both fantastic! as it turned out, i played to ten disinterested people, and got paid nothing. i was told there would be many people, i was told i would be getting paid $175. my recent horrific experience at the contemporary art institute of detroit the other night used to be the exception, i fear its becoming the rule. im so ready to move out to the suburbs so i dont have to be surrounded by fucking garbage constantly. I am so starting to love/hate playing live. Videoblog portions will be up as soon as i rescue the footage from paul!! i bounce my face off the mixer and almost shoot my tooth through my bottom lip. all i recall is massive, never-ending technical difficulties with the sound system, which eventually ends with us playing through a small guitar amp. josh-little mack, eric-dj dance music (aka psych-genius metal babble), carlo-belle isle brontosaurus and i all. We all play danielles birthday at marston house. the new manager is an asshole and cuts all the bands off early, also ejects donny-dj donald whan for trying to eat thai food on the porch. Nik-1964 plays at AJs cafe in ferndale, they kill it as ever, but it becomes abundantly clear that that place is done for. i dont imagine well be invited back to st louis any time soon. breaking glasses, falling off railings, massive cigarette burns, making fun of some guys banksy hat (soo last season :P), generally running amok. but we were on the tab drinking vodka and cranberry all night, so we had a good time at least. the eyeliner-wearing promoter makes the most amazingly sour face when i play fallout boy and then tells me 'if youre not going to be serious, just get off. i thought i was just djing a dance party. i dont know why the wanted me to headline a 'dubstep' show or why they even booked me. Then greyhound to st louis missouri with number one gal (icarus syndrome!) to play at mercury club. c-lo and i bust retarded booty and sped-up house hits and techno fags are gripping us up like 'play minimal!' while the audience takes their shirts off and goes apeshit. Next night played post-arts beats and eats loft show in pontiac. the moment is a bit bittersweet because i am so ultra-enraptured at this point with new number one gal, but she cant make it. pretend im playing at a posh night club and bring the straight 130bpm slam me in the ass wearing leather chaps with no pants underneath shit. carlo and i dance like big booty bitches and shit.Ĭouple nights later i end up playing the main room at fi-nite myself, at the most packed show ive ever seen there (every floor was sardined in shoulder to shoulder). dmx krew (edmx?) and dj godfather destroy the fi-nite.

we head into fi-nite and vomit goes to look for coke at a nearby loft. double fisting jungle juice made with 151 from a fishtank has me bonkers (151 gets you hype!) jump in katies car with dave and carlo-belle isle brontosaurus and one random who i learn tags VOMIT, some of the only graf i dig in the area. stop at marston house for drinks and cynical comments on the post-rave, failing-at-being-ironic-by-playing-90s-trance-hits dj who played the living room for five bored art school hipsters. got back to detroit, hang around with new number one gal at the arcade. met a scumfuck squatter punk rocker called sid, who was like you want a cigarette? to which i replied oh yeah thanks that would be great, seeing as i bummed you half a pack over the course of the evening! he proceeds to harvest the burnt out butts in the ashtray for enough sickly tobacco to roll a pinner recycled cigarette. loafed around with nigel-saskrotch in ypsi for a couple days. Played alexas birthday party in ypsilanti, killed it with the eve-tambourine/beatles-birthday/yoko ono-youre the one mashup.

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