Bone Music – Available Now

Bone Music is out now. Rather than write pretentiously about my own album, I’m going to let my label’s press release do it for me:

Hailing from the Canadian electronic music underground after a decade of Techno and Industrial DJ and promotional work, Jairus Khan, aka Ad·ver·sary, now presents his debut album three years in the making. While providing North American tour support for such acts as Terrorfakt, Antigen Shift, Cyanotic, Adam X, Iszoloscope and others, his many remixes of such Industrial Noise icons as Converter and Iszoloscope have enjoyed heavy club and airplay around the world. Now, Ad·ver·sary is ready to conquer minds and destroy dancefloors with his debut album ‘Bone Music’ out May 13th on Tympanik Audio. Hard Industrial rhythms meet enormous organic soundscapes to create what Re:Gen Magazine calls “…a balance between the brutal and the beautiful.” Featuring remixes by Antigen Shift, Tonikom, and Synapscape. Mastered by Yann Faussurier of Iszoloscope. Get ready to rock.

…as promised, I’m also making the entire album available for download under a CC license, free of charge, with all album art and liner notes included.(If so inclined, you could even print out the art, burn the CD, and use an old jewel case to make a DIY copy of the album.)

1) Ancients (7:41)
2) Waiting For Gira (3:04)
3) Friends Of Father (6:40)
4) Bone Music (7:12)
5) International Dark Skies (7:06)
6) No Exit (5:15)
7) Number Nine (9:48)
8) Just (Spooks) (6:41)
9) Epilogue (0:59)
10) Friends Of Father (Tonikom Remix) (6:01)
11) Bone Music (Antigen Shift Remix) (4:44)
12) Number Nine (Synapscape Remix) (4:01)
13) Urusai - Learned Helplessness (Destroy And Contaminate Mix By Ad·ver·sary) (Bonus Track - 7:56)

I do have copies in Ottawa that I’m going to see about selling at End Hits (or somewhere) before the Tympanik release party in July, but I’d prefer that if you’re going to buy the album now, you buy it directly from the label online (or at the Kinetik festival in Montreal). Tympanik Audio has supported my idea to distro the album for free online as an experiment, even though they think it’s a terrible idea — and I’d like them to see that it will help early sales, rather than hurt them.

My sincere thanks to everyone for all of your support over the last three years — I hope you enjoy the music.


One of the weirdest things about this trip is the peek it gives on how I could have turned out.

I’m a bit of a celebrity here, because I’m the only one of Flint’s children who made it to his sister’s funeral (the big man himself was explicitly uninvited, and was smart enough to stay away).

Of course, no one here really knows me. They know a part of my story, or what I was like when I was eight or ten or fourteen. (One aunt refuses to refer to me by my name, she calls me “the genius” instead, like I’m from a different world.)

I’m asked a lot why I never moved back to montreal, why I’m not moving back now. There’s opportunity abound (this cousin just bought a fido store on a whim, that uncle runs a very successful new media firm, etc.) and it’s difficult to articulate my reasons in ways that make any sense to them.

The stories shared over drinks (congac that I could never afford, let alone appreciate) are equally alien: turning Bill Gates down for an opportunity to invest in Microsoft in ’73, trying to call a cab to a family-owned factory in the heart of Compton at 4AM, or paying off a hit on a brother to save their life (and then telling them years later how much they regretted it).

More to come as I get the chance to post it.


I’m in Montreal for a funeral. It was for one of my aunts, someone who helped take care of me when I was young, after my dad kidnapped me. (I didn’t post about it before, because I didn’t want to advertise that the largest gathering of clan Kaya in twenty years would be in range of one well-placed grenade.)

This is the most involved that I’ve been with my father’s side of the family since those days, and it feels like I’m through the looking glass. Limos, private restaurants, multimillion dollar homes, arguments about who stole the will from who…

It’s all very surreal. I’ll try to take some photos.

crazy? don’t mind if i do!

I don’t know why I keep agreeing to play Ad·ver·sary shows at Zaphods. They don’t do anything but stress me out. I spend a week sleeping too much and at the wrong times, biting my nails bloody, and going over and over every note or loop or sample I might possibly play until I’ve overexamined it so much that it doesn’t sound like anything at all.

It’s not fun. It’s not something I secretly enjoy as part of the suffering of art, or anything. I just hate it. I don’t get this way when I play anywhere else, either. Not Montreal, not Europe, not The Batcave, nowhere. Just Zaphods.


quelle horreur

Ah, Montreal. You are like the sexy leather-clad mistress whom I take home for a night of unspeakable indulgences, only to wake and find you setting my couch on fire to rid it of evil spirits.

I spent some time there with my family this weekend, which is always an interesting and unnerving experience. Most of the family there are the immigrants: aunts, uncles, and their children, and are your typical Arab stereotypes. Pitbulls, Versace, Ferraris. However, my little brother has also recently moved to Montreal from LA in an attempt to go straight, and is not your typical Arab stereotype:

We couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two when he got into a fight with three huge french-speaking Mexicans. Bottles broken over heads, knives pulled, teeth lost, and so on. To his credit, he didn’t start it, nor did he stab anyone this time.

Things calmed down a little after that, but really only a little. Aside from an hour spent watching a mindblowing surprise fireworks show downtown (who knew they could make explosions shaped like cubes?), the weekend was mostly dominated by chaos, confusion, and excess. One of my cousins called me this morning to let me know that my brother ended up in jail a few hours after I left. Aside from a kicked-in police car window, details are pretty sketchy, and no one knows exactly what happened, or where he went after he was released.

Family aside, I got to see Yann and Guilliame perform as Memmaker, which was excellent; we’ll be bringing them to town to play soon. I also got to spin an impromptu tag-team set with Yann at Saphir which was a lot of fun, and also resulted in a booking for a rave sometime next month. There are a lot of Montreal DJs who’re interested in playing Ottawa at some point, maybe we’ll see about having a Cultural Exchange night.

The house is coming along well, although the pace of the move is much slower than I’d like. I should be borrowing Charles’ father’s truck sometime soon to get the rest of the big pieces from the old house, and it should be all downhill after that.

It is, even in it’s unfinished and cluttered state, beautiful. I would buy it tomorrow if it were for sale. And if it were sold at about a third of it’s actual value so that I could afford it.

Instead of banknotes, today’s pictures are of the castle on Kaya street in Turkey where my father’s side of the family grew up. (It has since been taken over by the Turkish government, and turned into a museum and movie set.)

In the summer, the entire family would sleep outside on this roof.

This was my grandmother’s room and bedset. She left it when they moved, and they have maintained it for the last 40 years.

One of the guest rooms.


Vive Montréal:

Montreal councillors are proposing a “pedestrian charter” that calls on the province to ban cellphone use while driving and lower speed limits from 50 to 40 kilometres an hour.

Andre Lavallee, who sits on council’s executive committee, said Wednesday the charter is about reinventing Montreal as a world-class walking city.

“Montreal was essentially designed over the years around the needs of the car,” said Lavallee. “Now we must re-think the city around the needs of the pedestrian.”

Kill the Seals

Canada’s annual seal hunt pales in comparison to the slaughter of innocent Iraqis at the hands of the U.S., according to a Liberal senator who defended the hunt to an American family.

The McLellan family of Minnesota sent a letter to all Canadian senators, describing the seal hunt as horrible and inhumane.

Anne McLellan told CTV Newsnet in an interview Friday that her family was, in fact, so appalled by the seal hunt that they cancelled plans to vacation in Canada, despite the fact they love the country and have Canadian ancestry.

“We had thought that they had quit (hunting seals) for many years,” said McLellan. “So we thought, well then, we’re going to not give Canada our tourist dollars.”

Senator Celine Hervieux-Payette penned a terse response to the McLellans, suggesting they should be more concerned about their own government’s treatment of Iraqis.

She didn’t limit her comments to the war, however, pointing out that the true crimes being committed in the world are “the daily massacre of innocent people in Iraq, the execution of prisoners — mainly blacks — in American prisons, the massive sale of handguns to Americans, the destabilization of the entire world by the American government’s aggressive foreign policy, etc.”

Hervieux-Payette told Montreal’s La Presse that Americans should worry about their own country’s behaviour before pointing fingers at other nations.

She sent a copy of her blunt response to other senators, and told La Presse: “all senators received the letter from the McLellans and I was the only one to respond.”

Opposition Leader Bill Graham issued a statement on Friday saying those words “reflect her personal opinions and not those of the Liberal Party of Canada.”

Graham added the Liberals value the friendship and commitment to democratic principles that Canada shares with the U.S.

There is no suggestion that Hervieux-Payette’s comments might bring disciplinary action from her caucus.

McLellan, meanwhile, says her family isn’t about to get involved in the politics behind the debate.

“Our focus is on the inhumane treatment of seals. That’s what our main focus is, so we didn’t want to make it political at all,” she told Newsnet.

Sir Paul McCartney’s recent high-profile protest of the seal hunt brought international media attention to the issue. McCartney and his wife, Heather Mills McCartney, led an entourage of media and animal rights activists onto a Newfoundland ice floe earlier this month, where they posed with harp seal pups.

That led to a debate on CNN’s Larry King Live between Newfoundland Premier Danny Williams and the McCartneys. Williams later said the couple was badly misinformed about the hunt.

In her letter, Hervieux-Payette told the McLellans the centuries-old seal hunt is an important part of the economy for eastern workers and native hunters who rely on the proceeds from the harvest.

“This activity allows the livelihoods of our people in a region where they have been living for centuries,” she wrote.

The Liberal caucus has not issued an official response to the senator’s letter.

Former MP Carolyn Parrish was kicked out of caucus by former prime minister Paul Martin for her comments against U.S. President George Bush. Parrish also stomped on a doll of the U.S. president.

Hervieux-Payette was appointed to the senate in 1995 by former prime minister Jean Chretien.

In 2004 she introduced a private member’s bill to outlaw spanking of children.

Do you sleep soundly?

I’ve written a few times about my childhood, but I can never find the words to convey the feeling of fragility and conflict that was a part of every day, every activity, every material possession. I am my father’s son, and this relation alone is enough to ensure I always sit with my back to a wall. I don’t think anyone who hasn’t lived so close to violence can understand.

When I was young, I lived for a time with my father and his family in Montreal. There was an ongoing power struggle between my father, and the other organized crime figures in the area. Several of my father’s friends and family had suffered kidnappings, brutal attacks, and countless acts of property damage, in an attempt to persuade my father to back off. My father has never backed off.

I was placed in the care of my aunt and uncle, and their two daughters. I was given a nice room, a comfortable bed, and more than enough books to read. We had private security, an alarm system, and a police trained german shepard.

I had only been there a week or so when my uncle came in my room to pick a suit jacket from the closet, as he did every morning, and found the cuffs to every jacket had been cut off, neatly folded, and placed in the pocket of the jacket, which was then buttoned closed. There were probably about twenty jackets in the closet, which opened up right next to the nighttable of my bed.

I was flown to Halifax shortly after.