Monday, February 6, 2017

"Me convierto en agua, me convierto en ola

I dozed off like night discovering on of the best DJ's I've come across in a while. It takes me hours of digging sometimes to find a new sound but this was well worth the time invested. I stumbled across Nicola Cruz' Boiler room set and was blown away from beginning to end. Could be partly because of the environment I was experiencing it in. "Michael Bull, who has written frequently about the impact of the Walkman and the iPod, points out that we often use these devices to “aestheticize urban space.”4 We carry our own soundtrack with us wherever we go, and the world around us is overlaid with our music. Our whole life becomes a movie, and we can alter the score for it over and over again: one minute it’s a tragedy and the next it’s an action film. Energetic, dreamy, or ominous and dark: everyone has their own private movie going on in their heads, and no two are the same. That said, the twentieth-century philosopher Theodor Adorno, ever the complainer, called this situation “accompanied solitude,” DAVID BYRNE, HOW MUSIC WORKS I had already settled in my mind what the soundtrack of the morning would be when I woke for my morning hula session. I started My mouth has never experienced such a delightful texture as coconut sponge. It is the form the coconut water takes when it solidifies when the coconut is sprouted. It's like the cotton candy of coconut. My mouth is watering just thinking about the delicacy. And I swear it tastes even better when I see the amount of work it takes to crack one of those suckers open! Freshly sliced by machete, I'll take it!

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

"You Got Them Dimples In Your Jaw"

Little foxy pirate mittens, spinning in the frontyard to some classic Animals jams!
TUANIS, MOP!

Friday, December 9, 2016

Shangri-La

Anticipation. Eagerness. Sexiness. Loneliness. Contentment. Resentment. Lust. Love Excitement.
Feeling everything. "Home" alone the night before I depart once again for Costa Rica to hideout for the winter. Fourth year doing so. You'd think I'd gotten the swing of it by now. And don't get me wrong... I've learned alot from my previous years. Like NOT to bring a TRUNK full of vinyl to an area only accessible by boat. Each year it gets easier. But at the same time, each year it gets more intense.
What is this feeling? Where is my homeland? There she goes...escaping to paradise again. It's true, I really have swore off pants, and yea jungle living can be as easy as bikinis & coconuts. But even paradise has it's problems. I'm already preparing myself for being droppoed off by boat at the bay. No more kickin' it cool in the city headed for the neon lights. Yea...I'm sure alot of people have been to Costa Rica...and I' not knocking them. But, man. THIS life? It's different. Monkeys can steal your sandwich. Crabs can crawl in your tent. Snakes can inhabit those beautiful flower vaes...the same ones you stick your head so close to to smell. And god damnit can anybody here me? ANYONE? Scared to sing? FUCK. Siren on a seacliff and I didn't get cast for this role. My head is spinning just thinking about the changing of worlds. But hey, if I've learned anything from the animals, it's to adapt to your environment for survival. And this jungle cats on a mission. Sure, I'm barely breathing. But just taking it all in. Some may never know...just HOW remote. What I have to give up to be here. But nothing like the jungle air. So I bid my time swinging from vines , paddling away the time.
But when I/m out on that ocean blue... better believe I'm still thinking of you...
BUt I do my own thing. And I know the bees sting.
But can't help me of thinking of all that could be.
But who would want me? If I didn't want me?
So the jungle I will head
To make sense of all the things we left unsaid.
Regain my confidence & style
Through livin' in sync with the wild.
Last sounds before I drift to bed...Shangri La running through my head.

Monday, December 5, 2016

After the Laughter Comes Tears

I'll try to hold my sorrows. I wonder...can I hold them till tomorrow?
Trying to decide what my favorite remix of this classic is like trying to decide if I like coconuts more than mangoes. Impossible task. Depends on the time of the season. But that being said, these are two amazing renditions of an old gem. Hope you dig 'em as much as I do. This one is from "The Light in the Attic" celebrating their 10 year anniversary. It was released on colored vinyl with contemperorary artists on side A covering the original tunes showcased on side B. This one reaches to my darker side. Nicolas Jaar is one of my absolute favorites because of his unique sound and originality. This is truly a hauntingly beautiful rendition.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

Awesome day filming in Brooklyn with Justin W. King Design. This is our third time working together on a project. We have really gotten to know eachother's style which makes it effortless to let the creativity flow. I think the reason we enjoy working together so much is because we both have a strong love for conceptual ideas and trying things outside the box. Had a killer time on this shoot rockin' vinyl in the streets and doing headstands in the allewaty. And anytime Cream is streaming through the airwaves, I can't help but dance myself into a deep daze sporting a devilish grin. New York, I really DO love you.