Monday, June 18, 2007

going to the dentist, part 1

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I have to leave for the dentist in ½ hour. I haven’t been to the dentist in 4 years. Xrays and cleaning will cost $410. I already know they are going to tell me that I need to have the wisdom tooth that is making a nuisance of itself removed. This doesn’t have anything to do with music.

Last week on Thursday I became sort of depressed (call it the Barcelona come-down) and didn’t want to leave my apartment. Being the responsible person I am, I got on an airplane two Sundays ago, as scheduled, because I thought I would need to be here for a job that is about to begin construction. As it turns out, a certain person with the initials A.P. (would that I could give her full name and contact details so that I could solicit you to send her random hate mail) hadn’t communicated clearly her requirements for a Certificate of Insurance and has managed to delay the paperwork circus. Meanwhile, the contractor, who is one of the best contractors is the city and we are damned lucky to have his attention, seems to be stalling as well. In short, there was absolutely no reason why I had to get on that airplane and I should have stayed in Barcelona and gone to the Sonar Festival. Have you taken a look at the Multimedia section? Lately I’ve been subjected to a number of bad video/music performances, and would have been fantastic to see something interesting, just to clear my head out.



Jost Muxfeldt - Audio Kinematics

I did see Lily Allen perform on Tuesday and Sasha spin for a private party at Cielo on Thursday, so I really shouldn’t be moping.Must leave for the dentist now.If the nerves in my gums somehow don’t affect the nerves in my fingers, I may type more about this later.


Ok. That was an irrational fear. The dentist was easy. You know they take digital xrays of your teeth these days? The wisdom tooth is coming out on Friday. Let's hope they give me lots of anesthetics.

I like Lily Allen. She picks fights/gets picked on by the same people I would choose to pick on/get in a fight with, if I did that sort of thing: Bob Geldorf, Cheryl Tweedy (of Girls Aloud), Chris Moyles. She's beautiful, has got a great vibe, can sing, and her lyrics make Kate and I laugh. Her father (Keith Allen) is Welsh.

Sasha is also Welsh. I’m guessing he just wanted to test out some new material on a small crowd with a really good sound system last Thursday. The event was not publicized and what special list my friend Elie is on, I have no idea. As I mentioned previously, that Thursday I had been alternately staring at the ground, then the ceiling, then questioning the momentum of my life and wondering how trying to be a responsible adult would ever pay off, then staring at New York out of my window and trying to make it all turn into Barcelona. The phone rings. I haven’t spoken with Elie in nine months because he’s been locked up inside of the GSD. “I have a plus one,” he says. Suddenly, I’m not stuck staring at flat surfaces anymore. These days Sasha uses Ableton Live (a piece of software) to create his mixes, which means he’s not playing a track and then fading into another- he’s mixing the various layers of his tracks live. Is there a new word for someone who does this? Live-DJ-producer-programmer? Sasha didn’t fail my high expectations of him. Fuck Barcelona. I didn’t really mean that.

Funny Sonar review… read The Bad- Como se dice afterhours?

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