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honk honk
wonka wonka
pedro?
sexually frustrated badger
toilet
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
i'm starting to see after reading all of theses posts that any musical soul i had when i came down here has been eaten by this shithole city. shithole only in a musical 'scene' sense. nothing to blame but myself and money. i have not written any worthwhile music in a loooooong time.
i've cranked out a few things, but most of it is half baked shit. cable television and breaking 5 minutes for the mile is a lot more interesting to me than any music, outside of a stack of funk records Dong gave me to make space. It's time to sample, time to fight back with music, time to stop caring about Miami and it's scene of shit, scene of over fed fake ass hip hop wannabe's. Fuck 'em all, the goddamn gabber kickdrum is making a come back, the distortion pedal is coming out of hiding and y'all can eat a bowl of dick.
Damn, I sound like I'm 19 again, that's nice. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
GUNG GUNG GUNG GUNG FUCK FUCK FUCK GUNG GUNG.
And no more fucking requests, fuck you you stupid fucking bitches. Go back to kendall, hialeah, where ever. Do more shitty cocaine and die. Get drunk , get syphilis, and DIE, today, right now, in your Acura talking on your cell phone about tonight's party and the guy you sucked off in the parking lot all last week. Fucking die. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. OMFG!!!!!! I'm texting while I'm driving Jenny, can you fucking feel me? I blew him on the hood of his chevy, etc, etc, etc.
DEATH.
i've cranked out a few things, but most of it is half baked shit. cable television and breaking 5 minutes for the mile is a lot more interesting to me than any music, outside of a stack of funk records Dong gave me to make space. It's time to sample, time to fight back with music, time to stop caring about Miami and it's scene of shit, scene of over fed fake ass hip hop wannabe's. Fuck 'em all, the goddamn gabber kickdrum is making a come back, the distortion pedal is coming out of hiding and y'all can eat a bowl of dick.
Damn, I sound like I'm 19 again, that's nice. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
GUNG GUNG GUNG GUNG FUCK FUCK FUCK GUNG GUNG.
And no more fucking requests, fuck you you stupid fucking bitches. Go back to kendall, hialeah, where ever. Do more shitty cocaine and die. Get drunk , get syphilis, and DIE, today, right now, in your Acura talking on your cell phone about tonight's party and the guy you sucked off in the parking lot all last week. Fucking die. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. OMFG!!!!!! I'm texting while I'm driving Jenny, can you fucking feel me? I blew him on the hood of his chevy, etc, etc, etc.
DEATH.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
weekend report
Friday:
199 songs....tried everything, but when you're playing to cattle with booze it can wear. A sober night always beats a drunk night at the lounge. Raggae, Dancehall, crunk, old school, etc., etc.., etc.
Playlist:
Snoop Dogg's greatest hits megamix
Notorious BIG powermix
Roots Mix (Althea and Donna, Tenor Saw, Dawn Penn, etc.)
Buju Banton-3 in a row
Mims-This Is Why It's Fucking Played Out but still works for the Friday night crowd airhorn remix
Party Like A rocktard remix (Young Weezy bay-bay!)
Crank Dat (meow mix.....meow moew meowmeow......genius)
Sunday:
Chocolate Sunday.....
Hey! It's a drunken spelling bee that lasts too fucking long and alienates people that want to hear music!!!!!!!! Jaeger dood! DUDE! Your word is lethargic.
A couple of guests played, running through old school hits like a crack whore runs through AIDS tests. Induce and I tag teamed for the rest of the morning.
combined playlist:
Bart Simpson-Do The Bartman
Chemical Bros. Feat. Fatlip-Salmon Dance
Aesop Rock-None Shall Pass
RJD2-a bunch in a row
Source Spoken: "DJ Doormouse on the one's and two's.....ladies, get your asses on the dancefloor!"
Micahel Jackson-Black Or White
Hoochie Coochie La La La
199 songs....tried everything, but when you're playing to cattle with booze it can wear. A sober night always beats a drunk night at the lounge. Raggae, Dancehall, crunk, old school, etc., etc.., etc.
Playlist:
Snoop Dogg's greatest hits megamix
Notorious BIG powermix
Roots Mix (Althea and Donna, Tenor Saw, Dawn Penn, etc.)
Buju Banton-3 in a row
Mims-This Is Why It's Fucking Played Out but still works for the Friday night crowd airhorn remix
Party Like A rocktard remix (Young Weezy bay-bay!)
Crank Dat (meow mix.....meow moew meowmeow......genius)
Sunday:
Chocolate Sunday.....
Hey! It's a drunken spelling bee that lasts too fucking long and alienates people that want to hear music!!!!!!!! Jaeger dood! DUDE! Your word is lethargic.
A couple of guests played, running through old school hits like a crack whore runs through AIDS tests. Induce and I tag teamed for the rest of the morning.
combined playlist:
Bart Simpson-Do The Bartman
Chemical Bros. Feat. Fatlip-Salmon Dance
Aesop Rock-None Shall Pass
RJD2-a bunch in a row
Source Spoken: "DJ Doormouse on the one's and two's.....ladies, get your asses on the dancefloor!"
Micahel Jackson-Black Or White
Hoochie Coochie La La La
Friday, September 7, 2007
almost forgot....
August 11th went to St. Louis to do a 'Rave'. Got scooped up, went to the hotel, and then went to a BBQ in the hood. It was 'real'. Check out that grill....q-u-a-l-i-t-y. Really strange mix of folk. Locals, hippies, rave casualties, etc. I drank shitty beer and scotch to deal with the situation. Not the best idea.
Went to the rave after a nice dinner at a brew pub. More beer. Yep. The rave was at a warehouse. Very dark, underground feeling. Only thing missing was a proper soundsystem. I am always amazed when someone will pay for flights, fees, hotels, meals and all that and then drop 500 watts of sound into a place that needs at least 10,000. The show must go on. Ran everything into the red, freaked out x 10, drank too much beer, etc. Back to the hotel, airport, home.
Wow. Went to NYC with Nastie and his crew....
Ummmmmm.....
5 people in a hotel with the bathroom in the hall. Check.
Spirit air zero leg room flight. Check.
Lack luster show with sound guy that walked away from the board. Check.
OKAY THEN!
Last week....
Friday did Purdy. New Britney and too much something in a glass.
Saturday did Pawn Shop. Hello. Thank You for the money. Good night.
Sunday rocked Purdy with Contra on four decks. He was in the middle of a 10 day fast. I was handed a blunt every 4 minutes. It wasn't pretty but people loved it, outside of the crew that told us we sucked because we wouldn't play "I'm So Hood". Ugh.
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