Not really sure what even happened the last few days since I posted.
All I know is I ended up in Hawaii.
Ah... And then it all becomes clear.
Saturday Barcelona, hunted cougars, rocking the suit, really showing these AZ kids how to dress (step your cufflink game up) :)
Sunday, we performed at Furio, which actually ended up going really well. We had like the worst sound-system and kinda sucked our way through the first hour, at which point Justin got us TANKED off strange colored drinks and we went on to kill the second set, all I can remember is two-stepping to Electric Feel and making love to the mic on Superstar. The girl with the brown hair that left early, you need to call me. I assume you've been stalking me ever since I sang to you three songs straight and have been anxiously awaiting my blog post (call me!). Long story short they hired us back for every other Sunday in August, we went to PCL and did it real big on drink passes and tip money and didn't sleep until our 944 photo shoot.
That was tight, the interview was chill, lotta the basic questions, but homie took copious notes and I hope he writes us up to look like the proverbial interracial sliced toast. But even if he doesn't, this studio, which was killing it, took some awesome shots. Carnegie is getting his hair cut sitting down by Art while I'm in a suit with no shirt, Converse hanging around my neck, reading 1980's anti-drug propaganda. Eat that haters... Anyway, should be one hell of an amusing page. Classic moment in the photo shoot (9am) when they bring out some liquor bottles for props and Carn starts just going in on the tequila. The assistant's face was classic. Apparently they don't do such things early in the morning. I on the other hand was going nowhere near the Christian Brother Brandy, rather be sipping Easy Jesus... We ended up at Hometown Buffet.
Mike was back in town so I kicked it with him for a bit, went to Zuma, where they wouldn't let Chili in. We we're all rocking new Bobby Fresh t-shirts, hottest stuff we've gotten from a sponsor yet, and his was apparently too big, but anyway Tempe on a monday sucks (sorry Brian) so we went to Crown Room and got it in like cinnamon. There Justin got me nice and drunk (I love that he's at a different club every night and 3/5 nights I'm there) off whatever, while Jason counted out my pay in cash in front of more people than I was comfortable with (mental note, need to start bringing security everywhere), and then Jon Gluck tried to convince me he was actually at our show. I knew he wasn't because we talked all that trash about him (fat kid from Superbad looking-ass), but it was worth the effort. One day he'll come through and the roast will begin (our "how Jon Gluck is like a black stereotype" routine is to die for).
6am airport (thanks Mike) and now I'm in Hawaii, catching waves, still doing flyers and all that bruhahah. Life here is good :) And we got booked to open for DJ Muggs in August for Coca Cola. And we're on a mixtape with Kid Cudi and all the other up and coming electro-hiphop-pop acts of the year, they sent us a pretty dope beat, can't complain at all...
