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Friday, October 09, 2009 

Category: School, College, Greek
the internet is funny.  i avoided all of it for a long time because it seemed gross and lame.  i mean, i fought with my label not to have a myspace page at all in the beginning because, well, because i'm old and weird and buy vinyl records and do things like write letters, and it all seemed too strange.  so they made one anyway, and i avoided it.

when i came back from the last tour, i found something insane like 13,000 messages in the lcd inbox (after wrangling the access passwords and crap from capitol) and felt pretty badly that there was so much personal mail from people that went totally unanswered, then set out to answer as much of it as i could without giving up my life completely, and did.

anyway, i've noticed lately that almost all my myspace messages come from other things promoting themselves, and less and less from people reaching out, so it's less interesting, for sure.  but then i found out that the label had started a facebook (and, of all things, "twitter") account "on my behalf", and i grabbed the access to them, as well.  i mean, if people are going to think stuff is coming from you, then it might as well be coming from you, you know?  so there.

this is still the better place to write these longer things, for sure, but i noticed that the facebook page is more idiotic and hilarious.  twitter...  well, i don't quite get it.

anyway, i'm making a record, as previously blathered about, and this means that my horrible, useless website is getting redone by my friend sonya.  i mean, it sucks, which was my choice.  i was like "can this look more horrible?"  i wish i was kidding, but i happen to like crap.  i just do.  but she's promised to work with me to make sure it's still unwieldy and awkward, which is good preparation for everything else lcdish, and i promise to be less grumpy about things actually being “useful”.  it’s just that things that are too “useful”...  well, i don’t entirely trust them.  i kind of like useless things.  for instance—and this is a pretty facile and simplified metaphor here—art is useless, and nazis made lots of useful things.  i like dumb meandering things that make me happy and confused, and don’t particularly like “effective marketing tools designed for maximum accurate data capture” blah blah blah.  it all sounds so sad and functional.  i don’t like the idea of people sitting in a room talking about the best way to word things to get the right reaction from a base of “users” etc.  i don’t like thinking that those people used to love to do something, or wanted to be something, and would up measuring the best way to manipulate other people.  i honestly don’t judge them, but i feel weird, and sort of sad—not FOR them, in a pitying way, as i have no idea how they fell, for fuck’s sake, and i’m a ridiculous person by the measure of a pretty deep cut of the population—but ABOUT them.

anyway, marcus (shit robot), my friend and dfa artist, is coming over to have an espresso and a shot of tequila (not mixed) before he goes to santos to dj with the holy ghost guys.  marcus has a kid, which i think is totally amazing.  he’s a great dj and here to get his album done with me.  lives in germany now, so just visiting.  and here, on this weird thing, i can just say “marcus is coming over for an espresso” and it goes from simple, personal fact that i might tell nick from holy ghost in a text (in fact, just did) to a weird other-meaning thing that exists here...  or everywhere.  i’m not so used to this personal as media shit.  but, on the other hand, what’s the difference really between this and a song about something personal?

oh, right.  you can’t sing a blog.

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009 

Category: Sports
making a record is strange.  last time i made a record i had a pretty brutal and miserable experience.  then i made something that wasn't the record, went back to said record, and had a great experience.  it all worked out.  this time i'm having a pretty great experience.  i like the record more, but have no idea if that means it's better or anything.  it's just more fun.  the shitty full-days of lying on the floor stuck in my own head about things has been pushed back into hours, or only one hour, here and there.  i also get to swim in the morning, and do things like that.  which is good.  which makes the record better, i think.  because now when i'm not actually working on the record, i'm doing something i like and that occupies my mind, rather than sitting in a room with my head in my hands wondering if i still know how to make music.

i was very hungover today, mainly because i drank a lot of drinks with alcohol in them yesterday.  i accompanied my tv star friend to the mtv movie awards because it seemed like the most hilariously hollywood thing i could possibly do right then, and wound up at times pretending to be either his publicist or body guard, which was very funny.  i also ate a lot of these skewers with a shrimp and a green olive on them.  they were good, but not substantial enough really to soak up the shitty free beer that they have at these things. 

while at the awards, i learned a few things:

1. will ferrell is very nice in person, and must be exhausted with how much effort he puts in to seeming like a decent, regular guy.  i met him very quickly and he was so absurdly nice that i felt like a dick for all the times i was wooden and awkward with strangers at a festival or something.
2. danny mcbride is fucking hilarious.  and pretty much like you expect.
3. eminem is a better actor than you think.
4. pr people and "young hollywood" seem like, literally, different species of animal.
5. young, self-satisfied, confident celebrities are weird to be near.
6. the more excited young people are about an actor/actress, the less likely i am to recognize them.  there is an inverse relationship formula for volume-of-screaming to person-i-recognize that i'm working on.
7. jason 'mayhem' miller has a very large head.  and that's coming from ME.
8. talking for 2 minutes with ben stiller about something totally unrelated to the mtv movie awards while at the mtv movie awards makes people audibly say "who is that talking to stiller??" in total, unselfconscious earshot of the subject (me) while said subject (still me) walks back to the bar area.  they'll actually point.
8b. being at an event thrown by a company called "music television" pretty much ensures that you will not be recognized by anyone at all except for the people you show up with, previously know, and danny mcbride.
9. comedians are funny in person, but not the way you think.
10. hollywood likes to stratify, and being the +1 of a tv personality makes you pretty low on the list, but if you've just said hi to will ferrell, and he looked at you in some way that could be interpreted as "familiar"--largely because he's kind, and you blurted something about him using "north american scum" in "stepbrothers"--you can basically walk into any room you want and take beer for the next 5 minutes.  it's like getting an invincibility pill in pac-man.  you can feel the power start to blink after you cruise out with 4 beers from the 3rd dressing room, so you should probably head back to your friends and share the beers.
11. chris isaacs likes his dog.
12. forest whittaker is disarmingly friendly.
13. i, as a person, am oddly frightened (i'm saying frightened here--not intimidated) by jim carey.

i think i like being a largely anonymous dude in a weird band that most people don't know about.  it's nice.  i wouldn't want to be a movie star.  i mean, i feel like i knew that, but it's good to have your feelings validated like that once in a while.  because it's easy to sit back and say "i wouldn't want to be a movie star" when it's totally not a salient point...  but being there, with everything seeming so easy for them, still didn't make me want any of it.  except the free stuff.


(restin' at the afterparty)

today i woke up late, sat around in a horrible state, until i went in the pool and played "goodminton" (which is badminton where the object is to keep the birdie in play as long as possible), ate in n' out burger, and watched several episodes of the BBC show "ashes to ashes", which has amazing music.

tomorrow i'll wake up early, do a little jiu jitsu stuff, swim, shower, get into my making-a-record outfit, eat an avocado and a hard boiled egg, make an amazing coffee, and get to work on a new song.  gavin russom (gavin and delia, black leotard front, black meteoric star) is here for a few days, so maybe i can get him to wrangle some synths with me.  i have a good feeling about tomorrow, frankly.  and i'm also terrified that i'll never make anything good again.

that works.

oh: my tv friend is aziz ansari.  thanks, aziz.
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Sunday, January 11, 2009 

Current mood:sping cleaning (early)
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
  blah blah blah news blah :





hereis all the stuff that was cluttering the front page.  i'm just makingroom here...  clearing out the mess here.  nothing to see.  keepmoving.  don't slow the traffic.  step into the light.  kiss the sky. take candy from a baby.  meet the feebles.  walk on.







 




there is  already a 12" for big ideas. with a remix by 
 babytalk remix.  the remix is good.
   




      confuse the marketplace ep!

      


 


      confuse the marketplace ep

      available on 12"

      no cd, because everything on there is already on cd someplace.

      "it's underrated, kids!"

i mean, there's a drum solo.
   










      



      45:33!
     


   


 

out on bail

  "45:33"

  available on cd, double vinyl and brownload.

look for the remix record coming soon.  good remixes of this drek on it.

oh yeah--this totally got used in the YSL show in paris.

vive stefano pilati!
 


  listen at
 NME or
  Last.FM

or just go to an actual record store with a listening station

  one can also order the cd at
  flay and
  cramazon , or vinyl
  here

but really, there's always the dfa online shop, which is going to get way better.
 

  digital download

 

 
  lcd

 














      someone great superpack!
 


 



the third single from sound of silver. 

the video was directed by artist doug aitken (thanks doug).

remixes from:

soulwax--get innocuous!

gucci soundsystem--time to get away

carl craig--sound of silver

windsurf--us v them

which makes it almost a "remix album".  seriously.

 

  haus frau!

 

  someone great

  2x12", enchanced cd with video & digital frownload

 

  click here
  for the humiliatingly designed music / video player

which hackly copies mike vadino's great work on the cover art




and here's the video:



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james "jitsu" murphy and pat "disco dad" mahoney made FABRICLIVE 36.

we are exceedingly proud of it. 

it's pretty disco, to be honest, so expect no "punk funk jams".

and please don't ask us to play any lcd if we dj near you.  (awkward!)





 

for more info visit fabric



  order from insound


















a bunch of stuff ep!






not to be outdone by the fabulously titled "confuse the marketplace",

we've also made a bunch of stuff

it's basically a bunch of stuff that you couldn't download for whatever reason.

you know what they say: necessity is the mother of convention!


includes:


all my friends (franz ferdinand cover)

get innocuous (soulwax remix)

us v them (windsurf remix)

tme to get away (gucci soundsystem remix)

us v them (live on morning becomes eclectic)

why there's no john cale version on this, i'll never know.




buy it
here
















somewheresecret hides some split lcd/arcade fire 7"s.  i actually don't knowwhere, so i figure i'd make it seem mysterious.  we do have them,though.

probably at the dfa online store.






















we played this myspace show at the TLA in phily because
we were told over and over that it was some sort of a big
deal, blah blah blah.  the pros were we got to play in philly
where i (james) lived for a hot minute in the late '80s, and
have fond memories of, and--get this--it was free. but it was
early and filmed, which is straight weird.  we did manage to get
a good cheese steak and blueberry muffins from the pink rose.

here's the evidence.
















god, i love ringtones.  so much that i had these hand crafted exclusive versions of some lcd songs just for you.













look!  more crap!



 
 

 












 

all my friends single



   

   


7" v1 (with free poster)

all my friends (john cale version)

all my friends (album version)




7" v2 (no free poster, so there)

all my friends (franz ferdinand version)

all my friends (edit)



enhanced cd (ooooooh)

all my friends (edit)

all my friends (franz ferdinand version)

freak out/starry eyes

all my friends (video)





12"
all my friends (album version)

all my friends (harvey "mix")

freak out/starry eyes




listen


get it on itunes

single track

3 track bundle

4 track bundle

















SOUND OF SILVER

audio player







LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

SOUND OF SILVER



maybe buy it at a store, or just be lazy and get it here:

Amazon


iTunes US

 &

iTunes UK


HMV


Play.com




















Currently listening:
Beatitude
By Ric Ocasek
Release date: 1997-06-01
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Sunday, September 14, 2008 

Current mood:weird
Category: Food and Restaurants
today is my wife's birthday, which makes it sort of a holiday in the house—no work (which is unusual and great) and, theoretically, a gathering of people blah blah blah, mirth, good cheer, etc. but i woke up to an note from a friend that david foster wallace had been found dead friday night—in fact, had hung himself and been discovered by his wife.
by coincidence, i happen to be in close to finishing his book "infinite jest" for the second time, and have been laughing out loud a lot reading it. it's really been a good thing for me lately... there's a lot to explain.

i read "infinite jest" soon after it came out, mainly because i was a big pynchon and gaddis fan--but i was one of those jerks who went around calling delillo "bullshit" and rolled his eyes at people who put "white noise" in the same category as "crying of lot 49" (a comparison i had made maybe a year and a half before, but had since come to believe was absolutely craven, because i was a self-important, ridiculous undergraduate douche from a small town taking graduate courses in new york CITY) so i felt the need to think "infinite jest" was "lightweight". this was not helped by the following facts:
- a creeping sense of the window of opportunity to be the young, great writer that blew everyone's mind because he was, like, 19 or something, was closing rapidly, and nothing i'd written above 15 pages even resembled completion, let alone a novel.
- the picture of wallace on the back of "infinite jest" looked shockingly and disturbingly like myself, down to the terrible choices of long hair, head hankie and little beard, and the non-choices of small mouth on round face, and completely inexpressive eyes.
- wallace was only 8 years older than me, and i figured, even if i got a running start RIGHT FUCKING NOW i wouldn't get award-winning-1000+page-novel published in that time.

essentially, i bailed on what was the closest thing to my contemporary, mainly out of self-hate. no one my age or near could make something as good as people in the magical past where i.q.s were higher, people were shorter, and civilizations huddled to the banks of rivers and oceans. i was a generation-traitor. mainly because it seemed ignorant to think new things were as good as old ones (maybe later we can get into the concept of "seeming" vs. "being", though i've been quoted at some half-assed length on the subject elsewhere) as that would mean i would have to hold myself to a much much higher standard, which i wasn't up to—clearly.

i'm 38 now, and a younger friend of mine let slip that he had written a novel, so i asked if i could read it, and did. it was really very good. funny and pathetic and all the other things i like. so i decided to puff myself up and offer to do some editing--some "hey, dude, why don't you try blah blah blah and a little mmmrrr mmrrr mrrr--i mean take it from ME, because i dropped out of an undergraduate english and writing program in 1993" etc., and my friend graciously and politely let me ramble--even took some of my advice--which woke something up in me that had passed out sometime in 1997, wasted, half-in and half-out of the bathroom, pants around it's ankles, $1 bills by the fistfull falling out of it's pockets, and got it sitting up and talking a lot to me over coffee while all i wanted to do was pick through disco 12"s and check my email. i started thinking about writing again, and started feeling a very familiar funny feeling that i liked, which stems probably from thinking books are smart (which comes from living in a town where people read erma bombeck and "shogun") and, therefore, if i make them, i must be smart, too. it's a silly feeling, but i like it. feeling-wise it's the intellectual equivalent to one perfectly cold beer on a mostly empty stomach in the sun. so i started thinking again about "infinite jest", the closest thing i had to a my-generation book that i had overlooked a little, and started reading it again. and it was really good. and funny.
since i read it the first time, my life has become very different. i've had several terrible careers that flopped (and several terrible relationships that also flopped) and have landed at an absurdly nice place where i can do things i find funny and good, and then get asked good and bad questions about those things, and even make a living, traveling around repeating those things, and this led me to realize "hey--this guy must have done some interviews", which led me to the amazing "youtube".
watching interviews with wallace, and reading a few, was heartening and disheartening at the same time. i recognized the never-ending explanation-spiral that my wife makes fun of me for--the clarification of X, then the qualification of the clarification, followed by the modulation of the qualification, which requires the nuanced deconstruction of the modulation of the qualification of the clarification of the original, and now obviously flawed, statement "X", that had left my mouth as a means to get-to-the-heart-of something that will insist on another endless logic-tree of circuitous blathering, whilst apologizing for said blathering... (the character CT is a good, extreme, example, as is the nicholas fehn "political satire comedian" on SNL's weekend update this week) basically, i felt for the guy.
i make music, and so i'm not that alone. i have a band, and i go dj and perform. i meet other musicians etc that i like--sometimes as people more than as musicians--and we talk about stuff, like food and airports and hotels and dj mixers. i am distracted a lot. when i go make a record, however, i am not very distracted. and even surrounded by people (an assistant, an engineer, a studio manager, maybe some other musicians) the job (yeah yeah, i know--i know... i'm complaining about "how hard my life is" blah blah. save that comment, as i fucking get it, ok? i'm not complaining here--just illustrating a point, so don't bother commenting about it because, just this once, i will totally delete it) can be totally, soul-smashingly brutal. it can be very lonely and very sad, and filled with fear and self-doubt, which can hit hard if you've spent your life working towards being good at doing something that you don't know exactly how you DO--that you only have the vague knowledge that you need to get-out-of-your-own-way, and hopefully have enough technical tricks to keep you moving forward and not staring at blank pieces of paper, etc. but writing: it's all blank pieces of paper. i don't know that you can start a novel with a drum machine pattern that you know you'll get rid of later after you play bass and live drums. nor do i think you can "wait on all the dialogue until the day they're doing the typesetting". and i don't know that there's an assistant who can cut up your last paragraph while you go for a walk and try not to think about what you're doing.
basically, it seems very hard.
recently, i had some of my music used in a fashion show of a big designer, and then met the designer who, much to my total surprise, was a fan of lcd. (understand, there are people who marry music to fashion shows for a living, and i am friends with one of the best who happened to put together the music for this show, so i assumed the designer may have "liked" it, but didn't care too much, or maybe didn't even know who it was, and that my friend had simply played it for him and he'd said "fine", etc.). i was blown away by the clothes (as was everyone else, including, but not limited to, my wife) and wanted to meet him. i was a little starstruck, and assumed he wouldn't know who i was, even after someone had said "oh, he'd love to meet you". i have been around these types of scenes a million times, and no one usually cares one way or the other if they meet you, to be perfectly honest, and meeting someone under these circumstances, with everyone telling everyone else by proxy how enthralled the person they represent will be to meet the other proxy's other usually makes for a stilted, and (heavily) observed affair--a study in awkwardness and how-do-i-end-this-politely?-ness that makes for bad first impressions and even poor reality television, so i fucked off (he was being hounded by better-heeled folks anyway). a few days later, wasted at a party, some completely blotto euro-jerk was smoking right in my face while i was dj'ing, so i politely asked him to smoke somewhere else ("um, hey dude? could you, like, not totally smoke right IN MY FUCKING NOSE? since i can't go anywhere because this is where the fucking TURNTABLES are??" was, i think, the quote) to which he made a hissing grunt, not unlike louis winthorp III dressed as santa fucking off with the salmon, and stumbled away. later that night as i was leaving, the same guy was brought up to me by a slightly-less-wasted guy and introduced to me as the designer i was so psyched about, and we met. he was so incredibly sweet and complimentary, and i, similarly, but just slightly less, smashed, was swept off my feet. he said something very special to me, which was that he was listening to some of my music while working, and thought he was always surrounded by good people, everyone had to do this or that, running and asking questions, and that the music had made him feel "not alone"--that someone out there made something that he connected to, and he thanked me.
since then we've met a few times, and i'd consider him on that line between acquaintance and friend (only because i wouldn't want to be presumptuous) and have talked a little about this very feeling, which blew me away, and that i totally understood. that there were different ways of listening or seeing or reading. you could love something, and be in awe of it, or you could feel like something makes you feel at home. you could think something is cool and fun, or you could recognize the quality. but the other thing, where you felt that you yourself struggle to make things and recognize how compromised and strange the very act is, and that you see that same aspiration and struggle in the made things of someone else--this, i think, is different than identifying with a singer or song, or character, which is another strong feeling, but reserved for other people--this feeling of a very direct thru line to someone else's "work" (it's a terrible term that makes me shiver with pretentiousness, but what else do you say?) can make you feel, in a very adult way "not alone".

this long-winded story or whatever is what i was thinking about w/r/t wallace. that i'd like to meet him. maybe interview him for one of those silly "artist v artist" things that myspace has, or that embarrassing tv show where people like renee zellweger interview people like christiane amanpour or whatever, because this second reading of "infinite jest" had made me feel that same feeling of being "not alone". i felt that reading my friend's first draft as well, but, well, i KNOW him, so it's different. this was someone i did not know, who might like to know that this happens. and who might feel very alone as well, and, in turn, if he didn't hate the yelling-over-dry-drums music i made, could possible feel something similar.

i woke up this morning, walked my dog (who took a tremendous shit that seemed to defy physics, which in my half-asleep state made me think both that perhaps her intestines were some form of shit "tardis", AND, that anyone using the term "tardis" clearly betrays a certain geekiness), made coffee for myself and my wife (happy birthday), delivered said coffee, settled in and read some of my book, then took a second to check my email, book in my lap, to discover that the author of the book i was holding and was so happily reading and identifying with had hung himself 2 days before, and that he was married, and that his wife had discovered him. i was kind of stunned and totally confused about what i should do, until my wife came out of the bedroom, asked me what was wrong, and to my total surprise and no small embarrassment, i sat at my desk and cried.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008 

Category: Quiz/Survey
pat and james are dj'ing tonite at santos' party house 100 lafayette street, nyc. 10 to 4am or so. it's $5. it's our special disco version party. no requests. even fewer requests for "any lcd stuff". we play disco. it's fun. find yourself a friend. take your pant's off. drink a drink. come into the eye of the fashion week storm, and, strangely, find it fashion week calm.

no punching!
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Friday, September 05, 2008 
NOTE: LINK CORRECTED. SORRY. WHY AM I YELLING?

upon seeing comments section, i felt there were some things that needed, like, clarification.

1. petunia is a french bulldog. you can see her at her myspace

2. no, i am not kidding about the above.

3. petunia the dog is feeling much better. petunia the dog that wishes she was human, however, would like more attention, freedom and responsibility. and would like to shit inside when it is either very hot or very cold.

4. the prev. post-thing was in no way intentioned as a "plaint" or "whinge". the tone is intended to be blank rather than frustrated or sad. havin' a good time here. enjoying the days here. not oppressed by any like system nor "man" here. free to be you and me here, etc.

5. as of this moment, there are 34 "kudos" and only 30 "comments", which leads me to believe that it's easier to spend imaginary emotional currency than it is to type things. note: unsure what a "kudo" is.

6. as an extension of 4, no one pushes me to do things i don't want to do, and i am very happy in my current employment situation, but kudos* for the concern.
(* usage?)

7. fashion week is traditionally a very good time in new york (for me). it means there are a lot of parties and people give away booze. it also has the benefit of not being about music. also, my wife works in fashion, so it's suddenly more her obligations than mine. also, everyone dresses pretty well. also, you get paid to dj. sometimes you get paid in snappy outfits. also, they give away booze. did i mention that?

8. i went, for a time, to new york university. i found it to be expensive. i also found that there were a lot of TA's, which was disappointing. i also thought it fucking sucked and was drowning in tedious, rich morons who wanted to "experience new york" (read: wanted to think of themselves as "in new york" while hanging out with mostly the inbred morons they grew up with in various poo poo towns like mine) but, to be fair, i never went to a different college for comparison, and maybe college sucks because it is, somewhat by definition, a large group of people who are not all listening to the same music at the same time in the semi-dark.

9. i have no issue with music being "packaged" or "sold", as i make pop music. i don't make suites for air organ and bowed saw. i don't make tone poems for 3 detuned pianos and a wet cat. i have stopped making invisible concertos for 4 paranoid surgeons (though i always thought the paranoid surgeons piece had some commercial potential, to be honest). i like packaging. i have a mobile phone. i buy shoes on the internet. i am a modern human.

10. do not ask juan about that statement as he might get irate.

11. no one needs to slap sense into me. that's a fallacy anyway. do you know any abused children that have a glut of sense? fact.

12. i'm going to take the subway to work to finish a song for tiga, then try to get steve to get my data off my hard drive so that i don't cry, work on the dj mixer design, and then do something international and fabulous like go to a fashion party thrown by an english magazine with my super cool japanese friend.

as the nyc peech boys say "life is something special".
Currently listening:
Life Is Something Special
By NYC Peech Boys
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Friday, September 05, 2008 

Current mood:  betrayed
Category: Pets and Animals
the best thing to do is to write on this thing when there's no album or tour or anything. what you want to do see, is wait until there's nothing going on and then--boom--jump in and write one of these things. that way nothing happens. labels and other sundry institutions that work in some way symbiotically to you w/r/t funds etc. love it when you do that. they're like "woah, man! don't write anything on that myspace page when there's an alum out! waaaaaiiitttt. let it all settle, then BAM. drop it on no one! get it?" and i'm all "i totally get it! bad art v good art!! corporate usefulness v. production uselessness!! irregular relationship to the non-linear time party that is the internet! the new as the old! the old is the new!! time honored traditions of the aberrant artist (or artiste)!!! fill the void! get well soon!! chase the dragon!! do the du! we are all prostitutes!! i heart punk!!"

it gets better. when you are home and not
A: making a new album (people are polite about asking if you are making an album--people that work in the music industry--because it's similar to asking if your dog is alive--what if you say "no"? i'm still working it out)
B: doing something very visible (an ad with justin timberlake. a high profile dj tour sponsored by an energy drink. presenting an award on a music channel television video awards show)
C: appearing in tabloids or near-tabloids in various states of duress with household and near-household names, or in columns called things like: "normal/not normal", "who wore it best?", "bromance"
D: in rehab
humans aren't sure what to do with you.
juan says "humans are always sure what to do with you, they just don't know if you will let them do it because it's bad. you might struggle or fight back." all of which is hard to argue with, largely because i'm not entirely sure what he's getting at.

in the end, you will probably get bored of designing dj mixers and studio monitors, of walking the dog and eating at home, of making very lovely espresso on your machine that still makes you happy, of having time to vacuum your records, and obsessively categorizing them using record-store-style dividers with descriptions like "jacking house--new york" and "canadian italo", of working with your friends in the studio and saying stuff like "i mean, it's almost done, but what does that even mean? we could just do all of it again" or "i gotta get out of here at 5:30 to go to therapy" or even "i can't see anything today--my eyes are all blurry" etc etc.
when that happens, you might get concerned that you've waited too long, and, out of ideas, you might book a studio somewhere and go on an adventure that always has the same moral: "you think making records is easy, and then every time you do it, you want to throw yourself out a window". and when you're done, and your over the hump, well, sucker... well then it's time to do the real work.

today i made blt's and sausage sandwiches for myself, pat and keith. my dog ate a sausage last night, and now has an upset stomach. she won't eat her food, but went outside and ate grass. her stomach is making bad stomach sounds. i can hear it, and i can feel it when i pick her up. she looks at me with a very specific and focused face. her name is petunia. today, when we were outside, during the aforementioned grass-eating excursion, she was mildly attacked by a bigger dog named "willa". the dog didn't mean any harm, but my dog showed a courageous, if not well-thought-out defense strategy which consisted of screaming shit like "i will fucking CUT YOU!!!!" in dog language, which left very bland shocked faces on the other dog-owner and myself, and prompting said walker to say "well, she's got some fight in her."
my lamp is broken. there are records all over the floor. my new terrabyte drive won't appear on my desktop and now holds my life's digital memory hostage. pat is picking me up to get a drink at the trophy bar around the corner.
it's fashion week in new york.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008 

Current mood:condemned
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
watch these jackasses on LATER WITH JOOLS HOLLAND perform "all my friends"



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or "no love lost"

or even "north american scum"


and this is the video for someone great by doug aitkin:

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watch them ramble through some songs at a place!!!










and the rainy video for all my friends



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