As you eagerly count down the minutes in your cubicle (or kick back stealing wireless in your shared bohemian “artist” dwelling) waiting for the weekend to begin so you can go all Loverboy on its ass, we figured the least we could do is type up a handy guide to all the Fool’s Gold-related events popping off around the globe over the next few days, so you know exactly where to go and what to do. Read More
We have a nice likkle label profile in the latest issue of Dazed And Confused in the UK. Find it on fine newstands everywhere, or just read the pithy quotes from me, Dust and Trizzy in the enlarged scan here.
I’ve been attending mastering sessions for the Kid Sister album in London… but somehow finishing songs at the same time. We had 3 different engineers mix one song once the mastering had already started. Kinda crazy. Anyway, been consumed by this Dream Date CD, as evidenced by my beard.
One song left to master! (That one.)
It’s late. Back to work.
Oh and this album is nuts.
You’re gonna have to use your imagination to picture this story, just like in the olden days. But you know what? It’s kind of doper that I didn’t have a camera. I’m gonna talk about this BBQ that I went to at Haze’s house earlier in the week. Haze, the OG of this graphic design shit. So ill!!! WARNING: THIS BLOG IS LONGER THAN IT SEEMS. Read More
My publicist set up a feature for me this week and she later admitted being scared that I would mail her an anthrax letter. I should really send her flowers instead. Why did she think I wouldn’t like this? I just spent an afternoon with a Playboy playmate. To be specific, Kelly Carrington, Miss October. Read More
BlackBook ran a cool little feature on me in the context of the Running Man record. Check it out here.
It’s funny to me that they used that picture. That pic was taken at a gifting suite at Winter Music Conference a year and a half ago. This rep from a headphone company was like “hey we’re gonna give you some headphones, can we get a picture of you with them?” and that was supposed to be the end of that. Why would someone think it’s a press photo? Am I supposed to be like “hey I’m a DJ so I walk around with headphones around my neck, even when I walk the dog!”