Spent last night at the Mondrian, something about the beds there make me a significantly happier individual. Party was crackin, despite the usual Mondrian problems (hour to set up monitor, Ramy having to bring a turntable to swap out, Astonish telling me to lick the cartridge connectors to have them work). Chris at the bar is the man, flaming shots etc and Jake inspired me to walk around with glasses of cognac… Carnegie killed his set, and he dropped that Ol Green “Pump it Up” which is a super banger, and then J-Scratch from LA was pretty fucking awesome (been trying to cut my swearing in person down, so I’m upping the internet quotient to balance things out), he was really killing it. We had a great turnout, although everyone was pretty skeptical at 10:45, and I’m pretty happy with how it all went down. The pictures are also ludicrous.
Mondrian is a tight hotel, the room with the forbidden apple, the sheep and clouds, the pakm trees and blue lit pathways etc. I was at the Clarendon last night to visit Joel, they kicked us off the rooftop bar (amazing) for a Jaguar party because hotel guests were raiding the buffet (lol, indie hotel meets corporate events). I loooove the look of the Clarendon, and the shifting giant blue lights outside are sick as well. Epidemic is doing rooftop events there now on Sunday, so it’s going ot be a regular haunt, we just gotta get them to up the liquor inventory (no JW Blue? No Hendricks?).
Worked on the show set yesterday for the next set of shows. We’re taking it back to where we started (less hits, more party rap), because our shows when we were jumping around yelling and synchronized dancing we’re much funner, and we are about to go to spring break and songs like Sex Packets, Drugs in My Body, Monchichi, Studio 54 etc are gonna go over well (I see a chorus of screaming drunk hormonal teens screaming “I’m so high I could fuck a star…”, we are the new ultimate college party band…). The only down side is the radio program directors are gonna be watching and while we’re gonna rock these kids worlds, we’re performing none of our potential radio hits. Cue conversation with management:
“So what did you think of Silver Medallion this weekend?
Why do you keep calling us? We can’t put that cocaine shit on the radio…”
End conversation.
Sigh, that’s what you get for getting a buzz of of xxx rated music then making a completely clean pop record. On the plus side we're joing Iglo and Hartly, Asher Roth and LMFAO and the ads on the air list all of us and make us sound like we're on...
Arggggg. Finished writing two new songs “Island Girl”, and “We are Not Alone (Satellites)” the former about evading government persecution, the latter about the states bordering Russia during the Cold War.
Jokes.
Just wait until we get a Gangsta Grillz mixtape…
