video: Woodsman "Insects"

"Smells Like Purple"

Exploding out of a magenta sunset setting over the New York skyline, Woodsman's first adventure in NYC was a psych-monster that set the tone for a sweaty evening. An onslaught of drums propelled the night into a red flurry of shadows and body heat, while mischeiveous cats meandering in the distance, trying to break on through "to the other side." Pretty cliche, but when its 120 degrees in a basement and there are a couple hundred peeps mulling about, transcendence is motivation to move beyond the presence and into the ether. Ian Perlman's video of Woodsman playing "Insects" should help you remember what it was like.