Sweaterfunk...MuhmuhMEEE!

Getting self-promotional up on blog again. Even when I'm not promoting myself as a DJ, I'm promoting my feelings or lack thereof, by spewing my soul out through my fingertips, here. Cathartic! (and trite). Not that feelings need to be promoted to random net surfers that I don't know. I'm getting off topic...

So, probably my favorite weekly night in SF, Sweaterfunk is having me DJ on April 4th, which is quite a task as well as an honor. The Sweaterfunk crew is composed of a bunch of "tightly knit" DJs, record diggers, and producers who know their shit so to speak, and I've always been impressed with the high level of rare expensive wax that gets thrown down, as well as the obscure dollar bin boogie jams, that only see the light of day (actually the dark of night, since its in the basement of the Li Po Lounge) at that spot. So, I gotta dig out all the jams that I think will both rock the party and impress the judges, which has reduced me to a neurotic and critical mess (but I'll pull through though). I'd seriously be there every Sunday if it wasn't for my robotic 9-5 work schedule, and the fact that I live on the exact opposite side of the city. Anyways, check the flier and come out to lay Easter Sunday to waste.

I'm putting up the A and B side of a jam that I'd love to play at a night like this, but won't, as it's too warped for me to really mess with (without having to pray that it doesn't become a skipping nightmare).
Master Jam - Dancin' All Night
Master Jam - Dancin' All Night (Instrumental)

Back It Up

So for the eight-billionth time, I needed to get on my skateboard to escape my life, and I wound up re-injuring my back (I was sort of aware this would happen, as, being down & out and impulsive, makes for having little to no self-control). Unfortunately, skateboarding and booze are my only two outs for current problems in my brain, and they both damage my body. What the fuck? In order to remedy one, I have to damage the other. Odd how that works, but I guess its fitting, in a very sick way (thank you God, I hope you are laughing). Buying stuff is another go-to method of coping, but that hurts the wallet, and actually doesn't really help the brain, unless your new material possession somehow tricks the brain into thinking that you are now somehow improved (this is the mind frame that capitalism feeds on; my insecurities ultimately make others rich!). Of course, music helps too, and I don't think that there is a much better tune to post up (that hits some of the sentiment expressed in self-healing, at least lyrically) than A Rock 'N' Roll Fantasy by The Kinks. For an extra added bonus, I've included another track of sheer sublime beauty, Jennifer, by Faust. These two are getting me through tough times of pain and anguish, so hopefully they'll do something for you.
The Kinks - A Rock 'N' Roll Fantasy
Faust - Jennifer

Other Blog & Mix Shout Out

So other blogs are better than this one. They write about the music, man. They don't go into personal psychosis and daily observation consistently. Instead they feature artists and DJs and do real interviews with them. This blog does not. Blog does not promote itself much, and when it does it is infrequent and unconfident. I've told him to suck it up, and lose some face. Whats the worst that can happen when you say, "Hey other blog, I love you so. I link you on me, perhaps you can link me on you". I guess they say no, or worse yet, nothing at all, and desecrate your soul. The world is tough, it is time to get used to it.

Just today I found some cool synthy mixes on better blogs/cooler websites with money:
Like this dude Tommyboy and his mix
Or another mix by Jonas Reinhardt
Or an older one from Altair Nouveau
Or this Gavin Russom one

Blog needs to up its game, and somehow convince a relevant artist to make a mix specific to it's internal parts. So if you are a relevant artist, and want to make a mix specific to blog, send over a 1000 word manifesto explaining your merits, and why you should be chosen to put up your mix on OMP. Really sell yourself! I mean, your gonna need to, in order to set yourself aside from all the other applicants.
The Crash Crew - Rock The Spot

Nada

I don't wanna write a post today, but I am, in order to let any devout OMP followers (there are currently 3 of you, world-wide) who frequent the blog know that I am down to go outside of my comfort zone, to blather solely for your (actually "my") enjoyment. I made a very impulsive late night choice over the weekend, which has prevented me from computing at normal speeds. Plus I've been substituting my normal dosage of coffee with toffee, so my energy levels have 5 minute bursts, and are now at an all-time low. There is nothing kicking about my feeble brain, other than that I can't think up anything to write about, so, that is today's topic. Nothing... Booooooo.
Tasha Thomas - Hot Buttered Boogie

Negative Trip

I’m in that mood, where I’d like to kill someone (and it is one specific person), but I’m too burned out to even really feel the rage. In reality I should be more annoyed and be able to just move on with it, but all emotion lately has turned to a sense of anger, which I’m luckily too subdued and lethargic to act upon. My feelings are very back-seated and piteous. This is a result of my coffee buzz wearing off, and I’m literally afraid to delve into the caffeinated zone again, since I absolutely need to re-energize for my extra-occupational tasks later today. I’m sorry, but having 3 large cups of coffee in one day is kinda disgusting in my mind. I once had a power-tie boss (I was working for his start-up outside of his real power-tie job) and was dealt the burnt end of his coffee addiction by just being in his vicinity at 6pm. By that time he was about 5-6 large coffees deep, with the most putrid coffee breath and body odor imaginable. Fucker loved to get right up in my personal space, and give rapid fire instructions, basically dressing me in his foul coffee essence. I don’t wanna be that guy, and I’m therefore living in this emotionally vacuous void, bordering somewhat on this new condition that I just learned about, called Alexithymia (which I guess is somewhat prominent in males). I’m not quite at that point yet, but I’m definitely somewhat abridged in the mental.

Ups to Jon Blunck from Sweaterfunk for clueing me into today's track by Halo.
Halo - Let Me Do It To You

MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

This is a me post, and I don't even want to pretend that its not. Me!!!!! Anyhow, Amywhoa and I worked on an edit of this weird song by The Seiko Brothers, called Children of the Universe, which she grabbed over in Scotland (solely cuz the record [a compilation called Exiled] had a cool logo). Pat Les Stache over at American Athelete put it up on his awesome blog, so go here and download it now.

Scumstache

There are a ton of little bullshit tasks that I wish I could somehow eliminate from my life without ever having to deal with any of the consequences. The ones that really seem to provide me with the most anguish deal primarily with haircuts and shaving. I’ve already provided blog with a long account of my hatred of haircuts, so now it’s time to rant about something that happens even more frequently, and granted, has less risk. I mean if you get a shit haircut, it’s the pits for at least 3 weeks, or until you buzz your head down to size. Shaving is more like a constant mosquito nipping at you ever two days, reminding you (at least in my case) that you could never grow any impressive facial hair other than a scumstache (thank you 25% french canadian heritage) or the dreaded neck beard. Plus blood will be drawn, occasionally, which always seems to happen before a wedding or a (court) date. I can’t foresee any time in my life that I would actually grow anything out and keep a mustache, beard, muttonchops, etc…; sideburns are the extent of the facial look for me.

I’ve actually considered getting the laser hair removal on my face, as the thought of not having to shave 120 times per year seems on the surface to be an nice advantage. However, perhaps having a neck beard will be the new scarf in 2020, and I’d hate to not be adequately equipped to participate in any fledging trend. Laser hair removal is pretty tight though. I mean, if I wanted to, I could permanently etch something cool and simple, like a music note, into my cheek, and people would say "Hey, that dude, likes music". All at once they would understand my bond with sound waves. There was this one dude at my high school, and I forget his name (but it was something epic like “Jazz” or “Turbo”), and not only was he mature beyond his years (both physically and mentally), but he could pull off an entire neon green Sean John jumpsuit with neon green Saucony Shadows (in the exact same hue), and also rocked cool designs in his facial hair, like half a basketball, or a diamond. All the girls loved him, he like, knew all the janitors by their slang/street names, teachers cut him slack, and everybody was giving him 5 at all times.
Golden Dawn - I'll Be Around

Weird Weekend Post

Selfish ass blog kept me up all fucking night, pouting about how he only got one post this week. I was like, "Shut it blog, don't even act like you didn't get two comments on that last post". I mean geez, that fucker gets so damn lonely sometimes that it borders on the pathetic, but regardless, he did manage to inject a strong dose of guilt through my membrane. Just enough to goad me into a very rare and uninspired weekend post (while doing the most cliched thing possible in San Francisco: sitting at a cafe drinking coffee, using the free internet whilst alone at my Macintosh laptop [in a sea of other Macintosh laptops] writing my super-unique blog. Ouch).
Special Request - Salsa Smurf

Plugs: Grow Up

The Monthly Shameless SELF-PROMOTION post has hit again. Yes lemmings, Grow Up is upon us, on March 3rd (2010 btw. 2011 and beyond people, take heed), at Madrone Lounge in San Francisco (and its free!). Maybe its best to just copy and paste the last post I did for Grow Up and save myself that extra bit of time (I just tried to do this by the way, but it turns out it'd be much easier to just write it). So this month we've got heavy-hitter Altair Nouveau (of super label DFA btw, and Solardisco) who will be doing his last DJ set here in SF, before moving to NYC to actually live his life to the fullest (we all know that you can only partially live it up in SF). Also guesting it up, is SF producer/DJ, The Beat Broker (SENTRALL, Flexx, Hands of Time) who has been on fire lately putting out a bunch of new 12"s. I'd like to point out, and this is entirely coincidental, that Myself (Hotthobo), Altair, Beat Broker, and Fenstar, are all (under)graduates of the University of California, Santa Barbara, at different points in time, from '97 - '05 (I think). So we've all experienced the negatives and positives that accompany living in a place comprised mainly of rich whites and working class Mexicans, with perfect weather and an intense, yet homogeneously flawed nightlife and culture. I'm sure this will somehow be reflected (abstractly) in our selections.

So, for this Grow Up, the same rules apply. If you show up, and I don't know you, and you tell me that you're attending Grow Up solely due to the blog, I'll be obligated to buy you a cheap beer. Last time, no one did, but people (I'd never met before) did introduce themselves, a few of whom, even told me that they'd seen OMP. This leads me to assume that either they were too modest to ask for a free drink, or they checked it out once, said "eh, whatever", and brought it up solely for the sake of conversation, not knowing that they could get free beer outta me. Either is okay with me. There are some rules though. Like once you get the beer from me, you can't tell all your friends it worked. Honor system applies people: I'm actually trying to save up some cash right now in preparation for taxes, so don't be fucking with my bank account in order to realize some sly hustle (that I'm calling out right now anyways). If you do that, its both trite, and rude.
Etienne Daho - Il Ne Dira Pas