Friday, May 24, 2002

so i went to see dj z-trip at root down last night. it was the first time i'd seen him since he blew the fuck up (i.e., cochella, linkin park, etc.). it was also the first time i'd been to root down in months. i used to go all the time. good music, good crowd, and i knew one of the djs (egon) from doing hip hop college radio back in the day. then, after it was rated the best dance club in the city by citysearch, the crowd started to get a bit less fun(ky) (fewer breakers, etc.), and i had heard everything the 3-4 regular djs play too many times. the one really great night near the end of when i was going to root down all the time was when z-trip showed up unanounced and rocked the fuck out of the place. that was probably the most fun I've had at a club in la. everyone was dancing and going crazy with every mix. z-trip had just moved to la from phoenix. this was a few weeks before he got his residency at vermont on wednesdays. so...i was pretty excited to go see him rock the same spot.
it kinda sucked.
we (max, matt, and i) got there a bit before 10 so we could get in for less, and there was a line down to the end of the block. and a vibe right out of heavy metal parking lot. weird. overheard people talking about how they were uncomfortable at gabah because it was too ghetto. weird. some guy kept talking to me about this mix z-trip was going to do with some tool song that would blow my mind. weird. jump to when z-trip gets on the wheels. the place is packed, more like a rock club than a dance club. i've been dancing for a while and am smushed up against the stage . he starts playing and i turn around away from the tables to dance with people and not just stare at the dj. i'm staring at like 100+ people, no one dancing, everyone staring at the stage. ok, fine, z-trip's a rock star now. i get it. that's cool. i turn around, look at the tables like everyone else, and prepare to be rocked. it never really came. there were a couple cool mixes that got everyone excited ("jane says" + "h to the izzo", for example) but there were too many dips in the energy level. z-trip also gets the bozak for using pre-mixed cd's and those fun, but cheating, cd-tables to make up for the fact that he didn't have such and such on wax, or couldn't mix this or that live.
you need different sets to rock a stadium and a club. z-trip tried to rock the e-z stadium mix at root down, and it didn't work.

Thursday, May 23, 2002

a few quick notes:

-i cant believe it's actually thursday already. that rocks, especially because of the three day weekend and the official start of summer. i wish everyone barbeques and the beach this weekend. let the summer begin.

-i just heard from Abigail for the first time in years. awesome. she is my favorite librarian ever. my decimals get all dewey whenever i think of her.

-liz is coming out to LA in mid june to play. that rules. there will constant visitors and new arrivals this whole summer. the air will be thick with blood and whiskey. in a good, secret agent way, not a oh shit my drunk friend is in a puddle of blood and whiskey sort of way.

-the library of congress just gave the bozak to the riaa, which means web radio, like KWUR can keep making our lives better. this, along with the aforementioned abigail, is why i like librarians.

-there's a place called record surplus douwn the road. im going during lunch...

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

so alissa (a-money) just left town, it was good to see her, although I wish I could have shown her a little bit more of la than destro's basement. oh well, she'll be back.

my dad's in town, so that means that I get to eat well for a few days. we went to the sushi bar at matsuhisa last night, the place that zagat rates highest in the whole town for food. all i have to say: holy fucking shit. i've been to that place before, but each time i eat there it blows my mind and I just want to roll around naked in raw fish. sorry for the mental image, everyone.

also feel free to e-mail me if you want to, especially if you know why hunter s. thompson is in beruit. i'm assuming that this means that he's at least attempting a return to somewhat serious journalism after the last decade or so of his lunatic drivel for and others. i subscribe to the school of thought that his last really readable and insightful work was fear and loathing on the campaing trail '72 and that everything past that was either a) him too fried in the noggin to really say much or b) him calling it in for a paycheck, just tossing together some rambling about booze, peacocks, and paranoia and sending it through the mojo machine to people always willing to gobble it up (myself often included). anyway, let me know, if you know.

Monday, May 20, 2002

i did go to the beach during my lunch break. maybe its just because i havent been to the beach yet this year, but it blew me away. clean, clear air and heavy winds, clouds exploding everywhere in the sky, sand and sun, so sensual, with my feet in the sand and the waves. i'm sold on this place again, i just kept reminding myself "this is my lunch break" and after 25 minutes walked away recharged, drove back to work with my shoes off.
so tired. but its so nice out. morning rains cleared the crap out of the LA air and it's beautiful. i might go to the beach on my lunch break.

Sunday, May 19, 2002

shit. i just wrote like a page and a half and it dissapears into the ether. it was funny too. i'm still at work at 11. im getting tired and now im's the gist of what i wrote, im not going to write the whole thing again:

i shouldn't be at work on god's day, but i'm getting mad overtime and getting paid for watching tv and fucking around on the internet. cool with me. 13 hours + at time and a half.

i'm a dork/simcity 3000 is ruining my life.

it kept me from checking my cell phone messages last night and finding aout about a house party that the lords of altamont were playing. they rule and it would have been more fun than what i did last night, im sure.

it made me go back home at 2 or 3 am and keep playing the game and when my friend matt came over he tried, first mentally and they physically to get me to stop playing and interact socially and instead i ended up stabbing him a couple times with a corkscrew to keep him from getting between me and my gaming.

simcity 3000 unlimited is the opposite of sex. when that movie came out my now roommate max and i argued about what the opposite of sex really was. he maintains to this day that it's marijuana. i think it's this game, cause you can interact with people while smoking weed and can have sex while you're stoned, but you cant do either of those things when you're in the evil grip of this game.
inspired by sixo and liz, and being bored at work on a sunday, im going to start one of these. if you don't know me here's my life and this should get you caught up to the present day. i was born 2/22/78 in baltimore, then shipped to dc and lived on capitol hill for two years until my folks got scared and moved to the suburbs outside of dc. i went to high school in dc, and led a bit of a rock and roll existance there, then went to college in st. louis, led a bit of a hip-hop existance there, then graduated and moved back into my parents attic in dc. after 6 months of that i was going crazy and neeeded to get out and come out to los angeles. so i did. that was a year ago. i lived in west hollywood for 9 months or so. i moved out to silverlake, a less glitzy, more rockin neighborhood just a bit northeast of downtown in january. and now i'm bored at work on a sunday and so here's a blog. i'm going to go play with it now that you have the basic gist of my life down.