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Wonderful commute this morning. Sheets of rain. Completely soaked below the knees. Still drying out. Lovely. It's Friday, though, and tomorrow should be (better fucking be) beautiful.

I've been working on some music lately. You'll never hear it. You can thank me later.

May try to see Star Wars this weekend. What ever should I wear? I just don't know.

This is retarded, but kind of funny. I can't really get into it here in the office. I like Store Wars, though. You know, featuring Obi Wan Cannoli, Chewbroccoli and Darth Tater? Organic food lovers will eat it up.

Galaxy Friends

Last night was really great. First off, big ups to everyone who came out and anyone who told me they liked this song or that or asked what I was playing. That shit is like DJ crack. Seriously. So many nice moments, from the guy who freaked when I played the Seeds to the kind words and encouragement from friends. Extra special thanks to Tim, Andy, and Randy for lending me gear, to Shannon for co-piloting and watching me panic, and to Lary for hooking me up with a nice bit of cash. Big big thanks, everybody. You made my night.

So I only fucked up a few times. I had issues with the iPod, unfortunately. It's not so much the iPod's fault as it was the Hut's shitty mixer. I worked it out, though, and it wasn't too big a deal. It's weird—I was so worried I didn't bring enough stuff and there ended up being all this crap I didn't get to play. This guy, Joi, who was pretty drunk kept coming up and requesting shit I didn't have. He was asking for good stuff but I just couldn't help him out. He did recognize the McCarthy song I played and told me that, in his country (the Philippines), it's “their song” or something. Hah. Oh and someone wanted to hear the Misfits and I couldn't do it. Where's Travis when you need him?

It's a little sad to think that last night was probably my last time DJing at Galaxy Hut. It's always been a positive experience and will certainly be something I miss.

Before I forget—did anyone happen to take any photos? Please let me know if you have any good ones.

I'll Come Running to Tie Your Shoes

The Mice Parade show last night was awesome. They had about 6-7 people playing, including drummer Doug Scharin and Kristin Anna, one of the girls from Mum. It was a percussive delight, I tell ya. Doug is an amazing drummer, first of all—overrated or not, and was playing some great dynamic, odd-metered stuff. At one point he and Adam Pierce (the main mouse) did this great drum solo with Adam going off on this hand drum he was sitting on. I'm not usually a big fan of drum solos, either, but this was lovely. The crowd was sparse...maybe 1/3 capacity or something, but they seemed to be pretty into it. It was kind of cool that way, actually. In fact, there was nary a hipster to be found; I like that. So that's 2/2 great shows from those guys. Good work. [Special thanks to Tim for driving and sparing me from Metro-ing or sitting at home and missing a cool show.]

We caught most of Boom Bip's set before Mice Parade went on, and it was much better than I expected. They had a full band and were way more rock than I would've guessed—drums, kb/laptop, guitars, bass. It's weird; that first album is like indie ambient hip hop, and this new one...do I have a fake or something? Honestly, I haven't listened to Blue Eyed in the Red Room a whole lot because it didn't really grab me a first, but their kraut-inspired set last night didn't sound much like the album at all; I actually found it way more engaging and interesting. We didn't stay for Headphones, but I'm guessing we didn't miss much.

So, I'm DJing tonight at good old Galaxy Hut. I'm sure you noticed the flyer in my previous post (which seemed to go over like a lead balloon, but whatever). I've decided not to bring my turntable. It's too much trouble for only playing a few bits of vinyl. It looks like it's gonna be all-digital: CD decks and my trusty iPod. My set will range from the wonderful to the fantastic. That's the good news. The bad news is that I'll be playing everything backwards. Sorry, technical difficulties.

And finally, this just in: Joe Pernice (of the Pernice Brothers) now resembles a young Jerry Garcia. What's up, Joe? It looks like you've been spending way too much time at home. Why not tour a little and play a show for me?

Oh well, click through to view his self-produced pilot for MTV's Cribs. It's pretty funny, for just some guy showing you around his house.

DJed