Tales of Debauchery, going in reverse.
All I could do yesterday was absolutely nothing. There was supposed to be a BBQ at a friend's and I think he did the wise thing and cancelled it.
The evening before, trilobyte and I went to temptess' costume/birthday party and had a blast. It was controlled surrealism at its finest, and by controlled, I mean, it was bizarre, but not in that creepy and awful way. Death and the Hooker was our theme for the night. There was a lovely chocolate fountain (yes, you heard correctly) where you could dip your strawberries, marshmallows, and even quiche if you wanted to. I believe I drank over 20(!) glasses of mojitos, but incidentally I didn't really wake up with a hangover. Met some very interesting people who I wish to hang out with again. I missed tess, as we're totally on the same page, and we've got to hang out more.
Friday, the night before, was the birthday get together for bean at Club Muse. DJ Phear and an old friend of mine happened to be spinning that evening, but it was further incentive that it was a) free, and b) bean's birthday, so how could I not go? Saw a bunch of faces I hadn't seen in awhile, met some new ones, which was great, and I'm always happy when I can get my groove on to jungle, drum and bass. And I was so happy to wear my Cheat hoodie, even though it became too warm, and I had to remove it.
Thursday was out of control, as my crazy, freak of a friend was in town from the UK, and he and another DJ who's put out a lot of sick sick records were in town on tour together. It's always a good time with my friend, and it was nice to meet yet another bloke from the UK. After the gig, the three of us hung out until the wee hours of the morning, and I went to sleep at 7am, only to awaken at 11am to go to work early on Friday.
I've got to sort out my Aeon Flux hair before Halloween. This time, I am going to take a shitload of pics!!!
Today, I feel ok, surprisingly. How are you? And I think I want to get a
All I could do yesterday was absolutely nothing. There was supposed to be a BBQ at a friend's and I think he did the wise thing and cancelled it.
The evening before, trilobyte and I went to temptess' costume/birthday party and had a blast. It was controlled surrealism at its finest, and by controlled, I mean, it was bizarre, but not in that creepy and awful way. Death and the Hooker was our theme for the night. There was a lovely chocolate fountain (yes, you heard correctly) where you could dip your strawberries, marshmallows, and even quiche if you wanted to. I believe I drank over 20(!) glasses of mojitos, but incidentally I didn't really wake up with a hangover. Met some very interesting people who I wish to hang out with again. I missed tess, as we're totally on the same page, and we've got to hang out more.
Friday, the night before, was the birthday get together for bean at Club Muse. DJ Phear and an old friend of mine happened to be spinning that evening, but it was further incentive that it was a) free, and b) bean's birthday, so how could I not go? Saw a bunch of faces I hadn't seen in awhile, met some new ones, which was great, and I'm always happy when I can get my groove on to jungle, drum and bass. And I was so happy to wear my Cheat hoodie, even though it became too warm, and I had to remove it.
Thursday was out of control, as my crazy, freak of a friend was in town from the UK, and he and another DJ who's put out a lot of sick sick records were in town on tour together. It's always a good time with my friend, and it was nice to meet yet another bloke from the UK. After the gig, the three of us hung out until the wee hours of the morning, and I went to sleep at 7am, only to awaken at 11am to go to work early on Friday.
I've got to sort out my Aeon Flux hair before Halloween. This time, I am going to take a shitload of pics!!!
Today, I feel ok, surprisingly. How are you? And I think I want to get a
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i just started listening to a short stack of new records i got in the mail today. i played at a club last thursday... and in no way am i being cocky or bragging when i say that i fucking tore that shit up. i'm not kidding. it was the most wonderful thing ever. i managed to get myself to an ideal state of exhausted and drunk, but not too much, so i overcame my debilitating fear of failure, anxiety, etc... and relaxed into it. it was a two hour set. that's forfuckingever... i was sure i was gonna fucking blow it. but i'll be damned - i didn't. i picked up a few new tracks on the way to the gig and i never get to play on anything remotely amplified so having a nice loud sound system and some new shit to listen to came together... all i play is breaks...newschool, progressive, funky techy...basically just the stuf i like - what i think sounds good. i have never looked at a chart and i hardly know the names of the tracks i play... well, it was a mixed crowd... and the place was jumping. i did a little medly of LFO, loose caboose, and into higher state of conciousness...old school original version breaks... people freaked out. then i threw in that rockin' new adam freeland 7nationarmy white stripes remix... the whole time i'm dancin my ass off behind the decks and people are yelling and i'm yelling... it was sweet. this is comin from a person with the self esteem of a gutter rat with self destructive tendencies that make baby jesus cry... to face doing well at something i love and to have my taste in sound validated by 50 diverse strangers... shit or a second there i had to be happy... get this: the sound guy even came over and turned it up...
so i got asked back to headline. i'm already nervous. i hope this comes across well... i dance a fine line between excited and obnoxious. but you prolly already knew that.
btw... me n' brock have been having some excellent aiming recently.
Aiming? As in AIM the program? Or is that some slang you kids use nowadays that Hermit Swoo just doesnt get?