The DJ world just lost one of its brightest shining stars. As I type this less than 2 days after the fact, I’m still in disbelief. Perhaps last fall’s plane crash made us all recollect on how much we cared about him, but also made us feel that after such a close brush with death he was now here to stay. I wrote a post about it at the time. It’s unbelievably tragic to lose such a talented, kind and generous man just a few months later. Read More
Why are people so uninspired with their hard drive names? You can give them any name you want, and yet everyone’s got the same “Music”, “Music II”, “Backup” or “Big Kahuna” names. I confess, I used to suffer from the same blandness, until I decided to name one of mine Ralph a few years ago (as in Wiggum). Ever since then, all my hard drives have had Simpsons names. One of my backup drives is Dr Hibbert. I’ve got 2 portable drives that are always together and they’re called Monty and Smithers. My latest one is Cletus, I don’t care about it as much.
I hope someone reads this and gets inspired to find a running theme of their own. 80’s wrestlers! Renaissance artists! Kool Keith aliases! The possibilities are endless.
For as long as I can remember I’ve had these strange, lifelike dreams when I’m on the plane and it’s the only context where I have these kinds of dreams. I have no idea if this is common or not but it’s always fascinated me. I generally fall asleep as the plane is taking off, and then wake up around the time that they come and serve refreshments down the aisle. Here’s what happens… Read More
I meant to post this 24 hours ago but internet access is like the Holy Grail when you’re on the road.
I landed in London after the classic yet dreaded overnight flight. I had a bad case of the Middle Seat Blues but I did manage to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep in there. As we took off I was starving and really looking forward to my meal. I was in the second-to-last row though so I knew I’d have to twiddle my thumbs for a hot minute. Then the guy on my left got his meal before everyone. He had one of those “special” orders. I was thinking, I’m going to start asking for kosher meals when I book these flights. Most of you know that I’m Jewish, but I eat everything, I don’t really care. However if this will allow me to eat before everyone else, sign me up! Bring on the airplane latkes, baby. Those meals are probably better anyway since they make less of them.
Ever since the Seinfeld episode about “these pretzels are making me thirsty” I’ve had what you could call a mild obsession with pretzels. I don’t actually eat them much, I just like talking about pretzels. Good conversation starter. But upon closer inspection my rapport with pretzels is very peculiar. I really like big pretzels, the soft kind you’d get at a ball game with cheese dip, but I really dislike the small, dry kind they give you on the plane. I can’t think of any other food that I love so much in one variation but find so yucky in the other. The big ones are so chewy, you can practically see steam come out when you take a bite. The small ones are so bland, what’s the point? They provide zero satisfaction. Read More
I just landed in Barcelona for the famous Sonar festival. We were billed as “DJ Mehdi vs A-Trak feat Kid Sister”. I love it because it’s a math formula: “vs” is like “x” and “feat” is like “+”. But wait, there’s an issue with the priorities! Is it (DJ Mehdi x A-Trak) + Kid Sister, or DJ Mehdi x (A-Trak + Kid Sister) ? In other words, the DJs and the MC, or Europe meets America? I think I might ask the organizers. Strictly speaking, the way they wrote it without parentheses it should mean the first one. But Kid Sis actually canceled last week so they might not be receptive to my little question.
Today I’m in my 10th hotel room in 12 days. One of the underrated sciences of the proverbial tour life is remembering your room number day after day after day after day. Of course you can simply keep the little cardboard sleeve with your key-card but where’s the fun in that? So I was trying to analyze what goes on in my head when I step into that elevator and think, “Shit, what’s my room?” Read More
I’m about to board a flight to Australia, where I’ll be performing at the Good Vibrations festival in 4 cities, both as A-Trak & Kid Sister and with Kanyeezy. I think it’s my 8th or 9th time in Australia. I’ve been there more than France, for some reason. Read More
This morning I had to wake up at 6am to go to the airport. In the car I was thinking of the expression “the bane of my existence” and wondered if bane is one of those words that you only find in a specific expression. I’ve never heard the word bane elsewhere. So I looked up the definition on my phone. As it turns out you can also say “the bane of my life”, and bane can be used in other sentences. It means death or ruin. I also learned that there are poison names like wolfsbane that follow the model:
Fast-forward many hours later. I’m in LA getting ready for my show and somehow the Australian city Brisbane pops in my head. And then I think, could Brisbane mean death by bris, i.e. circumcision? An operation gone wrong?