Okay, so I’m heading out to NYC this weekend, and so I’m looking for something cool to do, and I run into a post somewhere about a good DJ I’ve actually heard of playing one of the nights I’m there. Now, of course the only sort of experience I have with being out is mostly confined to Denver’s arcane rule that at 2AM, any and all alcohol serving must stop.
In New York, the aforementioned DJ doesn’t even start playing until 3AM. Ah, what life in a real city must be like.
A man tries to break into the cockpit of flight to Argentina “kung-fu style” in order to “talk to the captain.” ( My advice, knock). Then the co-pilot wacks him blunt ways over the head with an ax. For all the shit I go through at the airport on the rare occassions that I fly, this illustrates that it really makes no difference at all. This security thing is a farce. Guys wth C4 in their shoes and people just plain fucked in the head will always sneak on board. Detaining old women and making me toss my nail files before I get on the plane is all for show.
If you’re in Denver, like to listen to chill electronic music but don’t want to deal with ravers, MileHighHouse Productions is who you have to look out for. Recently profiled in Denver’s free weekly, and a collective of which I am a part, MHHP consistently throws hella cool gigs all over town. Come down to next Moday’s Textiles at 1515 Market at 10pm and I might just buy you a beer.
Although in the real world, I think he just couldn’t think of anyone or was too shy to say ‘Jason Kottke.’ Anyway, say hi to the 37Signals guys for me, will ya, Paul?
Recipe for a successful Super Bowl party if you yourself are not exactly a football fan:
1. Invite over friends who are equally apathetic about most sports in general, football in particular.
2. Make bean dip.
3. Make sure aformentioned guests are in possession of a deep-fryer and much fried foods.
4. Fry many foods.
5. Make awesome chicken wings, also fried but not battered.
6. Watch 5 culmunative minutes of the first half between the four (well, seven) of you and remark when someone scores.
7. Take cute baby pictures instead of watching the insipid half-time show.
8. Tune in and actually pay attention right as the losing team makes a last 2-minute drive to the end-zone to tie it. THEN watch in amazement as the now-tied game turns back to the original winning team in the last 1 second of the game.
9. Let cool for 3-4 hours, serves 4-7.
French Club President, Bombardment Society Founder, Bee Keeping Society Member, rocker? Max Fischer has been plugging his new movie “Slackers” on the tube, and somehow managed to get his band to play Letterman. Talia Shire’s son is a smart kid, quick with the wit, and of the actor-to-musician kids out there, his band isn’t half bad. Much better than Tina Yothers’ band, (Though not as good as Theo’s).
When you’ve had such memorable, defined roles, is the possible anonymity of music your only escape? I mean, J-Lo wasn’t really much of an actress before she went headlong into music (*coughAnacondacough*), so it’s not that weird for her, but these other kids, I’m struck by how surreal it is to watch them rock out. It’s not fair, but in many ways, we the public see them more as their roles than for the people that they are. Guess thats a compliment to their craft. Oh well, just enjoy the strangeness.
I’ve wanted to do something, as a musician, for years. I’ve always enjoyed songwriting, especially of the rock variety, but I’ve been interesting in DJs and remixing, but I’ve never thought that they were truly using the medium as well as they could.
Well, it happened. Listen to the second song, and anything else that catches your fancy. Apparently, this is a huge thing in London. I enjoyed the Avalanches’ record this year, because it hinted at this kind of music (and in many ways did it better). While a lot of it can definitely be described as novelty, the potential here is mindboggling, to me. Via MeFi.
When the fuck did this happen? Am I going to have to buy one? Fuck.
