

Here is a short list of thoughts, statements, facts, and questions in early morning of 2009, March 1st.
1. I am not a DJ. I do DJ from time to time at bars to make some extra cash, and I am a control freak so I like picking songs that I want to hear. In no way on the other hand do I know how a Serrado works, beat matching or anything of the sort. I like good music that sounds good to be. It’s subjective and I hope someone liked it, that’s all.
2. Our night was fun, but no one really showed up. What do you know? At the same time, everyone I wanted to be there was there(not true ufo), and everyone else who couldn’t make it won’t see my face for a while. I always go out of my way to check out what my friends are up to. You guys who came to night, returned the favor and I love you for it.
3. MOAB is the best metal band in Los Angeles and I hope Martin knows this. Everyone loves them and they aren’t signed yet. It’s fucking retarded, and if someone doesn’t do it soon, Trademark is going to have to take out a loan and do something about this.
4. “Nights” in general are lame. Really? Go fuck yerself! Stay home and listen to Ariel Pink and jack off on garage band in a leotard. Get fucking cool, put makeup on, adorn a cape and get crazy. Why is everyone so lame? Post Modernism, blah blah blah. Fuck yerselves. Crash a car fast. Do something people will remember.
5. I am making rice, and I am so broke that I threw all my last food into the pot. 3 cloves garlic, hot sauce, chili powder, herbs, and goulosh paste. Anyone want to make me lunch tomorrow?
6. Toronto was amazing. Best time I can remember having. This is going to be a beautiful year if god allows it. God.
God makes me hungry for nachos. G’night!