Thursday, December 28, 2006

I just flew back from the Carribbean...

...and boy are my arms tired.




Yes, between gigundous, hideous, ridiculous plumbing problems in my century-plus-old house, the fella and I managed to get out of Dodge this xmas with our pals Ed & Olga and go kick it in Bonaire for yet another year. There will be pictures from Olga at some point here - keep checking back and look for the ones that say Bonaire under them.

I am tanner than I should be - the kind of tan that my mother will say makes me look healthy, and my friends will say makes me look sick, but what can I say? That's what 7 days in direct sun will do to an e, you know? Weather was amazing, and I'm missing it terribly - 90 out of the water, 82 - 84 in. Ugh. Did the pilot really say it was 34 degrees in Washington????

We had some amazing dives - got to see 2 spotted eagle rays, couple of sea turtles, countless sea horses, couple cool starfishes, some REALLY cool rainbow parrotfishes that must have been 3 feet long, sheesh - tons of stuff. We did 2 cool night dives, one at Salt Pier, and one at Town Pier. All in all, we did about 3-4 shore dives a day, then A & I rested with a margarita by the ocean in the evenings (at least, the ones where we weren't diving...)

One particularly oddball highlight (especially when taken out of context), was with one of the more interesting fish I've ever seen in person; Captain Don of Captain Don's Habitat (there are 2 pics of The Captain back there - one on "captain" and one on "don" - yes, that is a wooden peg leg. He also sometimes rocks an eye patch. no shit). Every so often, the resort has a "meet the captain" cocktail reception, where he comes and meets people staying there, etc. Now, I will grant you that The Captain has done tremendous things for Bonaire - basically spearheading efforts to save and protect the reefs for the last 40 years, that kind of stuff. But talking to him one-on-one is definitely an experience.

After telling me that I look very young in a way that made me feel like excusing myself and hiding in my closet, he said to me (and I quote, verbatim) "So, I've become very interested in the study of getinal mutilization lately."

No, that is not a typo. The man said "getinal". He also said "mutilization". Just thought I'd point that out...

Um, first five minutes of meeting this complete stranger, and he brings up genital mutilation... oh, sorry - "getinal mutilization". Andy and I COULD. NOT. LOOK. AT. EACH. OTHER. He went on to tell me all about his internet girlfriend and the MANY naked pictures he's gotten of her full-body tattoos, all kinds of stuff. Certainly one of the more intimate conversations I've ever had with a complete stranger. Andy and I later agreed that we were super excited to meet The Captain - until he started speaking. Then we both felt like the cat in the Pepe Le Pew cartoons - struggling to be free.

All of that aside, I reflect back, and can truly only focus on the bliss of completely floating, soundless, 60 feet under water - it is an unequalled calm in my life, and one I wish to repeat as soon as humanly possible.

Monday, December 18, 2006

yeah, I know - another quiz

Dude - I've had literally the worst week when it comes to depressing kid stuff. Last night a gentleman Andy and I know told us that his adorable little grandson drowned in a community swimming pool last july. How fucked up is that?

Anyway, it's been a truly odd and sad winter for this DJ. So, instead of gettin all down and things, I'm gonna do a quiz.

I know - worst. segue. ever.

This one is called the 100 question quiz:

100. First off, what's your name? I'm not tellin
99. Why were you named that? cause I'm friggin cool.
98. Who is your best friend? duh. andy.
97. Do you have any siblings? 3 crazy sisters
96. Are your parents together/divorced/separated? divorced/remarried
95. Favorite color? black to wear, orange to look at
94.whos your favorite NFL star? what's an NFL star again?
93. What does the 7th message in your text inbox on your phone say? Okay, verbatim it literally says, "Rod is a frickin idiot.Got the sound working but I have hiss in the lower 2. He had some bad cords. If I keep music flowing, it's not 2 bad. 2 long 4 me 2 replace." Cryptic? I think yes.
92. What about the 13th? "Sweet!"
91. Who sits behind you in 4th period? HUH?
90. Who sits to the left? Stupid question #2. You get an F
89. Where is your mom right now? I dunno. Probably asleep
88. Do you have any kids? hells no
87. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from? the aforementioned moms
86. Closest black object. clothes on my back
85. Closest silver object. my bling
84. Have you ever jumped a fence running from a cop?no
83. Do you sing in the shower? Yes, but it's usually something reeeeallly annoying
82. Do you own any pets? froggies
81. How does your hair look right now? adorable. pshaw.
80. Last time you listened to country music? week ago or less
79. Have you ever been to a concert? Jesus, who made this quiz?
78. If you could kill someone, who? Joey Lauren Adams for her FUCKING voice alone
77. What are your fears? clowns and fingernails
76. Do you still pee your pants? um, exsqueeze me? baking powder?
75. What do you hear right now? Andy shuffling about
74. How many drugs are in your system right now? depends on what you consider "drugs"
73. What kind of drunk are you? happy & sleepy
72. What are you wearing? clothes
71. Last person you commented? I assume this is some sort of internet speak I'm not privy to...?
70. Do you sing? um, didn't we already talk about this? The shower knows my bad musical secrets.
69. Since we're on the number, have you ever 69ed? nice, dirty pants!
68. Screamo or Country? cookie monster death metal (it's called Arch Enemy - look into it)
67. Rock or Rap? yes
66. Last person you sent naked pictures to? nobody never
65. Who did you last call? Andy. Again with the obvious questions
64. Who last called you? Mellie Mel
63. What jewelry do you wear daily? A bracelet that my grandmother's uncle gave her when she was 13 and my wedding ring
62. Are you happy right now? pretty much
61. Who did you last say you loved? that aforementioned fella o' mine
60. Would you die for someone? without question
59. If so, who? my man-friend and the 4 little bubs my sisters gave to me
58. Who wants to hang out with you tonight? everybody - duh.
57. What do you smell right now? some french spirit that Andy's drinkin.
56. Do you have to pee right now? no
55. What did you do last night? got pleasantly drunk at a party where the host served unbelievably good wine
54. What are you doing today? chillin' like bob dylan
51. Do you cuss? fuck yeah, beeeeotch
50. Bedsheet color. grey
49. Wall color. purple
48.What is your moms name? Robin
47. Do you cut yourself? only when I open envelopes - icky
45. Do you have makeup on right now? yes
43. Are you shy? believe it or not, horribly
42. Your hero? Danny Elfman
41. Last alcoholic beverage you consumed? wine
40. Favorite ice cream? rice dream mint chocolate chip
39. Have you ever layed with a member of the opposite sex? I'm starting to be convinced this was made by a 12 year old in North Dakota or something...
38. America or Canada? blame Canada
37. What makes you mad? see question #78. Girls with annoying voices make me crazy.
36. What if you found out you were adopted? My whole life would make a lot more sense
35. Jeans or Sweatpants? jeans
34. Do you like guys/girls with short or shaggy hair? don't give a crap
33. Name 6 things in your room? andy, our couch, froggies, dorkin comic panel, godspeedyoublackemperor poster, portraits of our old car Lil Moses
32. Do you have socks on? yes
31. Do you own any big sunglasses? totally - andy says I look like a sleestack
29. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? I was a goth girl - wtf do you think?
28. Black or White? black
27. Hollister or Hot Topic? tripp
25. Last time you were at Buffalo Wild Wings? haven't eaten meat for about 8 years
24. Do you miss anyone right now? Mr. Phil
23. Do you ever use sarcasm? no, never
22. Have you ever went to school without makeup? um, I think you mean 'gone'.
21. Are you a good singer? dude - what the hell is it with you and the friggin singing???
20. Do you love Jesus? um... could you ask me another question about singing?
19. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? of course
18. Do you go to church? never
17. Do you shower naked? exactly what do they do in North Dakota outside of singing, loving Jesus and showering with clothes on?
16. Ever talked on the phone all night? when I was a kid
15. What grade are you in? a millionth
14. LFO or Otown? if I knew what they were, I'm sure I might have an opinion
13. Do you speak any other languages? fairly terrible spanish
12. What day is it? monday
10. Do you love your friends? I love my friends and all my friends are in love
09. Are you in a band. yes - believe it or not, I'm in a death metal band with Andy and another friend of ours called Fuchida. You will worship Fuchida.
08. Do you like your music loud or soft? loud when I wanna rock out, soft when I don't
07. First female name you think of. jane
06. First male name you think of. dexter
05. What were you doing an hour ago? cleaning out my closet
04. Last beverage drank? still drinking - glass of wine
03. What is your current worry? hot water heater dying and flooding the house before we have it replaced tomorrow
02. What is your eye color? brownish goldish
01. i dont really care. Okay, so I have a question for you, then. Do they HAVE stuff to do in North Dakota aside from bollocks quizzes?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Right Round - 12/15/06 - Commentary

Okay, so I guess I should say off the bat that I thought last night was terrible. Kids who were there might beg to differ, but from my perspective, it was absolute crap.

First of all, it was 5,000 degrees in the backstage - not a lot I can do about that, and they did really try to get the temperature under control, so most times I have to just throw my hands in the air like I just don't care (werd up). Just made me feel that I need to get a couple of additional fans to get the air moving. Whatever... sometimes it's just hot. But I know how it is, too - when the upstairs has music that you love just as much, it's totally not worth it to stay down in that little sweat box.

Next, I was up against Steve EP's Duran Duran vs. New Order night. I'm so not surprised that this had the effect it did (which is to say abysmally low attendance), but I was disappointed. My room ebbed and flowed, but when it was empty it was PAINFULLY empty. This was a first for me, and it brought my mood down unbelievably. The peeps who were there seemed to have a great time, but I swear I was just so bummed.

Finally, I was just off my game. Fridays are difficult for me, as I was working all day, running late all day, etc. I just couldn't get my shit together, and I felt it showed. I'm not gonna post my setlist this month, cause frankly I just don't feel like it. So there.

The bright side to all of this (thank god...) is that the BC and I discussed the possibility of moving Right Round upstairs in February!!! I truly hope we do that - the dancing fools would be so very happy.

Anyway, time to wash last night out of my hair and move on. In 3 days I leave for the Carribbean to spend a week with my fella and our friends under the ocean, thank god. I think that just might help me to get over it... :)

Friday, December 15, 2006

spread the love this holiday season

Every year, Andy and I make a holiday donation to a charity that is near and dear to our hearts - we do this in the name of our families, and are happy that we've been fortunate enough to do it consistently for the last few years.

This year, the charity we've chosen is an extremely personal one. Our dear friends J. and Janet Robbins' baby boy Cal was born with a serious, fatal genetic condition called Spinal Muscular Atrophy. Though there is no cure for this condition, there are lots of treatments that promise to give Cal the best possible quality of life. Unfortunately, many of these, especially the alternative treatments, are not covered by health insurance.

This situation has been devistating and heartbreaking for J. and Janet, their families and thier friends alike. But as a friend, you ask yourself, "What on earth can I do to ease the suffering of these dear, sweet people?" Well, with that question in the front of their minds, a couple of friends and former bandmates of theirs set up a website with more information and a place to make a donation. All of the money will go straight to J. and Janet to help defray their growing medical bills. It is:

If you are looking to give to a worthwhile cause this holiday season, I would strongly urge you to consider this one. (I mean, look at the picture of this little bub - how can you deny his sweet face ANYTHING???)

I know they would appreciate it.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

just look at my famous fella!!!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

quizzy quiz quiz

Pass it on, y'all...

* What time is it? 9.13 pm
* What is today's date? november 21, 2006
* Name: you wish...
* Nickname: e
* Gender: girlie
* Birthday: march fif
* Age: pshaw... old as shit, until next year, when I shall be older still
* Eye color: brownish goldish
* Hair color: naturally, black. now, platinum-ish-y
* where u live?: d of the c
* Who is your number one in your top eight? andy
* Why is s/he your number one? Anyone who could put up with me for 13 years deserves to be my numbers one through one hundred.
* Favorite food? paneer-y goodness - although I would happily jump into a vat of sour cream
* Favorite drink? booze with booze and booze
* Favorite movie? Philadelphia Story or Shawshank Redemption
* What did you want to be when you were little? a scientist or a jockey (I was indecisive as crap... duh)
* What do you want to be now? one who kicks it like it's going out of style...
* Words you live by? You gotta know when to fold 'em
* What color is your font on AIM? What?
* Funniest person you know? Matt Kilcoyne
* What advice would you give a person in your life who needs it the most? You're okay, dude. Relax.
* Favorite place in the world? Under the sea with Andy, Bonaire
* Book that has changed your life? Where the Red Fern Grows
* What is your favorite breakfast meal? Eggs benedict on polenta
* Do you like coffee? I'm a chai gal
* Around the house: barefoot, slippers, socks, or shoes? barefoot in the morning, slippers never, socks in the winter, shoes when my mom's here
* Do you have any pets? 2 froggies - RIP, Bobafet
* How do you pass the time? Fidgeting
* Favorite cartoon? Family Guy
* If you could interview one person, who would it be? Tom Hanks
* Why this person? Cause I bet he tells great stories and drinks good booze
* Do you play any instruments? Piano and trumpet, once upon a time
* Worst pick up line you've ever heard? "I have a crush on you because you're a dj"
* Reasons for living? Andy, Robby, Gabbi, Owen and Tim
* Last big fight you were in? The person I fought with knows exactly what it was.
* What personality trait is absolutely intolerable to you? Star fucking - although I have a deep intolerance for girls who overly annunciate their s's.
* What character are you? Wha??? I guess if there's some cute silly robotic skull somewhere, that's me...????
* Where do you HONESTLY see yourself in ten years? Lugging my fucking gear around so that some dude or dudette can shake their ass to my tasty grooves...
* What do you wish people would ask you about more often? My shoes.
* Give somebody a compliment that you can't tell them in real life: You are the reason I live and breathe
* What thoughts keep you up at night? Mostly work crap that sucks my ass
* Why do you love them? Love what? Thoughts that keep me up at night? If that's truly the question, I guess it's cause they make me work so much harder every second of every day.
* What is your message to the world at large? Again - You gotta know when to fold 'em
* What is a word you love? snuggle
* What is a word you hate? toenail
* What is a noise you love? robot voice, no matter the context
* What is a noise you hate? the aforementioned overpronounced girl "ssssssss"
* What is your favorite swear word? Bitches
* If God does exist, what would you like to hear when you get to heaven? "put your gear down, miss dj - we have angels for that"

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Right Round - 11/18/06 - Setlist and Commentary

Dudes!!!! Great night.

311 peeps. Yay.

Dancing fools - all night. Technical snafus in the beginning, drunk underage girl falling (literally) off the stage through the door and into the backstage of the backstage, creepy stalker dudes - the whole 9 yards.

But, if I may pat myself on the back, I rocked. Maybe it's the solid year of doing tons of special events, lots of practice, that kind of thing. Maybe it's cause Arnold mixed my drinks 1/2 and 1/2 water to booze. But I felt better spinning music than I've felt in a long time.

Anyway, enough about me. Here's the music, with "*" by the requests:

Spandau Ballet - Chant
* Nitzer Ebb - Join in the Chant
Talking Heads - And She Was
Siouxsie - Cities in Dust
New Order - Answer Me
* Ministry - Halloween
Thompson Twins - Doctor Doctor
* Sisters of Mercy - Dominion / Mother Russia
Depeche Mode - Strangelove
Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities
Sinead O'Connor - Emperor's New Clothes
New Order - True Faith
DJ Lil'e remix (Thomas Dolby / Oingo Boingo) - She Blinded Me with Weird Science
Erasure - Star
Human League - Don't You Want Me?
When In Rome - The Promise
* Spandau Ballet - Promises, Promises
Yaz - Situation
They Might Be Giants - Birdhouse In Your Soul
* The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
The Smiths - Gone Daddy Gone
The Las - There She Goes
* Erasure - Chains of Love
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
New Order - Subculture
Anything Box - Living In Oblivion
Talking Heads - Psycho Killer
Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
* Erasure - A Little Respect
REM - Orange Crush
* Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Right Round
* Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Relax (remix)
Pet Shop Boys - It's a Sin
Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
Romantics - Talking In Your Sleep
Talk Talk - It's My Life
Flesh For Lulu - I Go Crazy
* Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
Echo And the Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar
Bananarama - Venus
* New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle
Go Gos - Our Lips are Sealed
Real Life - Send Me an Angel
* Alphaville - Forever Young (Remix)
* The Clash - London Calling
Blondie - Call Me
* The Cure - In Between Days
Siouxsie - the Passenger
* The Smiths - Panic
OMD - Enola Gay
Men At Work - Overkill
Men Without Hats - Pop Goes the World
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
U2 - I Will Follow
Modern English - Melt With You (remix)
INXS - Don't Change
* Nena - 99 Luft Balloons
* Devo - Girl U Want
* Pretenders - Middle of the Road
Aha - Take On Me
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Violent Femmes - Add It Up
James - Laid
DJ Lil'e - Domo Arigato, Mr. Brightside
PIL / Afrika Bambata - World Destruction

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

How cute is my fella, I ask you?

Took this picture for a story they're writing about him in the Post. I think it's so cool.

UPDATE: Story ran without the photo, sadly. You can read it here.


ummm... so one of my toenails fell off the other day.

peeled back like a little door on my middle toe, then fell off.

Gross. As. Hell.

I'm not sure if it's because I wear stupidly unreasonable shoes, or because I stand up for hours at a time. All I know is that my pedicure was looking sweet, now I have a grody old mauled, thin-assed toenail. YUCKY.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Right Round / Mousetrap 2-for-1 special - setlist and commentary

Dudes - I had a blast. there were over 850 peeps in attendance for DJ Mark Zimin's and my 2-for-1 special last Saturday. Yippee!


Um, 850 peeps.

Also, toward the end of the night, you may have seen me oddly and quickly swoop down toward the floor behind the decks, and you just might'a said to yourself, "why is dj lil'e swoopin' toward the floor so rapid-like? don't she know that it's cramped back there, and she might just hurt herself?"

Yeah. Um, well, because I went ass over teakettle... strappy bondage pants, spike heels and dancing DO NOT MIX. Take the lesson. And say a little prayer of thanks that I didn't break my face on my turntable, wouldya?

Anyhoo, here's the setlist, with ** by requests:

Depeche Mode - Love, In Itself
Simple Minds - Alive & Kicking
Men w/o Hats - Safety Dance (UK remix)
Sugarcubes - Hit
Level 42 - Something About You
Belouis Some - Imagination
** Baltimora - Tarzan Boy
Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better
Alphaville - Big In Japan
Split Enz - 6 Months in a Leaky Boat (btw, if you don't have this, run right out and get it, bitches)
B52s - Mesopotamia
The Cure - The Walk
New Order - Subculture
Tears For Fears - Mother's Talk
Nitzer Ebb - Lightning Man
Information Society - Tell Me What's On Your Mind
The Cars - Magic
OMD - If U Leave
The Las - There She Goes
Madness - Our House
** Human League - Love Action
** DJ Lil'e mashup (Oingo Boingo / Thomas Dolby) - She Blinded Me With Weird Science
Spandau Ballet - Promises Promises
** New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle
Midnight Oil - Beds are Burning (although I really wanted to play The Dead Heart... maybe next time)
The Cult - Rain
Dead or Alive - Brand New Lover
The Cure - The Blood
Erasure - Drama
** Aha - The Sun Always Shines on TV
** PSB - Left to My Own Devices
Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone
** The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
Yaz - Don't Go
** New Order - Temptation
Human League - Don't You Want Me?
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
** Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
Erasure - Chains of Love
** Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
** Real Life - Send Me An Angel
** Dead or Alive - You Spin Me
Go Gos - Our Lips Are Sealed
** Clash - London Calling
Blondie - Call Me
The Smiths - Panic
James - Sit Down
** Big Country - Big Country
** New Order - Blue Monday
Nena - 99 Luft Balloons
Aha - Take on Me
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
** Berlin - The Metro
Kim Wilde - Kids In America (Should be renamed "wipeout", since that's when 'the incident' occurred)
Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plane Pour Moi
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
** DJ Lil'e mashup (The Killers vs. Styx) - Domo Arigato, Mr. Brightside
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself
B52s - Own Private Idaho
Violent Femmes - Add It Up

The Jam - Town Called Malice
The Smiths - This Charming Man
Always Something There to Remind Me

Yeah... good stuff...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

one year later.

hard to believe it's been a year to the day since we lost Mr. Phil. How is it possible that it still hurts so much?

Anyway, a bunch of us are getting together tonight to tip a few back and tell stories. That'll be nice.

For those who knew him, here are a couple of pics to remember him by:

Mr. Phil and Miss Puck

This one is SO him...

We miss you, Mr. Phil.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Speaking of birthday peeps


To my sweet nephew Tim - I miss you and your big sister sooo much!!!!! Le grand basier pour mon grand bebe [pardonner mon manque d'accents...]!!!!


tante e

(that means auntie e, for all you non-frenchies...)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Happy birthday Miss Mary!!!

Although it's old, this is my very favorite picture of Mary and I. Can you blame me?

Dude - I think it goes without saying that you rule.


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

What is it with October???

I'm not going to go into details, but some good friends of Andy and I just gave us some really incredibly sad news about their son.

I don't even know what to say. In 14 days it's the one year anniversary of Mr. Phil's death, and now this.

Friday, September 22, 2006

random thoughts

Today's my last day as a permanent day job employee. From here, I'm taking yet another week off, and will resume work on a part-time basis in October. The little daydream scenario I mentioned a couple of months back is slowly starting to come to pass, and I'm thrilled. So, that said, here are my random thoughts of the day:

- Kate Bosworth needs to eat a samich. Or be the toothpick in a samich....
- Promised You A Miracle by Simple Minds is a brilliant song that is currently wedged in my noggin
- I need a new pair of creepers to go with this punk rock pink cheetah print bag I just bought. The fuzzier, the better (size 9, in case you were wondering)
- The drunk guy in china who jumped into the giant panda enclosure to give Gu Gu the panda a hug should be given another 4 more beers and a frontal labotomy
- Dave Navarro wants to be Prince
- Stingrays need love too!
- I am affirming for a pair of extra long skinny jeans in black and blue that don't cost $200 (I have 36" inseams - clothing these gams is not easy)

- It would be really funny to walk out of your house and see Boy George picking up your trash. Probably not so funny to him, though...

Think that's everything...

Thursday, September 21, 2006

up jumped the boogie

Okay, so I officially know what popping and locking are. I thought they were the same thing, but as Andy said, "dude, it's not like they call it poplocking. Duh." Point taken.

I'm sure you're wondering why I bring this up...

um... cause I'm taking hip hop dance lessons. There, I said it.

When you've gotten up off the floor and have stopped laughing hysterically, feel free to read on.

If you've ever seen me dj, you know that I'm a dancing fool - always have been, always will be. As I am regularly known to say, I'd dance to a heart monitor if it were over 120 beats per minute. I took ballet from age 3 to 16, then goth sensibility got in the way of all that nonsense (after all, my sweaty neck kept breaking out from the dog chain that my boyfriend at the time semi-permanently locked around it - all those blotches contrasted terribly with my pasty skin). I actually really miss it still (ballet, that is, not having a sadistic boyfriend), but don't think I could commit to the amount of work it would take to get back to where I was with it.

As a result, over the years I've taken various classes to keep the ants in my pants happy - from Irish dancing to swing dancing to Indian temple dancing - you name it. But all the while, my inner b-girl kept beckoning her blinged-out fingers at me. It's not like I'm necessarily too uncoordinated to hang - I was just really worried about making a gangly-looking ass out of myself... As it stands, I look to the peeps who can do that stuff well with absolute envy - and I can tell you with a fair degree of certainty that I've spent the better part of the last year or two driving my husband crazy with future hip hop danceoff scenarios like, "when I can rock the worm, the fools on that dancefloor are gonna step OFF" or "someday, my robot is gonna kick that robot's metallic ass all the way back to Brooklyn". He just sighs and pats me on the head most days.

So I bit the bullet and signed up through the DC Dance Collective. They're a great group - and with the plan I got, if I just can't nail the wave or the moonwalk, I can take hula or capoiera or any other number of native cultural dances, exploited for the fitness of suburbanites. The people in the class vary - from college kids to middle-aged housewives (snickering may resume now). I have to wonder what the teachers think - I went into it thinking I'd find an aerobics instructor who would say, "Okay HOMIES, let's moonwalk, let's moonwalk, now robot, now robot, to the left, to the right" with Jock Jams playing in the background; but to be honest, the instructors are amazing. They belong to actual hip hop dance "crews" and everything (god I feel so uncoordinated even writing these words - I grew up in Rockville, for god's sake - somewhere, Biggie Smalls is undoubtedly attempting to roll over in his grave...)

If you're wondering how I fared - I don't totally suck at it. I definitely need to figure out some of the mechanics of making one move flow into another, but it's actually not so bad when the instructors break it down, and you do drills with the other people in the class. Everyone looks ridiculous at first, so at least you have, like, 7 other partners in crime with whom to awkwardly "dimestop". Yeah, that's a real term (meaning, to stop dancing on a proverbial dime). But once we've gotten over ourselves, we're not half bad.

All that said, back to my point about popping and locking. You can read all about it here. I learned to pop last night, but haven't quite gotten into the meat of locking just yet. But when I do, I'm gonna Neil Armstrong my moonwalk all over that other crew. Werd.

wooooo... (sound of me lmao)

Okay, I LOVE this blog. Particularly for stuff like this.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

iPod horoscope

Love this post by my dear pal Stephanie. Basically, the premise is to think about what the first 10 songs that come up on your iPod shuffle says about your personality. She calls it a musical horoscope.

Here's mine (I have the XM walkman/MP3 player, but whatever...):

1. Siouxsie - Turn to Stone
2. Nick Drake - From the Morning
3. Das EFX - They Want FX (remix)
4. Heaven 17 - Let Me Go (12" vers)
5. Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
6. Against Me - Miami
7. Midnight Oil - The Dead Heart
7. Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
8. Alanis Morissette - Everything
9. Urban Dance Squad - Deeper Shade of Soul
10. Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

If you feel like you can interpret this level of chaos, be my guest!!!!

Happy Anniversary!

To my dear Andy - happy anniversary!

It's so hard to believe it's been 8 years since we were married!!! For being so damn young, that was an awfully good choice. You are the best husband a girl could ask for - I hope we have many, many, many more!!!!

xxx e ooo

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Right Round 9/16/06 - setlist and commentary

GREAT night last night. Super energy, 300 peeps in the house, plus no mean/demanding/icky people (although there was one who was a teensy bit creepy, but he went away quickly enough) - overall, this lil'e is happy.

OH, and this absolutely sweet couple came up to introduce themselves, and said that not only was it their anniversary, but that they'd met AT Right Round!!!! AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! I. LOVE. THAT. Hey dudes, if you two are reading this, get married and I'll dj your wedding, k?

On an interesting (to me, anyway...) side note, this is the 2nd month in a row that I haven't planned out the setlist during the week before. It's actually working out much better than I thought it would, and isn't nearly as stressful - I guess 5 years of doing Right Round in such a structured manner taught me a thing or 2, eh?

Anyhow, here's last night's setlist. I'll put an "**" by any requests.

Taco - Puttin' on the Ritz
Captain Sensible - Wot
Alphaville - Big in Japan
Wang Chung - Dance Hall Days
Tears for Fears - Shout
Book of Love - I Touch Roses (long-stemmed RMX)
Men At Work - Down Under
Siouxsie - Peek A Boo
U2 - Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok
Duran Duran - Notorious
Pet Shop Boys - Domino Dancing
Gang of 4 - Love a Man in Uniform
INXS - Need U Tonight
Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better
Da Smiths - Girlfriend in a Coma
M - Pop Musik
Erasure - A Little Respect
Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
** Icicleworks - Birds Fly
Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun
** Men w/o Hats - Safety Dance
Yaz - Situation
Dead or Alive - Brand New Lover
Depeche Mode - Strangelove
New Order - True Faith
** James - Laid
Oingo Boingo / Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me with Weird Science (dj lil'e mashup)
Erasure - Star
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Anything Box - Living in Oblivion
OMD - If You Leave
Talk Talk - It's My Life
** Godfathers - Birth, School, Work, Death
** Automaton - Obsession
** Madness - Our House (Remix)
Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
** Pet Shop Boys - Always on My Mind
** New Order - Temptation
The Proclaimers - I Would Walk (500 Miles) - SIDE NOTE: I just found out yesterday that this song was written in 1988 - I thought it was written in the early 90's. Can I just tell you how friggin happy this made me??? The kids went absolutely NUTS when I played it. Yay!
** Big Country - Big Country
Aha - The Sun Always Shines on TV (Remix)
Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
Bananarama - Venus
** They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
The Clash / Blondie / The Smiths - London Call Me in a Panic (dj lil'e mashup)
Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
** Pet Shop Boys - It's a Sin
Real Life - Send Me An Angel
Echo and the Bunnymen - The Cutter
** The Killers vs. Styx - Domo Arigato, Mr. Brightside (dj lil'e mashup)
** OMD - Enola Gay
** Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
The Cure - Just Like Heaven

The Smiths - Ask
Dee Lite - Groove is in the Heart INTO New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle

Friday, September 15, 2006

stingrays are people too (well... kind of)

Dudes, WTF - seriously.

How could you possibly want to mutilate something this beautiful:

Seriously dudes - if you ever feel like avenging Steve Irwin, buy some crocodile shoes or something, okay? PLEASE don't kill one of these gentle critters.

e puts away soap box and walks away, head down, shoulders rounded.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Johnny Mao!

I just found out that Zhang Yimou (dissapointingly pronounced "Johnnymao" by the american press) my favorite, favorite, FAVORITE of all time directors, has a new movie coming out called "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles".

He's the guy who directed "Hero" and "House of Flying Daggers". Although they are both fine films in their own right, that's not why I love him.

2 words for you: "To Live". 3 more: "The Road Home". 4 more still: "Raise the Red Lantern". Run, click, skate, bike to the place where you get movies and watch them all immediately. DISCLAIMER: If you don't like foreign, or more specifically Chinese movies, you will hate all of these. BUT, if you do like both of the above, you too may become a fan. Much like his action films, his dramas are absolutely breathtaking to watch. The stories will break your heart, and the subject matter gives you an intimate window into Chinese culture (fictional and actual) from his perspective throughout time.

Can't WAIT to see the new film!!!!!!!! LOVE me some Johnny Mao.

Monday, September 11, 2006

I remember.

It was a beautiful day. That's what I remember most of all. I walked to work - at the time both living and working in Georgetown. Got to my office, high on Wisconsin Avenue, with a lovely view of the Potomac River from the South side of the building. We could hear the planes flying down the river each day, could open the windows and catch a gorgeous breeze, and see the Pentagon on a clear day.

My co-worker came upstairs and asked us if we'd heard the news - 2 planes had hit the World Trade Center in a freak accident. We all headed down to the conference room to watch the tv coverage.

I don't remember the timing. I don't know how it all unfolded. What I do know is that, hand over my mouth, I looked out the window at the Potomac River, wondering who would do such a thing. I didn't notice the plane, flying oddly toward the Pentagon. I didn't see it bank sickeningly toward the ground.

I did see the explosion. And I screamed. My stepfather worked in the Pentagon at the time, but was blessedly on travel in South Carolina. My mother was at BWI Airport, waiting to board a plane for Arizona. My husband and I flew back from a trip to San Francisco 3 days earlier.

I remember the dozens of phone calls that followed. Terrified parents, spouses and children who saw the chaotic news reports and weren't sure if any of us were safe. For a long time, Andy and I kept the message that I left frantically on our machine. It chilled our blood to listen to the terror in my voice, screaming about where I'd meet him if anything else happened.

I remember the walk home - it was almost hot out, and sickeningly clear. I remember the hundreds of dazed, stupified office workers, wandering aimlessly about that morning. The tanks and military personnell all over our city. I was glued to the television all day - for days. I think we all were. I remember the new Black Cat opening on the 14th or so, and how jumpy all of us were to be in a crowd. I remember the piles and piles of flowers and candles left at the feet of the Ghandi statue at Q and 21st Streets.

Now Andy and I have an action plan - a trunk full of water, dried foods, and booze (duh). We have mapped out our escape route, and the way we would communicate if we're separated. It all makes me sad, even to this day.

Anyway, I don't really want to comment on my feelings about the state of the world, and I definitely don't want to argue, so please don't even try. I don't even know how to end this post. I'll just quote my friend Tom Bridge, and the beautiful post he did this morning on Metroblogging DC:

"I wish today that all who seek to do us harm would stop and examine the principles upon which we are founded: the equality of all people, the franchise of all people to assist in their governance, the freedom of people from tyranny and the dedication of this nation to rights of the people to be free from fear, free from want, free to speak, and free to worship. These freedoms come with heavy prices, which we have paid in the past, and are paying now, and will pay again. Understanding that, I hope that they can respect our freedoms, respect our desires and cease their pursuit of our destruction for not subsuming ourselves to a specific religion, a limit upon speech, and a poverty that only the tyranny of evil men can cause.

This is the result I hope for. This is the result I hope that my grandchildren will see on the Mall some decades hence, when I am old, and when this war is over. For now, though, I will settle for a day without bombs, a day without crashes, a day without fear. "

Friday, September 08, 2006


Gotta love the earworm. That snippet of a song that gets lodged in your noggin and won't get out.... My pal Tiff brought it up here - so then the notion itself got stuck in my head - how funny is that?

Andy and I play a game when we're diving - we name the most annoying song we can think of just before dropping below the water. 9 times out of 10, that song stays in there for the duration of the dive. On our last trip, my most annoying one was "How Much Is That Doggie In The Window". Sadly for my fella, I did that one all on my own...

Thursday, September 07, 2006


Yeah, I know I'm late getting to this....

Steve Irwin. Lordy. Poor guy. I feel for that man's family in a big way.

Having just returned from a dive trip in West palm beach (and yes, I DID practically take the entire month of August off), I have to say that I'm stunned, shocked, and amazed by the manner of his passing. I've been a diver for 8 years now, have seen many rays, and never have thought of them as anything more than beautiful, graceful creatures worthy of admiration. Granted, I've never been stabbed through the friggin heart by one, but I do think I've seen enough of them and heard enough about them to know not to fear them, per se.

That said, gentle though undersea critters can be, it's my feeling that anything under the sea should be admired and respected, but never EVER touched, harrassed, cornered or otherwise bugged for ANY reason. You'd be surprised what the oils on your fingers can do to coral and fishes. You might also be surprised to see the number of people touching wildlife, hanging onto coral, god knows what else. It's disturbing - yet, even as a safe diver, when accidental encounters with the dangerous stuff does happen, they can be beyond painful (as I was unfortunate to discover when slammed by a wave against some fire coral a couple of years ago)

To be honest, I'm more afraid of some of the corals and worms and the little guys that pack a bigger wollop if you were to touch them (or even brush up against them). Even the scary looking guys (sharks, eels, baraccuda) we saw on this last trip couldn't have cared less about us.

I guess for a guy like that, though, it didn't entirely surprise me that he had some crazy death. It's just a shame he couldn't have had 44 more years before it happened.

That said, there are a couple of dive pics of our trip posted here, courtesy of the lovely and talented Olga P. Enjoy.

Friday, August 18, 2006


How cute is this pic of me and my fella, I ask you:

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Home again, home again

I have been SO slow getting this up!!! Blame it on all the photos.

On that note, I feel compelled to warn: In a couple of these photos, I am in vacation mode, am wearing no makeup, and therefore have no eyebrows.

Much like this:

There. I said it. Deal with it, people. Being able to let my hair down (and flying around) like this makes me beyond happy.

I got back in the wee small hours last Sunday night/Monday morning rather than Tuesday - I'll get into it in a sec, but let me just say up front that the Thursday before I was supposed to fly to London, then to Slovenia for my darling friend Varja's wedding, after a week at the beach in Delaware and a cabin in the woods of Quebec. The very same day that whole terrorist plot thing was foiled, and traveling became a nightmare. Stupid terrorists.

Anyway, here's the gist of the rest of my travels:

So, this was a first - my family (mom, stepdad, oldest sis, bro-in-law and their kids) all got a house together at the beach in Delaware. We used to go down to the Outer Banks all the time in the 70s, but haven't done anything like this since my oldest sis and I were adults. I've been to NC a couple of times with Andy's family, but mostly just for a night - and very informally (as god is my witness I will never sleep on an air matress again). Sadly, Andy wasn't able to be with me on this trip - but we managed to keep him with us, regardless (more on that later...)

ANYWAY, the rest of the family got there over the weekend, and I drove up solo on the Wednesday. Thankfully I got my own room, bathroom, and balcony. The balcony was overlooking the highway, but what can you do? There was at least a little estuary on the other side. The aforementioned definitely helped with the whole relaxing process. My sis came from France with Fred and the kids, which was blissful - my niece is a fearless little 4-year-old sprite, and my 9 m.o. nephew was about the smiliest, sweetest little bub ever. Very little made him fuss vocally - he would instead vent his frustrations by blowing raspberries at us. CUTE.

Here's our merry little cast of characters:

Princess Gabrielle


Babies together

Gabs and her daddy Fred

Tim and my sis

My lovely mom and stepdad

The typical day involved leisurely tea drinking; alternately playing in the waves, building sandcastles, and fending off mammoth bitey blackflies with my niece; eating; laying around; and playing drunken games of Uno with my family (babies were not invited). Yippee!

From Delaware, I bid farewell to my family and continued up to the home of Andy's and my friends John and Jana, who live with their twins Harry and Hugo in a great little town in the berkshires called North Adams - which is also home to Mass MOCA, one of the largest contemporary art museums in North America. The plan was to stay the night at their place, then the 5 of us would head up to Quebec, to a lovely cabin we've stayed in for the past 2 years outside of a little town called Saint Sauveur.

As a personal aside, I am now going to gush about my pallies for a moment: Not only are they two of the best storytellers I've ever met, but they are unbelievably cool, very funny, and the perfect couple for Andy and I to vacation with - they love to lay around, do some nature stuff, go see oddball sites, and drink copious amounts of sangria while consuming delicious treats. Yay! Their kids are ridiculously smart, very silly boys, who are absolutely delightful to be around, whether you're talking with them about the DC Comics universe or stuck in a car with them for 8 hours (more on that later... ugh...)

Anyway, as I mentioned, the original plan was to go to the cabin for about 4 days, then back into Montreal, where I'd take a flight over to Europe via London for Varja's wedding. I was to stay in Europe for about 4 days, then come back last Tuesday.

The days in the cabin were all blissful - it's a beautiful place, nestled in the woods by a lake - this is the 2nd year we've come to stay in the cabin, although Andy couldn't come this year. No worries, though - with the help of Harry, we were able to keep him with us:

Here he is, "reading" the paper:

And spending a little time kayaking:

My pals brought 2 kayaks with them, so we spent our days kayaking on the lake and taking day trips into town, or to the local organic farm for produce. It was windy as hell most days, so I'd fight the wind to paddle up to one end of the lake, then simply let the wind spin my kayak around, and lay back as I was pushed gently back to the other end. Yay. At night we roasted marshmallows by the fire pit and told stories with the boys - it's amazing how much that stuff can still freak me out... :) Once the kids were in bed, we'd just get drunk and silly until we eventually passed out.

Harry and Hugo

John and Jana

Here are some pics of the cabin and lake:

Harry on a rock in the middle of the lake (don't ask...)

Me, chillin
Here's me in the 'yak, letting the wind blow me back home while I just laid back and let it all go by.

The day I was supposed to go to Europe, my flight wasn't until 9:30pm, so my friends and I decided to take my rental car back and have them hang with me in Montreal until the flight. Montreal is a beautiful city, and definitely worthy of a visit if you haven't been there. Our intention was to go to the Science Center, however by the time we got there, it was almost closing time. Should have seen the omen for what it was...

Regardless, here's scenic Montreal, ironically from the parking garage of the Science Center:

About 5 minutes from the airport, I got a call from Andy, who had been frantically trying to reach me for about 5 hours. Because we'd been in virtual isolation for the last 5 days, we had no idea what was going on in the world. Andy gave me the news about everything, and advised me about the possibility of needing to cancel my trip. Varja has been one of my closest friends for almost 20 years, so it most certainly ranked up there as one of the most difficult decisions of my life. That said, with all the flight delays and cancellations (including my own), I also knew that there was no way I was going to make it - and would likely be stuck in Heathrow Airport for an indeterminate number of hours / days. I was heartbroken, but also thankful that my friends were with me, and offered to take me back to the cabin that day.

Once back, I spent several days not only cancelling all of the reservations I'd made, but also trying to get refunds, etc. I won't even get into it, cause it was so friggin exhausting. Suffice it to say, I owe a debt of gratitude to Andy and my friend Lisa, who made all of the calls from the states that I was unable to make from the cabin, and the agents at Travelocity, who were able to get a credit on my non-refundable flight. Being a persistent nag DOES pay off, kids!!!

So, after 2 more days in the cabin, we came home that Sunday. It turned out that Lisa was visiting her family in NY State, so she offered to pick me up stateside and take me the rest of the way home from John and Jana's place. We spent 3 hours at the border, y'all - it was NO joke. Border security was checking every car, every passenger, everything. It was crazy. So, all in all, after 18 hours in the car total (did I mention that my friends RULE), I was home.

WHEW, indeed.

Monday, July 31, 2006

Saturday, July 29, 2006


I'm not sure why I'm up this early, but here we are...

Assesment of Right Round Mash-UP? Smashing, simply smashing. I had a blast, the kids had a blast, they cheered at all the right times, laughed at all the right times, danced their fool asses off - it was perfection. I got in quite a bit of trouble for going over by 15 minutes (which surprised me - the getting in trouble part, that is, since I almost always have quite a bit of latitude...). That's probably why I'm sitting here at 8:30 in the morning, unable to shut my head off. That's what makes me the obsessive freak that I am about doing everything perfectly, I guess! Ah, well - what can you do??

Anyhow, here's the setlist - it's a little weird, cause in some cases I don't have the details on the original component songs (I'll put them in where I have or can remember them) - but peeps who must know should be able to Google them or something, and figure out what's what. I'll put the ones I did in bold type, and "**"s by my favorites, so you'll know what to look for if you want to download any of this stuff for your own self!

DJ Earworm - Stairway to Bootleg Heaven (Dolly Parton vs. Eurythmics vs. Pat Benetar)
Party Ben - Independant Room (Fugazi vs. Destiny's Child)
DJ Circle A - Come to Mother (Fatboy Slim vs. Led Zeppelin vs. The Beatles)
** Unknown - Let it Be Me (The Beatles vs. Shaggy)
Unknown - An Acquired Tate
DJ Earworm - No One Takes Your Freedom (Scissor Sisters vs. The Beatles [again] vs. Aretha Franklin vs. George Michael)
Arty Fufkin - Been Caught Stealing Your Rump (Jane's Addiction vs. The Beastie Boys)
MTV MAshups - Smells Like Song 2 (Nirvana vs. Blur)
Bootie - Comfortable Holiday (Scissor Sisters vs. Madonna)
** Team 9 - don't know the song title at this moment...
Party Ben - Let's Talk To Me, Let's Dance (Hot Hot Heat vs. David Bowie)
Party Ben - Fascinated by Gold (Yeah Yeah Yeahs vs. Company B)
Dean Grey - Boulevard of Broken Songs [dance mix] (Green Day vs. Oasis)
Unknown - No More Pressure (Annie Lennox vs. David Bowie)
CHAOS Productions - MIA in Funkytown (MIA vs. Lipps Inc)
The Drunkard - Chewing Gum [bubble pop mix] (Annie vs. Bubblegum Machine)
DJ Earworm - Something Going on With My 7 Nation Army (White Stripes vs. someone I can't remember...)
Dean Grey - Dr. Who on Holiday (Green Day with Dr. Who Themesong)
Soft Cell - Tainted Love (where did our love go 12")
Unknown - Sanctuary's Over (The Cult vs. The Doors)
DJ Riko - Whistler's Delight (various)
** CHAOS Productions - Rapture Riders (Blondie vs. The Doors)
DJ lil'e - Big Time Groove (Bjork vs. Madonna)
DJ lil'e - Groove is in the Heart of Glass (Dee Lite vs. Blondie)
** Local Boy - Owner of a Lonely Heart vs. Thriller
DJ lil'e - Relax Your Jaws (Frankie Goes to Hollywood vs. John Williams)
DJ lil'e - Prince and Tom Jones Kiss (Prince vs. Tom Jones. duh)
Unknown - Go Toxic (Yaz vs. Brittney Spears)
DJ Krys - Can't Get Blue Monday Out of My Head (New Order vs. Kylie Minogue)
Party Ben - Somebody Rock Me (The Killers vs. The Clash)
DJ Nite - Jerk Girls Out (Caesars vs. Duran Duran)
** Thriftshop XL - Do You Wanna, Cause it's Tricky My Sherona (this one should be obvious...)
DJ Earworm - We Need A Filthy War (Fisherspooner vs. Scissor Sisters)
** A + D - An Honest MIA (MIA vs. the Bravery)
DJ lil'e - Our House of Jealous Lovers (Madness vs. The Rapture)
Bass 211 - Don't You Want the Time (Human League vs. Benny Benassi)
** Bass 211 - Techno Attack (Daft Punk vs. The Faint)
** DJ Earworm - Don't Mess with Orgasmatron (Eurythmics vs. Avenue D vs. Mousse T vs. Anthony Rother)
DJ lil'e - You Spin Me Behind the Wheel (Dead or Alive vs. Depeche Mode)
DJ Brat - Dreaming In Your Sleep [brat mix] - (Depeche Mode vs. The Romantics)
DJ lil'e - I'm Too Sexy to Set it Off (Peaches vs. Right Said Fred)
** CHAOS Productions - My Other Car Is a Beatle (L'Trimm vs. Armand Van Helden vs. Gary Numan vs. The Beatles) - I mixed this one with 1/2 of the original Gary Numan track, just cause I love the transition so much
DJ lil'e - She Blinded Me With Weird Science (Oingo Boingo vs. Thomas Dolby)
** Party Ben - Hung Up On Soul (Death Cab for Cutie vs. Madonna)
DJ lil'e - Tubular Boys (Book of Love vs. Blur)
DJ lil'e - A Little R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Erasure vs. Aretha)
** Party Ben - Cats Disappear (The Faint vs. The Cure)
** A+D - Love Will Tear You Apart (She Wants Revenge vs. Joy Division vs. Bauhaus)
DJ Defekt - Just A Forrest (Fisherspooner vs. The Cure)
CHAOS Productions - Sri Lanka High (MIA vs. The Ramones)
** CHAOS Productions - Are You Gonna Be My Animal (Jet vs. The Muppets)
DJ lil'e - Come on, Take Me Out Eileen (Franz Ferdinand vs. Dexy's Midnight Runners)
** DJ Earworm - Policy of Sweet Dreams (Depeche Mode vs. Eurythmics)
Divide & Kreate - Sweet Jacqueline (Eurythmics vs. Franz Ferdinand)
DJ lil'e - Domo Arigato, Mr. Brightside (Styx vs. The Killers)
DJ lil'e - London Call Me In A Panic (The Clash vs. Blondie vs. The Smiths)

ENCORE (this is what I got in trouble for, so i hope you all danced your asses off...)
James - Laid
New Order - Temptation
Violent Femmes - Prove My Love

WHEW - that's everything. I'll have my original mp3s posted somewhere - I'll put a link in here somewhere for those who care!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

34 hours and counting...

The set is done. The last hour is spectacular [sound of e patting herself on the back]

The giveaway CDs are being burned. The CD covers still need to be designed.

The DJ is a quivering mass of nerves - but in a good way.

The nightmares still have yet to begin. Thank god.

Overall, I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out. Knowing what I know now, and of course depending on how the turnout is for this one, I'm definitely thinking that I'll do other Mash-UP! parties on the Main Stage in future. This whole thing has spawned a whole new avenue of thinking in my noggin - which is good, cause I do feel constantly, almost ridiculously, driven to push myself to the next level.

For now, much like the proverbial sugarplumbs, I have visions of grander schemes, mashups and remixes [sound of e rubbing hands together below the sound of an almost inaudible "moahahaha"] dancing in my head.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006



Today would have been the 35th birthday of our Mr. Phil. 20 or so of us will be gathering at his favorite restaurant tonight with his girlfriend Puck to help her get through it. You know, it's so weird - it's been about 9 months now since he died so fucking senselessly, and I still burst into tears every time I think of that big lug.

There are some wonderful photos of him at Puck's flickr account. Here are a couple of my faves:

Also, I saw this one, which is a concrete skateboard that someone made to commemorate him. It says "SOB" at the top, but also Never Forget and Mr. Phil:

Happy Birthday, Mr. Phil. We miss you, love you, and try to live your example every day.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


am losing my mind. freaking out. getting the fear.

that's all... it'll pass.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

I can't possibly be that old.

During the last year or so, I've randomly run into people from a small group of friends I had in elementary school. We were a handfull of kids who were always spearheading creative projects like skits and plays, doing gifted & talented classes together, and generally geeking out in the way that only 10-12 year olds can do. At the end of elementary school, we were all tested to go on to a magnet school for the arts, and were all subsequently selected. 3 people went, 2 didn't - I was part of the latter group. I was going through some fairly traumatic family issues, and the thought of going somewhere totally different for school was too much for my 11-year-old brain to handle.

So, off my friends went, and that was pretty much the last I saw of them. We lost touch, as you do - over the years my thoughts have drifted back to them often. They were such a funny, interesting, bright group of kids; I just knew they were all out in the world, doing something amazing. Anyway, I've had the good fortune to run into 3 of the 4 people in the last couple of years - one is a homemaker, living very close to the town we grew up in with her husband and 2 lovely children, and the other is living in Scotland, getting her masters in something having to do with public service (my brain's like a collander... what can I say...?), and the other is a stage actress who just made her screen debut in a short indie film. I still did wonder where that 4th person was from time to time - until I found him yesterday!

I found him via his sister's myspace page, oddly enough. We emailed for the better part of the evening - exchanged pics of ourselves, our life-partners-in-crime, and our pets, and generally caught up on the last 20 years. He is most certainly living up to his end of the creative bargain as an accomplished screenwriter. He has a wife and a dog, lives in LA, and has continued to perpetuate the legacy of hilarity that lives in my brain, anyway. Age has been remarkably kind to us both, thank goodness. I tried thinking of the awkward, gangly, braces-wearing, perm-having kid I was back then, and looked at the photos I sent, wondering if he was just as amazed as I was by the grown-ups we've all become.

oh my.

Shame I don't ever want children. This is my niece Gabi and her cousin Malo, getting "married" at their grandparents home in Alsace, France:

You've really got to love the French - not only for having top hats around to play dress-up with, but also the uncanny ability to perfectly accessorize!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

churning and burning

The mash-ups are flying out of my brains. This makes me happy. Currently I'm working on one that may just whip the kids into a frenzy of epic proportions. yay.

I am giving myself 4 more days to TCOB before it's time to start compiling the set - that will probably be a harder job than actually composing the mash-ups themselves.

I'm also happy to report that the dj nightmares have yet to begin, thanks be to god. They will come, make no mistake, but as yet I've had none. Typically it's something like the power going out when I'm on the other side of the room, or my CD players dying or some such nonsense. I'm such a worrier. blegch...

ah well, back to work.

Thursday, July 13, 2006


Just finished a mashup called "She Blinded Me with Weird Science" this morning. It is the bomb diggity, as the kids are saying....

Okay, just cause I'm never good at keeping a secret, here are the names of the other ones I've done so far:

*Prince and Tom Jones Kiss
*London Called Me In A Panic
*Our House of Jealous Lovers
*Groove is in the Heart of Glass
*Tubular Boys

There are a few others, but that's just a taste... moahahahahaha

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

true story

Got into a cab the other night - there was already someone in there, which normally irritates the living shit out of me (but let's be honest, what DOESN'T irritate the living shit out of me...???), however in this case it was 2:30 in the morning, I was going a couple of blocks out of my way, and I was too tired to argue the fact.

Anyhoo, long story short, I thanked the person for sharing the cab, and they said, "I know who you are..."

I'm not kidding when say that I actually looked back over my shoulder to see who this person was talking to. Ummm... it was me. Yeah.

Apparently the person has been coming to Right Round for years. It was a nice conversation, even though my end of it consisted of a lot of uncomfortable throat clearing noises. According to one of my close friends, I should learn to take a compliment and be gracious and enthusiastic about it, but I can't help feeling shrink-wrapped during such exchanges for some reason. Eh, it's my own brain at work, no doubt.

Friday, July 07, 2006

mashing my brains out

Right - so the mashup party is exactly 21 days away at this point, and I am... well, I'm terrified, frankly. It's getting some interesting attention, and I'm pretty excited about the idea of doing it, but here are my fears:

1) That nobody will show up
2) That I won't have enough material
3) That nobody will show up
4) That I'll play something with hip hop mashed in, and everybody will leave
5) That nobody will show up

Look, I know that everything but #4 is completely ludicrous - and even #4 might be a little silly, but my tummy does a super duper flippity flop whenever I think about it. UGH and a half.

Okay, so all of that said, I have a little secret:

all of the mashups A & I have done so far are really, really, REALLY good.

seriously. I'm not just saying that.

We've basically been working non-stop for the last 4 weeks to get stuff together, and between his musical / drumming background and my penchant for tunes that make one want to shake one's derrier, it's actually been working out much better than planned. So far we have 6 original mashups, which I don't even want to name here, cause it'll ruin the surprise! Also, my dear, sweet, amazing wonderful coworker burned me a CD with about 7 hours of mashups that she's collected on it. Yessssss!!!

But yeah, the composting of beats, hooks, melodies, vocals, breaks and the like has been invigorating, and is truly making me feel the need to rethink future a bit... hmmm...

media hoooore, once again

Check it:

I particularly like the part where I attribute my success to my inability to sit still...

Friday, June 30, 2006

code name: Black Frog

(middle name and current street name)
Colleen Vermont

(first name and pets name)
e Giaccometti

(first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last)

(favorite color, favorite animal)
Black Frog

(middle name, city where you were born)
Colleen Silver Spring

(first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name)

(middle name spelled backwards)

(first pet, street you grew up on)
Muffin Cedar

9. SUPERHERO NAME:> > ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad has)
The Black Windstar

Friday, June 16, 2006

Scenester crap that I hate

So, the other day the fella and I went over to Polly's, one of our very favorite little spots to grab a bite, a drinkie, and a giggle with Cici, pub owner and friend extraordinaire, and we noticed something odd.

Exorbitant numbers of scenester-type people drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can.

Did you hear me?


Dudes, I don't get it. That beer sucks - who friggin' cares if it's $1 - what in the name of all that is holy is the appeal, I ask you????? As Andy said to me as we sat there drinking our "big kid" drinks, "why is PBR in a can like sex in a canoe?" I said, "dunno". He said, "Cause both are f*cking close to water." Beautiful.

I remember, when I was 10, taking a sip of my dad's beer in a can thinking it was ginger ale and practically hurling for the rest of the day from that watery, metallic flavor.

Please, if you know wtf is up with that, would you tell me??? My guess is that it has something to do with being cool by slumming it. WhatEVER is all I have to say about THAT. I refuse to think that one looks cool simply because they choke down a low-rent beverage that I wouldn't give to a dog for fun. (disclaimer - hate them though I do, I would never intoxicate a dog; it would give them the perfect cover for the poo eating...)

OH, and another thing that irritates the living sheeite out of me is the whole geek chic thing (seems to go hand in hand with the PBR consumption, btw...). I get it, you're nerdy AND sexy. Right on, Screetch - rock that look. But your rainbow knee socks with denim wrap-around skirt and old-school addidas are definitely not sexy. I don't care if you are wearing some cool tiger-striped, off-the-shoulder shirt. You still look like an idiot. And boys - PLEASE turn your collar down and step slowly away from the aviator glasses. I didn't like the way you looked in 1984, and I really don't like it now that I know better. Oh, and btw, we who were alive at that time did NOT wear cargo pants, flip flops or backward baseball caps with that outfit, k?

If you're going to snag a look from the 80s, why not go for the punk side of the new wave look - maybe a little Duckie from Pretty In Pink, or any of the 'wavers from the club scenes of any John Hughes movies. That is definitely more my speed (baggy pants with creepers, suspenders and a vest; fedora or beret all tilted back on your noggin...yummy) - although I did see an old Sisters of Mercy video and practically did a spittake when I saw how gigantic Andrew Eldritch's sunglasses were (all the better to see your freakishly teased out hair, my dear...)

The point is, I get that it's trendy. I get that Mary Kate is doing it or whatever. I get that you think it's campy - and truth be told, I could care less what you wear. I'm just saying that maybe you should drink good beer while you're doing it. Now that they're about to ban smoking in DC, you should definitely be able to afford it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Food of the beast

Had a good day of the devil yesterday, complete with ritual sacrifice. Good times.

Worked during the day (snore), then Andy and I went to dinner at Bardeo with our uber pallies Matt and Jenn. It was fun, fun, fun. I had grilled scallops and grilled shrimp, which were both muy tasty. Got to (finally) give them their wedding gift - an album with bunches of photos from their wedding last rOcktober. It was cool. They dug.

While at said dinner, I was "spotted" on the way to the bathroom, which is always a bit odd... the person was super nice, and not weird, it just sent me off kilter a bit, cause it happened out of the blue. This has happened to me a few times in all different places - public restrooms, clubs, on the street, in the grocery - usually it's one of those instances where I'm carrying around cellulite cream or something equally embarassing (or I just don't have any makeup on and look like hell...) and someone taps me on the shoulder, with that wide-eyed, expectant look that seems to go hand-in-hand with encounters of that nature. Usually peeps are super nice, don't get me wrong - I'm definitely the awkward spaz in these situations. I try not to let my social phobias leak through - for example, the uncontrollable urge to run screaming from the person because I feel like a gigantic idiot... Ah, well, that's the nature of my baggage... what can you do? I just nod, smile and try to be gracious - cause that is truly how I feel about it, at the end of the day.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Don't mess with the bull, young man...

you'll get the horns.

64 years old. Totally unfair. Maybe I'll do a special Mr. Vernon trivia question for the next Right Round...

Monday, May 22, 2006

Can I tell you why my friends rule?

How funny is this posting by my pal Stephanie over at Magic Pot of Jobs?

Sunday, May 21, 2006

thanks for validating this humble dj


First and foremost, can I just say that the peeps who came out to Right Round last night all rule the school?

348, I believe, was the final count of the evening. I LOVE that.

Now, here's where I must apologize. My intention last night was to play BUNCHES of stuff that I had never played before. And, for the first 2 hours, I did just that.

but hardly anyone danced.

Those who were there may have noticed that phenomenon, cause it was full-on weird. So, that being said, I pulled out the hit machine and got the dancing back on track. It was a little disappointing, to be honest, but my feeling is that perhaps I was switching gears a little too rapidly from my usual fare - got everyone in there with certain pre-conceived notions, then pulled the proverbial rug out.

Also, just as a personal aside to the person who, after reading this blog posting, apologized on behalf of their friend - thank you. You caught me a little bit off guard, but believe me - it's cool. I was most definitely irritated at your pal at the time, but one thing to note - unless you've really fucked me or my man-friend over, once I'm done getting something off my chest, I'm usually done with it. So we're good, no worries. Your friend can request again without fear - I would simply like to gently suggest a certain level of mindfulness to the process.

So, that said, I will play all the requests I received in time - just not all at one time, as I've seen that it doesn't exactly work. Additionally, rather than giving you the actual setlist, I'm going to give you my intended setlist, so that you can see I wasn't blowing anyone off (oh, and I'll put a * by all the requests). BTW, I may mess up a song title or something - I'm a little hung over, so some leeway would be much appreciated:

Sugarcubes - Cold Sweat
PIL - May the Road Rise
Yaz - Only You
Smiths - A Rush and a Push
My Bloody Valentine - Soon
Psychadelic Furs - Until She Comes
Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better
Level 42 - Something About You
Pet Shop Boys - Domino Dancing
*Dominatrix - The Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight (remix)
REM - Stand
New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle
*The Jam - That's Entertainment
The Church - Reptile
*Boomtown Rats - Like Clockwork
*Men At Work - can't remember the title...
Bronski Beat - Why?
Human League - Sound of the Crowd
*OMD - Telegraph
Yaz - Bad Connection
*Squeeze - Cool for Cats
New Order - Ceremony
Echo ATB - Back Of Love
*The Jam - David Watts
*XTC - Generals and Majors
Furniture - Brilliant Mind
Smiths - You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby
*They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
*Ultravox - Reap the Wild Wind
DM - Pleasure, Little Treasure
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
English Beat - Save it for Later
*Cure - Let's Go to Bed
*Julian Cope - World Shut Your Mouth
*Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
Men At Work - Who Can it Be Now
*Eurythmics - Here Comes the Rain Again
*Voyou - Germany Calling
Siouxsie - Cities in Dust
*Talk Talk - It's My Life
Aha - The Sun Always Shines on TV
*U2 / Pet Shop Boys lil' e mashup - Where the Streets Have No Name
*Heaven 17 - I'm Your Money
*New Order - Blue Monday
Camoflauge - The Great Commandment
*Peter Schilling - The Different Story
Book of Love - Boy
*Alphaville - Jet Set
Erasure - A Little Respect
*Simple Minds - Promised You
*Dead or Alive - Brand New Lover
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Anything Box - Living in Oblivion
Tears For Fears - Mother's Talk
Nitzer Ebb - Lightning Man
Depeche Mode - Behind the Wheel
Duran Duran - Girls on Film
Information Society - Lay All Your Love On Me
*Real Life - Send Me an Angel
*New Order - Sub Culture
Oingo Boingo - Little Girls
Blondie - Dreaming
*Pretenders - Middle of the Road
Rational Youth - Saturdays In Silesia
Depeche Mode - New Life
*Peter Schilling - Major Tom
*The Cure - Just Like Heaven
*The Smiths - Ask
*The Jam - Town Called Malice
*Housemartins - Happy Hour

Saturday, May 20, 2006


So, I have this dream. It's the most privatest dream I have, and I've had it for some years now. I think that only Andy knows about it. It's not a dream where I'm in an ice cream factory being chased by a purple monster who suddenly turns into a roller skate while I eat a hamburger - it's more a dream of the mental place I'd like to be in someday.

I won't share until it happens, but it makes me feel at total peace to even muse on it in my head.

I think of this (oddly) because I saw David Blaine's Fearless last night. I swear that man has tapped into the parts of his mind that none of us use. Whether all of his tricks are complete illusion, or the man is a modern-day shaman, I'm actually more interested in A) the way he engages people. The man seems to be able to connect on a mental level with any and every person he meets. and B) the meditative feats he accomplishes, such as fasting for 44 days, holding his breath for upwards of 9 minutes, all of it. Listening to him talk about the mental and physical preparation it takes is pretty ridiculously fascinating stuff, imho.

Andy and I were completely captivated by the mind-reading that he did. There was one card trick he did in New Orleans on a girl who, after seeing the trick, seemed to have a silent, minutes-long conversation with him on a totally mental level. He spoke a few of his feelings verbally to her, but they seriously communicated without speaking. I get very creeped out thinking about it.

Now, I'm not saying that I want to be able to bite a coin in half or levitate or read minds or anything, but to free my mind to tap into its potential would be stunning beyond belief. I have my dream in my sights - stay tuned for more details.

Couple of pix from the prom

One from Mr. EP's perspective:

And one from my perspective:

I wish I could have some of the 'woo hoo' moments caught on camera, but alas, I'm usually joining right in on them!!! :)

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The prom!

The Anti Prom was last Saturday - it was definitely the best turnout we've had in the 3 years we've done it. About 500 peeps showed up - many dressed up, some not. We had Killa K spin for the first 30 minutes, then Mellie Mel for the next 30, Craig from Baltimore's Underground party did the next 30 minutes, then Steve EP and I did the last 3+ hours.

The dancing fools were in rare form - only one argument was with someone who INSISTED (when I refused to play it) that 'I Touch Myself' by the Divinyls came out in the 80s. Actually it was 1991. I looked it up. So there. Plus that song sucks. Double so there.

Overall, it was very cool - it's a great challenge to have to trade off with someone else, not knowing what they were going to play. Definitely was a greatest hits kind of night - made me think that I need to dig a little deeper for the next RR.

Anyway, I'll get some pix up here asap. Yay!

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Happy birthday Andy!!!

Okay, so I'm one day late, but you still get the picture. All the best to my darling husband / life-partner-in-crime. Hard to believe I've officially known you half your life now!!! (as evidenced by that LOVELY picture of us in high school....)

You're the best pal a girl could ask for. And you laugh at all of my stupid jokes, so there's no way I'm letting you sneak away now.

Monday, April 24, 2006

An oldie but a goodie....

Love this photo. Took it of my niece and sister when we vacationed in spain in October of '04. My niece was playing "chubby". Makes me smile.

word of the day...

is comeuppance. definition: a deserved rebuke or penalty.

I've been thinking about this word a lot lately. About the whole concept that you reap what you sow. God, it's so very true. I know a few people who need to remember that.

It is amazing, when your comeuppance does indeed reveal itself, how intensely it can take its course. I'm watching one example of that with a person who I would consider to be one of the meaner people I've ever met, and this person's comeuppance is literally amazing, and extraordinarily well deserved. I can only hope that this person "starts with that man [or woman] in the mirror", to quote Michael Jackson, and figures out that what they see is a good place to start.

I'm just gonna leave it at that.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

duck season... wedding season...

I'm sitting here thinking about the next few months, and how ridiculously busy I'm about to be. It's actually kind of cool - I'm booked through the summer fairly solidly, and on and off into the fall as far as November. Granted, this means I won't be out and about quite as much, but let's be honest, I'm kind of like Haley's Comet anyway...

Most of the gigs are weddings, although there's also a bunch of club stuff and the occasional corporate shindig thrown in there too. My horizon is getting clearer, thank the lord. Not that I want to be a wedding dj, mind you, but to have the means to be home more to work on my own remixes and mashups... yay...

Ah well... off to work on this rainy Saturday.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Not just wheat, but...

Maple and dust mites. In addition to wheat, that's what I'm allergic to. Just found out yesterday doing a skin test at my allergy doc's office.

So I guess no more pancakes with syrup served over dust mites for me...
I kid.

But, the dust mite thing does explain an awful lot - like why I cough for 2 hours every morning (as a non-smoker of 10+ years). The cleanup and subsequent prevention for all of that stuff is a little rough, but totally worth it. I had wee-babe-like sleep last night, and nary a cough escaped my lips this morning, which was blissful.

Now if they would just get that smoking ban over and done with, I'd be a happy camper...

Saturday, April 01, 2006

DJ lil'e - Media hooore

so there was another pic of yours truly in the Weekend section of the Post - I was over at Vegetate, the super duper new veggie restaurant that just opened in Shaw (right around the corner from my humble abode too - bonus!) I was lusting over the brand spankin' new 'tables that are positioned in the upstairs portion of the restaurant (and, by the way, I've never actually seen a room more delightfully focused around a HUGE dj setup, courtesy of the super uber nice DJ Dredd - yayeeee), when this fella snapped a picture, asked me my name, told me he was from the Post, and kept snappin'. I wasn't sure what it was for, but it turns out that they did a huge story about the woes that this restaurant is having getting it's liquor license.

It's sad, there's a church rather close by who is keeping them from maintaining said license by citing this stupid-assed law about houses of sin, oh, I mean "restaurants" that serve liquor, being within 400 feet of a church. I think the proximity is something like 362 feet.

I could rant and rave about this, but instead I used the link on Vegetate's site to write to councilmember Jack Evans, and voice my dissatisfaction with this dumassyness (and yes, I did use my grownup voice...). Let's hope the peeps can prevail on this one.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

wheat is stupid anyway

I'm allergic to wheat. Just found out last week.

bye bye beer
bye bye pasta
bye bye bread

Did I mention the beer part?

Now, I know that there are some things I can eat, just with different flours and stuff - I get it. But that takes work. duh.

Luckily I'm a vegetarian already (I do eat fish), so the leap isn't huge - but it does cut out a TON of options. Thankfully, I no longer have the debilitating pain that eating wheat brings to my system. I've been tested for everything under the sun, and in my wildest dreams, I never thought it would be something like this. But the results were immediate.

Oh, and to the doctor who told me that I should just take 1-2 Nexium a day (at almost $1.50 per pill after my insurance) and "learn to live with it", I have something for you to kiss. Bad doctor, bad doctor.

Down with the demon wheat.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

It's 4:35 AM and I'm back again

See? I told you.

Might try and crawl back in bed for the warmth that my live-in human space heater can provide. Seeing as I am now officially exhausted, it might actually work...

my hell... oh, and the Right Round setlist for March

So, I'm retartedly sensitive to sugar. I typically don't consume it in any form after around 7:00 at night, for reasons I'm about to get into - that is, the fact that I'm now wide awake at 3:16 in the morning, with no prospect for sleeping. No, seriously. I will not sleep.

All for one friggin Tagalong.




Goddamn Girl Scouts and their stupid cookies - they tempt me like a siren into their ocean, then dash all hopes of sleep against the rocks that lie beneath their predictably-flavored surfaces.

Wow - that was actually kind of deep... I'm still pissed off, though. I was thinking of posting March's Right Round set here, but I'm rather enjoying bitching about the evil, evil cookies.

Ah, fuck it - it's not like I'm going to SLEEP any time soon... Here's the setlist, to the best of my recollection. There were some requests that changed things (as I mentioned a few posts ago, ugh...) but for the most part, this was my intention, anyway:

Art of Noise - Beat Box (remix)
Alphaville - Romeos
Kraftwerk - Musique Non Stop (remix)
Bananarama - Cruel Summer (remix)
Sinead O'Connor - Stretched on Your Grave (remix)
Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now
Pet Shop Boys - Domino Dancing
Howard Jones - Like to Get to Know You Well
Men At Work - Down Under
Icicleworks - Birds Fly
Figures on a Beach - Suddenly 16th Street (or whatever it's called - AKA 'Gloria')
New Order - Answer Me
INXS - New Sensation
Depeche Mode - Everything Counts
Book of Love - Boy (remix)
Echo And The Bunnymen - Killing Moon
Human League - Fascination
Yaz - State Farm (remix)
When In Rome - The Promise (remix)
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Big Audio Dynamite - Bottom Line (remix)
Siouxsie - Cities In Dust
Madness - Our House
Morrissey - Interesting Drug
U2 / Pet Shop Boys - Where the Streets Have No Name (my own lil' mashup)
New Order - True Faith
Aha - The Sun Always Shines On TV (remix)
Blancmange - Don't Tell Me
Tears for Fears - Mother's Talk
ABC - Look of Love
Dead or Alive - Lover Come Back To Me (remix)
Erasure - Drama (remix)
OMD - We Love You (remix... I think...)
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
Pet Shop Boys - Always On My Mind
Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
Sinead O'Connor - Mandinka
Psychadellic Furs - Pretty In Pink
Billy Idol - Dancing with Myself
Tones On Tail - Go
Violent Femmes - Blister In the Sun
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
Cure - Let's Go To Bed
Smiths - Panic
Siouxsie - The Passenger
Clash - London Calling
They Might Be Giants - Anna Ng
Pete Shelley - Homosapien (remix)
Flesh For Lulu - I Go Crazy (remix)
Erasure - Blue Savannah
Real Life - Send Me An Angel
Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
Nena - 99 Luft Balloons (German vers.)
Aha - Take On Me
Alphaville - Dance With Me
OMD - Enola Gay
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Kim Wilde - Kids In America
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Blondie - One Way or Another
some other stuff I don't remember off the top of my head...

Encores -
James - Laid
Le Tigre - Deceptacon (just cause...)

Okay, it's almost 4:00, and I'm still awake. cookies suck and must be destroyed.

Monday, March 27, 2006


Don't know if you all saw the Sunday Source yesterday, but boy was I surprised to see 2 nice big pics of my very own mug featured prominently with a really nice article by one of my favorite DC djs, Selector Seth, aka Seth Hamblin.

AND (not to be a giant spaz...) I was mentioned BEFORE one of my Indie heroes - fellow dj and rockstar Bob Mould. Wowie indeed.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Not to be a freaker, but...'s the thing: I'm not a trained monkey, and I'm not anyone's minion. Even though I do spin music for the enjoyment of others, I DO actually put a ton of time, energy and thought into my setlist for Right Round.

Seriously, I do.

In fact, I work on it and it only for the week prior to the gig. Always have, always will. I don't schedule any other meetings, events, dates, ect. Ask my man-friend. Instead, I come home, start working at around 6:30, and stop at about 10:00, occasionally stopping to take the odd phone call - although if you know me well, you know not to bug me during that period of time, unless someone is going to the hospital or to jail - or unless you're my mom; then you're off the hook. If you want to hang out with me during said week, you will do so under the guise that you are going to basically sit there and watch me work, and can expect little more out of me than a muttered swear when mixes don't work, or the occasional "woo hoo" when they do. Not many people enjoy this kind of fun and frolic, and I can't say I blame them. Sounds about as interesting as watching an ant carrying one of those big leaf thingys over a rock or something.

That said, I am now going to go on a ridiculously long rant. It may seem unreasonable, but I just need to spew this one out, k?

Okay, so I'm guessing it's easy to see that I consider the flow of Right Round to be a very important ingredient in whipping up the appropriate music-induced dancing frenzy - I practice transitions over and over, I work on mixes till I'm blue in the face, and I take copious notes, so that I will stay extraordinarily aware of what I've played for the last 5 years - then none of us will get super sick of hearing the same stuff every time.

So now I must admit something that may be understandable, but that, on another level, I find mortifyingly embarassing about myself: I find it incredibly (and almost inexcusably) offensive when someone gives me grief regarding what I do not or will not play during the course of any given Right Round. I say that this is embarassing because I am not a diva or a snob by nature, am quite flattered that anybody gives a crap whatsoever, and in spite of some fairly ridiculously huge social phobias, actually work hard at being quite pleasant and approachable. And, after all, I AM just spinning records, not re-designing the Louvre or building a better ice cream cake, or something equally stunning like that...

SOOOOO, all of THAT said, here (finally) is my point: Last Saturday, a Right Round attendee came up and requested a particular artist (I will not name said artist, or later said song in order to maintain this person's anonimity - I have nothing against this particular person as a fellow human being sharing this planet with the rest of us, I just have issue with the manner in which this request and its follow-up were handled. And I have a blog, so I'm now free to complain my heart out. You follow me?) This person soon came back and changed their request to a particular song by a different artist. I actually already schemed a way to get the first request done, so I did it. The second was a kind of upbeat song that didn't quite fit with where I was in that moment, so I was taking my time getting to it.

Can't remember the actual timing, but eventually this person came back again, and had the audacity to reprimand me in a rather obnoxious fashion about not playing their requests. NOW, keep in mind that not only had I played one thing this person wanted to hear, but between the 3 visits I received from this person, I had NUMEROUS other requests - some I honored, some I didn't. No biggie. Happens all the time, and only on 3 occasions, including this one, have I received flack for not playing a song - there was the guy in the "Party Your Ass off - New Orleans" shirt who, I believe, drunkenly insisted that I play The Cult during a hip hop night (remember him?), and some other guy who asked me to play hip hop (when I was playing hip hop of an old school nature) - then, when I told him I was, in fact, playing hip hop, said, "I mean CURRENT hip hop". UGH UGH UGH. What is it with you naysayers?????

Again, remember, I am generally a nice person - however I am also almost unreasonably protective over my process - so, to that person, if they are reading this - what did you expect me to say in return, exactly? Maybe, "Oh thank you SO much for interrupting me again, I REALLY appreciate how much you would like to hear this song, and will bust right into what I'm doing to play it for you." or maybe, "geepers, that request is so stunning - maybe you should stand here and dictate the rest of the evening for me, since your taste supercedes that of both the other people here and the person who you paid to spin records that they chose for your enjoyment. " Hmm, something like that? That's kind of what I'm thinking.

You're wondering what I really said, right? It's really not that clever or stunning, but it was how I felt in the moment.

First, I said, "Dude - I'm not a jukebox." The person didn't hear me, but instead REMINDED me that this was the THIRD time they'd had to come up to tell me what they wanted. So I told them, "Relax - I'll play it when I play it IF I play it, K?" It wasn't actually intended to be a great retort - or even necessarily very obnoxious, but apparently it was a really effective way to make the person go away and not come back. Which they did. Or did not... whatever...

The irony was that I had this person's song queued up, and as they stormed from the room, I started it up. Everyone else really enjoyed it, by the way - good job, my friend - I wouldn't have thought to put that one there.