I started the new gig on Monday and it went really well. I hope it stays as cool as the first week was. I think it might. The gig is cool and the people are nice.
Kudos to Kerry Hamill who got married this week to her longtime love, which gave our boy Danny an excuse to hang out with his superfuckingawesome nephew and niece. My nephew is probably forgetting I exist, because I sent him a copy of Lego Indiana Jones. He probably dreams in Lego. I know I dream in GTA. Dangerous.
On the western coast. Big Props to Barely for whom I picked up a Verve T at the gig and was rewarded with a promo copy of New Order's SIREN"S CALL autographed by Hooky himself. He's a keeper, Jenni.
Speaking of Hooky, I had a lovely evening chat with Matt Gentile Club Superstar Last Of the Famous International Playboys , fresh from the flight back from the UK that very day. He was jet lagged, but awesome enough to grab me the new UK Bass Guitarist magazine with Hooky on the cover AND a sweet ass Leeds University T-shirt, where you, like Andrew Eldritch can learn to speak different dialects of Chinese. Awesome. More on Matt shortly. He also provided this shot of Hooky DJing the Charlies aftershow in Manchester last week:
Thank you also Matt Gentile Club Superstar Last Of the Famous International Playboys for suggesting I check out the cool new UK band The Domino State. Between them and bands like Lowline and Rambo & Leroy, there are some new bands I hope we are on the cusp of as they release their debut albums. Stay tuned.
A week ago this past Friday, Ms. Bradish and I grabbed my cool aunt and we took her to see The Durans in Central Park. How often must I write about their awesomeness. This was the tour for the new album, which I assume has tanked, but wisely, they played about 4 of the new songs, peppered it properly through the set, and played the quality shit. They also did an expanded version of the sick awesome electro set which they did during the Bway run last year. They need to start getting a little daring with the setlists next time, I think, but man I could watch Roger Taylor drum any time. Ace.
Again, been keeping it low profile, showing up in various locales for a quick drink or bite here and there. Important events, like Ms. Cynthia O'Rourke's wedding (congrats!) and less important events, like sister visiting, kept me out of the studio, but allowed us to finish the SICK FUCKING AWESOME remix of Screen Vinyl Image and allowed me to get started on my remix of Peka that I had been chomping on the bit to do. Yeah, I snuck in some vocals for HF here and there, but honestly, a lot of this is about guitars now, so don't look at me, man. GTA4 isn't helping the focus much either.
Yesterday we swung into Ash's for the BBQ action. Quality food and folk (Matt Gentile Club Superstar Last Of the Famous International Playboys) kept it real. Matt Gentile Club Superstar Last Of the Famous International Playboys makes a fucking WICKED Mojito. Which is not surprising. Then we drank, I spun tunes, I threw a bottle at Bob and we listened to the remix in his car to sign off on it. Band like. Now you would think the bottle throwing was the most disturbing incident of the day, but NO, you didn't see Ash in a wifebater. Hey YO! (I had to) Then later, Brandt run away and I had no idea where I was going, so Matt and I sat outside like men and ate pasta.
Then today I cleaned like a maniac before FDS senior came over to hang out while Mom DeSanto and Irene attended a babyshower. Pizza was eaten, Ice Tea was consumed and then we waited for them to return to hear all the family gossip. Yay.
Anyway, I hope you are all well and keeping it crazy cool in this stupid hot weather. Behave and wash the blood off.
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