i want to hear it again right now...

superpitcher was good too, but i was more into the stuff ada was playing i think. his set sounded a lot like his mix cd, which is good, but not exactly the kind of stuff that'll pry me off my ass and get it dancing on a monday night (i am lame, i know). with dude playing the same venue, comparisons to michael mayer's set there last year are almost inevitable, so i'll just go ahead and make them:

mayer was straight-up one of the best shows i've ever seen. superpitcher... was good not great (although "following up" mayer would make almost anyone playing similar music look not so hot). admittedly, this might be because the turnout for superpitcher/ada was about a fifth of what mayer drew, and one of the reasons i enjoyed his show so much was the relatively crowded dancefloor and the fact that i finally saw people actually, you know, dancing to this kind of music, rather than talking about it on the internet. also—and this may be because i wasn't nearly as inebriated as during mayer's set—i didn't get the same feeling of personal connection from him as with mayer. as anyone whose seen/heard him dj can attest, a mayer set feels like a big friendly hug; superpitcher's felt like... a tastefully affected blown kiss, or something similarly suitably gothy. this is all based on this fist two-thirds of his set though, as i foolishly let someone talk sense to me and decided to take off at 1:30, and missed his last song of the night, which was apparently johnny cash's cover of black hole sun. maybe mr. mayer had told him how well playing a nirvana song had gone over last year...