B. Y. M. Records Limitada

Víctor Hendrich 353, Santiago, Providencia
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+56 2 2635 4207

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blowyourmind records (15.03.2017 05:18)
When I hit a new vein of music, it’s like fire finding air to consume. Labels like BYM are the ones I root for and play on my radio show in an attempt to inspire listeners. I am quite convinced that if they were to die off completely, due to the myriad dangers that bedevil almost any small label, we would lose an ecosystem that is as important to music as the music itself. It is such an old story at this point — a label that is trying to do great stuff has to continually carry the weight of risk, while so much mediocre material enjoys such relative ease as it dulls down millions of people.

I left BYM in a state of giddy euphoria. I am always like this when I hit a new vein of music. It’s like fire finding air to consume. I got back to my room and started listening to the digital versions of the albums he gave me, spending the next few hours immersing myself.

Soon enough, it was time to board the first of two flights back to Los Angeles. The time passed easily as my mind ran in place, watching blockbuster in-flight movies.

I arrived in Houston at dawn. The United States woke me right up. After three weeks of hola and buenos dias, it took me a few minutes to reset. The woman who almost threw my food at me at the restaurant counter reminded me where I was. We are a rough bunch.

Hours later, I was walking out of LAX toward the taxi stand. A little less than an hour later, I was at the office. My curiosity overcame my exhaustion and I started listening to more of the music that Juan Pablo gave me.

Wow! Records by Föllakzoid, The Ganjas, La Hell Gang and Chicos de Nazca made for a great afternoon of listening, even if I was a bit out of it from the travel. The potential downside is that soon I will want to hear more, and Internet searches have proven that more records by these bands will be difficult to procure.

I might have to find an excuse to get back to Santiago. It wouldn’t take much, really. I liked the place as soon as I arrived. It was great to see BYM and other small labels in Chile hard at work getting these records out.

As soon as I started traveling as a young adult, the best common denominator I found was that there is great music everywhere. I have also found a common thread of passion, intensity and determination in the musicians, labels and fans. This is a universal language I can live with. All I try to do by learning about and listening to bands from all over the world is become more fluent.

I’m glad that no matter what has become of humankind over the last few centuries — the advanced technology in weapon-delivery systems, the increased displacement of people from their native lands and other examples of humanity’s sadistic ejaculations — that no matter how hard we try to snuff ourselves out, the music will not be stopped.