Old new old.

From the last while.

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Hiatus. Don't hate us.

jams run free.

Nothing new as of late. So...here's what I've been sound bombing with as of lates.

Destroyer - Destroyer's Rubies (This guy is not going to be shitty for a long time, I think.)

Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx (Wow. You know who's lame? Lupe. I like to skate and all, but...fuck it, I just want to hear about the mass distribution, petty sales and use of cocaine as well as the exploits of those selling and buying both mass and petty amounts of cocaine, really. Also recomended for this: any/all Young Jeezy, everything ever done by Clipse & The Re-up Gang, and Lil' Wayne & DJ Drama's Gangsta Grills mixtapes: Dedication 1 & 2)

Test-Icicles - For Screening Purposes Only (They scream and they were like 19. But now they're broken up, so too bad. They broke up before Death From Above 1979. What if Test-Icicles were the guys in DFA 1979's favorite band, and they saw that they broke up and were just like, "Nooooooo! Fuck this, we give up too" That would actually be kind of rad.)

The Killers - Sam's Town (I think it's good, sowee. For my money, these guys are the only people on modern rock radio that are worth anybody's time. Doesn't come out for another 3 weeks, I think. A.K.A.--Early dowload situation.)

Animal Collective - Feels (Sung Tongs was getting mad burn last month, now it's this little gem.)

Prince - Purple Rain (but then again, you probably already knew that.)

The Microphones - The Glow, pt. 2 (Doper, prettier, more thrashing than eberything else.)

And a bunch of disco stuff. Like, a lot of disco, actually. But whatever. I'm itching to play at a party. Someone, anyone, make this happen. Soon. You will not be dissapointed.

it's a war.

Yo. I've been here chillaxin' per usual. So, since summer is dead (like hip-hop?) I'll do a quick "What Have They Been Doing Lately?" edition. About me. So exiting.

Theme Song for the Riot Grrl attacks on the Hardcore Junglist Massive:

I've really just been home all day doing nothing. Which consists of:

Watching Dr. Phil. This Russian girl was sad about her foster parents fighting all the time. The dad was paying a lot of attention to her...yeah, creepers. (It was later found out that there was nothing bad going on, just that her foster mom was a fucking psycho.)

Chillin' with Irrrrrrrrrrrrwin.

Irwin hooked this little triplicate jam up for me. See, I went to catholic school all of my life, so I was never able to do fly shit like this. But now...ha! (Does it look semi-retarded? Yes. Do I now think that I'm spritually that much closer to one my idols, Vanilla Ice? Oh yes. Sweet sweet yes.)

Watching copius amounts of Purple Rain.

Apolinia = hotsex.

Prince = hotsexier.

Why is the moon always out in the daytime all of a sudden?

Peep the composition. (Hint: perfect.)

Watching more stuff (besides Purple Rain.)

Like Howl's Moving Castle. A.k.a tremendous.

So there's this ring in the film that willl lead the old lady/girl back to the castle no matter where she is. I wish that I had that sometimes. Like for when I try to go anywhere on the Upper East Side or the Financial District.

This kid is a beast right now. I don't think that he's going to stop making quality choices for a while. Thank goodness.

Prize goes to anybody that can hook me up with either Aundrea (preferablly) or Aubrey from Danity Kane. I need that in my life.

If someone can put me on with Aundrea, I swear I'll buy you a yacht or an endangered peacock or some shit. So neccesary right now.

Ok, why hasn't anybody written a critical essay on the similarities between Batman Begins and Amercan Psycho? This picture is from Batman Begins, but if I said that it was from American Psycho, no one would bat an eye (no pun intended.)

Honestly, the similarities are obvious and creepy.

One thing though, American Psycho does not have Liam Neeson's epic facial hair.

If i watch this one more time, I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to casually change my last name to Fantana.



Somehow amongst all of this engaging activity, I found time to go get a job. (WTF?!, I know.)
I'll be working at the Empire State Building starting sometime within the the next week and a half or something. Awwwwkward.

So anyways, I'll still be playing songs at upcoming jams, don't worry. Only I'll probably have new sneakers on, so, yay.

painter in your pocket.

Hooray! I'm back (if only briefly) with some new hot fire photos.

So, Young Christian came back to the city on a lark to get some work done. He got it done. But before he was completely finished, he wasted some time with the kid. We got faded, (for old time's sake) and other dumb things popped off like whoa.

Voila:

I could tell that it was going to be a good night. "Bark at the Moon" situations.

So, yeah, the tossled haired one was back. At least he was clean.

Oops, there goes the booze stink.

Ok, sorry Elena, Kristen Pam & Gaby. I was so thrashed that I didn't think to take any photos. My bad. I've been out of the game for a bit, you know. So for a quick recap: Elena's new place = fresh...Kristen, Pam & Gaby = epic, per usual. Drunk kids from Queens = hilarious. Egg whites, turkey, bacon & mayo on an onion bagel = so neccesary. Stolen apple pie = even better. In every way.

Anyway, we left (were tossed) from Elena's and walking to the train or whatever, when we see this huge lot of brick upon bricks upon bricks. We decide that it would be a grand idea to enter this odd looking situuation.

It started off simple enough, a nice place to smoke.

"That sure is a lot of bricks."

"Yeah, it is...lets go!"

"Hey, wait don'-"

"Please don'-"

5 minutes later.

"How the fuck did I end up over here?"

"I mean, I figured I treked it, but damn, that was far."

Diva situations.

The slight look of disgust on my face, provided by Christian's necklace thing.

And the fact that he had flippers on. Girly flippers, at that.

Because he had (girly) flippers on, one fell off and he stubbed his foot. I could say that he didn't deseve it, but then I'd be a liar.

And with is (girly) flips on, he wanted to carry this column back to Canadia. Sike!

Shit was dumb heavy.

Le agony ou defeat.

Stubbed foot, no souvenir, and new scars. Yay.

I only ended up with a few pebbles in my shoes. So once again, not to be a nusance or anything, but maybe shoes are better than flip flops, eh?

That one's to show his Livejournal friends that he's a xXcutterXx.

"Hey, now that I have seven new MySpace pictures for you, could you please jump in that pile o' garbage? It'll be an awesome shot."

"Ok."

"Shit! I didn't get the legs in-air."

"Eww, whats that?"

"Gross."

"Did you at least get my legs in the air?"

"..."

"No?"

"...uh, no."

"Fuck."

"Dude, your sleeve is black."

"Yeah, I know."

Long story short, we went back to Elena's and fed the guards some shit about how some guys tried to beat us up. I acted like I punched a bunch of them but was unable to save Christian from being shoved into the trash.

They let him clean up in their bathroom.

We were both as thirsty as fuck and broke, so we went all Telly and Capser up on this spot. Two free bottles later, it was time to catch some sleep.

Duder is back in Canadadadada. (Hopefully, not blurry.)



+p.s.

There are supposedly some type of jam situations on the way soon. So, ears up, doggy.