This week was the usual chaos. It usually gets like this before I head West, which I am doing on Monday for the week. That's gonna be a freakin' whirlwind as I have to be back by Saturday for the New York Asian Film Festival (to see the amazing EXILED for the first time on the big screen and the legendary now 15 yeards old HARD BOILED) and for the return of Peter Saintface to the Hypefactor ranks next Sunday.
Speaking of the HF brigade, we got Carlos L to bring it down from the Chest on Tuesday night to finish him off on DON'T DREAM JUST SCHEDULE which now has all kinds of sweet things going on it, including some nice ambient harmonics from The L. It was a quick session, but a successful one. We made some changes, especially towards the end. This actually opened the doors for B and in a session that took place earlier today, but more on that in a bit...
Thursday night, I saw FANTASTIC FOUR 2. Surprisingly, it didn't suck. It's a kids movie, very harmless. The storytelling is so so, but they respect the core property, develop the characters properly and in the end, they make cute, unoffensive FF movies. The Surfer stuff is very cool, it's just a shame they don't have a better director on this, it could be so much better. Also, what the F with these blue contact lenses and bad wig on Jessie Alba? She looks like an alien. Silly.
Last night was the birthday of Lurch, a good guy. Thus we celebrated. He invited his roommate, his girl, my girl and some assholes (me, evan, G and Kidd). First stop was HAN where we got the legendary New Years table (pre-blog, sorry) and were also blessed with the greatest Han chef EVER, his name is MIZAN. Ask for him by name. He is a genius and uses a lot of butter and salt. SCORE.
I was also very excited to learn they serve the Kurosawa Sake. The BIG bottle. The kind Irene's mom keeps handy for when I visit. A few of these were consumed. Lobster was eaten. Happiness abounded. As you can see here....
Love was in the air:
Anyway, drinking sake at a rapid rate only leads down one road: Karakoe Ave. I can't even explain this, so I will let the photos do the talking.
Stevie Wonder would have wished he was deaf instead of blind if he heard this guys version of My Cherie Amour:
The Kidd was an appreciative audience:
The Gold Street Boys take their Britpop very fucking serial:
I truly have no idea who the fuck this guy is:
But most of all, the birthday boy had a good time, regardless of his thunderous unrination:
It was a good time. Then I had to drag my hungover ass to Pies&Thighs to meet B for some breakfast. It hurt, but no matter how ravaged my gut was from the Kurosawa, the donut holes rock my world. I tried the eggs and has today and it was a full success. they have pork in the hash and goddammit that was the greatness. Then we worked on DDJS all afternoon. First we arranged the harmonics we recorded the other night and then we added a top secret new ingredient to the end of the song. I ain't talking yet.
Then Irene and I ate some PFQ. That will make sense to our Canadian readers. Cheers, y'all.
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