NEW GIRLS MAKE ME DIE EVERY NIGHT

Man, Just when I thought I was home free and relaxing in my friends new england cabin, I rcv'd a phone call from my boy in New York. He'd been phoning me all day and finally I caved in to take his call. He start asking me questions about girls for like 5 minutes. At some point I realised he was talking about the San Francisco band, Girls. I had listened to their album two days ago and had to stop because it was f**kin' SOLID. However, it's not all that original. They kinda do what the band Vietnam did when they were around. So when I told my boy I was over Girls, he start calling me a f**kin' "homo." No diss necessary, I'm sure most people will love the Girls. But when you have lived through the seventies and eighties and nineties, your ears are well seasoned to know a good re-run when you hear it. Now, since most bands are going back in decades searching for the next best sound, I gathered some decent new tracks from bands like Crayon Fields and Atlas Sound. I'm sure their labels will be telling me to withdraw it very soon, so grab it f**kers!
In other news regarding girls, the Godfather of Girls, Roman Polanski has been arrested. Why? Well, back in 77' Roman had "Celebrity Hot Tub in Jack Nicholson's house with some lolitas! I fell in love with him and Americans hated him ever-since...either way the Swiss gov't have not made it certain that he would be sent back to the USA for charges, but there is a chance all charges can be dropped, if the girl, now a e-list cougar actress, denies her previous allegation and bring forthsthe truth: BIG BIRD DID IT!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGIE BUCKNELL, A year Wiser and still glad to have you around!
***BANDS THAT MAKE YOU LOVE GIRLS or maybe start listening to Amazing Baby or the Historics or some other band that's been doing this s**t for a minute!

Crayon Fields- We're so old we believe it- from 2006 Album Animal Bells
Atlas Sound- Shiela- No relation to the NYC band, Schieles
Girls- Ghost Mouth-From the album, Album

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SUNNY F**KING PORTO RICO!!!!

(Photo taken Before meeting Spicoli)
I was surprised to Google this blog to find that people still write for this!? I'm not saying anything bad about it. It's just weird that people are submitting stories to talk about native American girlfriends and fashion boutiques. Wasn't this blog supposed to be about music and s**t. Oh well, I guess everyone gets a little side-tracked. Last week I was fortunate enough to visit Puerto Rico. I hadn't been there ever and had always wanted to go. I guess it was something I had to get out of my system. The food was tasty and carbo-stocked- Just like the food above 145th street! I traveled with a fellow musician friend of mine and he was dumb enough to bring his girlfriend. There was more than enough prostitutes to go around and not like the ones you see on Sunset blvd. or worse like Hunts Point in the Bronx. No these girls/boys hadn't ever seen a mobile phone made after the year 2000, let alone get f**ked with one! So, I enjoyed myself and had the pleasure of watching my friend bang his girl missionary style. Just when I thought it was hopeless, I met this boy ( I nicked named him Spicoli)who sold me 10 joints for 5 dollars. He had to be no older than 10, man. He was like, "Papa! Papa! Smokey-smoke!" and all I could think was, Fuck YEAH, KID! Next thing I know me and Spicoli are drinking cocitos(pronounced Coke-key-toes), rum shots off whores, and doing lines off the resort brochure -definitely had a bodacious time! Later that night, on my way to my room, I realised I spent $500 dollars fucking about with Spicoli. Hell, I never wanted to do any of that. I just wanted to meet some babes, get drunk, and go para-sailing. And I did! I just didn't want to spend $500 bucks hanging around some spanish midget druglord.

Bon Iver (my boy was making swet sweet love to his girl to this song) For Emma- from For Emma Forever

Deerhunter- Little Kids- From Microcastle (To my puerto-rican homie, Spicoli)

HOLYSMOKES!! IT'S FASHION WEEK!!!!

                  (Frances in A. Trimble SS10 presentation. This girl ROCKS IT CRAZYFACE'd!)

It was another s**t-rippin' moment in New York! Fashion Night Out was like some thirst-induced social experiment where every fashion store, mom& pop, woman, man, baby with any sense of style all bombarded the streets parading around manhattan drinking and kissing in the search for the next best "Scene". Meanwhile, I was kicking it with the "Hipster Grifter and Terry Richardson at the Bowery Hotel. Some folks had fun at the Rogan store soiree or mojitos at Daryl K. Others enjoyed jelly beans and THE RAPTURE at Prada. James Friedman and my boy, Steve Christian were lurking about Prada checking out the digs and tossing back drinks- classic! On Saturday I did Make up with Claudia Lake at Untitled 11:11 and went fleeing to Milk Studios for Band of Outsiders and Victor Glemaud's fashion Show. Some time after, I was at some secret United Bamboo party getting drunk with Chris Green and Sam Kouame. Brian Degraw Dj'd the worst shit ever(I wanna f**king beat you down B.) and Sebastian Kim made me blush. Fun! Here are some images from fashion week...but what really counts is the music- whatever that means!

CFCF- Monolith- from the previously unreleased Continent Bonus EXPLORERS
HEALTH- Die Slow- from the 2009 album Get Color

p.s. propers to A.Trimble, Beatrice Flores, Matt LeKhac, Dan Au, Sebastian Kim, Chloe Melde, Olivier Zahm- Good times!!

                                                               (Photos: Andy  Ono)

LABORING POEM

I spent it in California. At some point, while sitting still, the world began to move. 

Images by Andy, Lina, and Paul.

FIN.

BROKEN and BURNED in LA

                                                                        (photo by: Pavel Morozov)
I feel like I've been allover the place lately. Korean Frank and I went to the Adirondacks to scout some scene locations for his new movie. Which later, after eating Japanese shabu in the village,  I was stranded in New York...but not for long. A friend of mine came to the rescue and let me crash at her place. And you know, for the first time I realised I could open up to her. I never realised how much we share in common or like the various new bands we like- it was an eye opener! I know I'm sounding all "Robert Smith" but that night made me realise something about me- I was way too aloof for my own good. 

I sat in her room listening to Edwarde Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros meanwhile watching her load photos of Jay-Z and Beyonce at Sunday's Grizzly Bear concert.  Jay-Z is really tall. Soon after our moment, I found myself fleeting through the NYC subways and Ivy bound through Philly to meet with my folks before leaving town. That's when I realised I left my phone charger in Brooklyn-DAMN! But it's all good. I'll be in LA in no time and hanging out with Bea'. This weekend, I plan to play frisbee and find me some good LA arrachera tacos! I hear that when you're suffering from loss, it means you're suffering from pain. You've been burned. The object to living well,  is to avoid pain altogether and accept pleasure- Unknown pleasures!

Songs to pleasurize yourself to:

Video: Desert Song by ESATMZ

Blue Foundation- Bonfires- From the album Sweep of Days

Yacht- Psychic City-From 2009 album on DFA records See Mystery Lights