Homeostasis

Lies, False Lovers And Finnish folk songs
I will always have this returning feeling
A constant companion and reminder
Of a beautiful life

Bikes, beers and bruises
Over Venice at sunset
And as quickly as a rolling stones song
You’re gone

The Artificial Hearts - Your Life Is Vague (zshare)

Jesse I Love You....

The Decembereists - Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect (zshare)

Live Set @ MNML 5.15.09

Live techno mix recorded at MNML in CA
Unfortch I was pretty intoxicated and red lined my way through the set, so the bass is pretty distorted.
Sounded great in the club, not so great in the recording.
Still was a great set so grab it if you so desire.
MC Dirty Nick killed it!
http://www.zshare.net/audio/602197992a16f27d/

Fear And Clothing In Las Vegas

The Folks in vegas have some pretty strange taste in fashion... and by that I mean non existant. The drive from Los Angeles to Vegas is always so beautiful. I have inherited the love of the sea and desert from my mother. I always love the contrast of the absolute peace in Mojave, to being smack in the middle of a shitstorm on the strip in Vegas. It kind of reminds me of the Oregon Trail game, everything's going great until you get cholera or an ox dies. I was feeling lucky driving in, I was right.
When we arrived at the Sahara hotel (where gamblers go to die) they screwed up our reservation and upgraded us to a huge suite with a balcony. In the hotel hallway we found a half case of Coors light which I promptly moved into our hotel room and consumed.

Had a blast at the Hard Rock. Ive never had so many drink tickets in 10 years of Djing, it proved to be a challenge.
After Hard Rock we trecked out to MY Vegas, North Vegas, "old Vegas" which the only part worth going to. Seedy strippers, compulsive gamblers, and cracked out grandmas at the slot machines always gives me a nice view into other worlds. Best people watching around by far other than in New York. We settled in at a roulette table at the Golden Nugget with "Rick from Ohio" and a bunch of other hilarious drunken 50 something men who were deep into beers and VERY serious about winning. The cocktail waitress was in her 50's and looked like she had seen some shit in her life, I almost wanted to ask her for advice. I tipped her $5. We ordered some beers and the pit boss gave me a free pack of smokes being that I was the only girl in the casino at 7am. I rarely gamble so an older Filipino man was telling us how to play. He must have been my good luck charm because I won seven rounds in a row! At this point "Rick from Ohio" and his friends began matching my bets. The pit boss ended up changing our dealer 5 times during this period. Almost everyone at the table won. I turned $5 into $140 then settled on $60. We left the nugget and walked outside to realize the sun was rising, but the casino across the street had $2 coronas...pit stop, more madness. Headed to the hotel and was going to sleep as Ive had horrible insomnia but instead passed out for 3 hours before deciding on going swimming. Was going to stay in Vegas another night, but way too tired and nothing but trouble. Driving back was so peaceful. My inboxes are reaching maximum capacity, so much work to be done tonight, but I'll try to get some good rest. I love my life and all of you. Giving it up to the universe, and a big high five to god.

Im also falling in love with El Perro Del Mar. Great stuff!
EL PERRO DEL MAR :: Hello Goodbye

To Try....

And to disappear completely.
Can often be a beautiful thing.
When the soul is too tired and too good.
For games and indecision.
And everyone wants a piece.
When they know your worth.
It is best to disappear.
Into the desert.
With bloodshot eyes.
And smiling friends.
to rebuild the walls
you tore down for a moment

TONIGHT!

Sleep has not been coming easy for me these past few days but Ive been having a blast in LA which is rare. My friends here are amazing sitting by the pool with old friends today was nice, thinking of wintering here or Barcelona.
MNML party is tonight. I rarely get to play techno in the states and its sort of meditative for me so I'm pretty pumped!
I love you.

Oh The Things Insomnia Brings.....

Plane to Los Angeles 5.14.09

JFK Delta terminal reminds me of a day shift hooker, not quite clean or new enough to warrant good feelings but enough to do the job when insomnia and writers block have plagued you the night before. I get the window seat as usual and let my mind wander while listening to Chopin and Satie.

New York is rainy and chilly leaving. I love take off. The older woman sitting next to me continuously blows her nose while reading Birds and Blooms Magazine. Her hands are beautifully covered in age spots, reminds me that I won’t be young forever. Enjoy it, don’t worry so much. Her husband is a kind faced man with wrinkles of many past smiles. Life is good. I am scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles around noon. I wonder if Alyssa will be awake that early to pick me up from the airport, screenwriters sleep in. The stewardess asks me if I want peanuts, I decline, too much salt. She says she likes my “ensemble” and that it makes her smile. I’m wearing huge headphones, a jet blue eye mask underneath, as well as a warm hoodie strategically placed as to shield me from screaming babies. The older woman next to me offers me her peanuts anyway, I smile and politely decline. Kindness. So far it’s a good flight (rare for Delta) and there’s the promise of old friends I long to hug. Sometimes inspiration can be as a one night stand. Write more, sing more, travel more, live more, worry less, tout sera bien. My heart is tired and heavy due to lack of sleep, run on sentences, typos, love and fear and over analyzing but continues as if it is on autopilot to a destination I thought not to exist. I’m tired and delirious (obviously) but the clouds have parted and the sunlight pierces the airplane cabin like waking up from a bad dream. Alyssa picks me up at LAX on time, we share smokes and jokes on the way to West Hollywood and there is not one single cloud in the sky. Tout sera bien.

Happy Birthday Stevie !!!

what genius producer would come up with the "brilliant" idea to add dancers to the mix? its stevie fucking wonder!!! Thats like someone putting a neon blinking frame on the mona lisa.