1. Tease. At ONE MINUTE long – the newest Erol Alkan remix for Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ Zero is already burning a hole in my overworked little office speakers. I kind of forgot about the YYYs…maybe I’ll go see them in like, California or something. They’re headlining some festival I think I’m going to …. As for you, Alkan, you amaze us as always. Love, hearts, stars, applause.
2. Dance. AGO Massive Party – recipe for success? You have to know the official party planning committee guru…then watch as your most talented friends of friends come together with all of your favourite sweetly dressed girlfriends…throw in a billion free drinks and make eyes at the suits…and you’ve got a weeknight party that could seriously ruin any semblance of Friday productivity you had envisioned…
3. Race like someone’s counting* I have officially met my morning lane swim match. AND! He’s under 70. I know! Today I threw down a good 60 laps. Thanks i-have-no-idea-what-your-name-is swimming friend. I am actually exhausted.
*I am.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Trust me on this guys. It's gonna be good*
*quote: Dan Deacon set - Coachella 2008
Everyone has a friend who’s a bit hard to handle. Won’t shut up. Hits on your friends, doesn’t get the hint…but the truth is, those hyper-active, obnoxious ones are pretty much always a guaranteed good time.
That’s so Dan Deacon. Sometimes you want to punch his annoying overthetop beats in the fucking face. BUT. in the meantime, while listening to his newest schizophrenic amphetamine-fueled dance gem – Bromst – you are going to get pretty pumped up. You’re gonna wanna dance. You’re going to get happy. This shit would make the crabbiest old man in town* fucking break into a little Paula Abdul dance-off.
*or the staff at Ted’s Collision.
I think Deacon makes music with a huge fire pit. He calls up all of his bandgeek childhood friends and they all throw everything in the flames. Then they drop acid and watch as the fire mixes with the xylophones and the keytars and the synths and the recorders…and the result is out of control, unstoppable dance music that makes you wanna get naked and start rock-star kicking around the fire.
So yeah, suffice to say, I like this album. Oh and, he’s coming to town in a few weeks.
See you there.
Everyone has a friend who’s a bit hard to handle. Won’t shut up. Hits on your friends, doesn’t get the hint…but the truth is, those hyper-active, obnoxious ones are pretty much always a guaranteed good time.That’s so Dan Deacon. Sometimes you want to punch his annoying overthetop beats in the fucking face. BUT. in the meantime, while listening to his newest schizophrenic amphetamine-fueled dance gem – Bromst – you are going to get pretty pumped up. You’re gonna wanna dance. You’re going to get happy. This shit would make the crabbiest old man in town* fucking break into a little Paula Abdul dance-off.
*or the staff at Ted’s Collision.
I think Deacon makes music with a huge fire pit. He calls up all of his bandgeek childhood friends and they all throw everything in the flames. Then they drop acid and watch as the fire mixes with the xylophones and the keytars and the synths and the recorders…and the result is out of control, unstoppable dance music that makes you wanna get naked and start rock-star kicking around the fire.
So yeah, suffice to say, I like this album. Oh and, he’s coming to town in a few weeks.
See you there.
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