Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Dawn

Holy Shit I can't wait for this weekend.
I can't sleep because I'm too excited about tomorrow's Halloween Show at Club6ix in SF! Music and Drink and Dance from 9pm-3am wwwooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
The show includes about 8 djs, including Mochipet and a new one called ANA SIA that I immediately fell in love with and can't wait to hear her jam tomorrow night. All the while some pretty awesome art is being showcased as well. are my enemy...
so I'll just assault my senses with more sound waves...
I will be deaf soon

I'll try to squeeze in a few hours of sleep on Saturday morning, and then I'm going to put on the garb of the UNDEAD, douse myself in fake blood, and see about a Day Of The Dead party in Natomas.
And THEN...
WORK WORK is coming and I'm very excited. A month or a little less working on traps for the field season, and then find a good job as a temp. until April or May.
I've enjoyed all this time off very much, and have definitely used it for several things...but I am very much looking forward to getting some steady income again and being able to make plans for trips, balancing it with my spring semester at Sac City, building up a savings, and moving the fuck out of my house and taking another step toward independence.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

A Fall Day

I must say that last week was pretty damned fun. I saw Zach Hill (drummer of the now-defunct HELLA) play downtown at LUIGI'S FUN GARDEN, which is a small room attached to Luigi's pizza. The show was freaking amazing! His show consists of: himself, his drums, his ipod, performing a 35 minute song, entitled "necromancer", of phenomenally intense drumming insanity!

I only stayed to see him that night, but it was well worth it.
So worth it in fact that I decided to make the drive up to Nevada City, somewhere I have always wanted to go but haven't, on Thursday to see him again.
The town itself, at about 2700 feet above sea level, is densely surrounded by conifers and by beautiful deciduous trees in their fall glory.

Nevada City, though only an hour from Sacramento, has such a "small town" feel that is evident in nearly everything you hear and see. Everyone seems to smile at you as you're passing them in the neighborhood, the only sounds in the air are the rustling of the leaves in the wind, and main street is less than 3/4 of a mile long. Nearly every house was completely decked out for halloween, making the fall colors that much more appealing.

The show that night was played at The Basement, which was, you guessed it, in some guy's basement! Apparrently the owner had taken nearly everything out of it a couple years ago(aside from a few awesome antique chairs set up in the back, perfect for your leisurely viewing pleasure), padded the walls, and decked the roof of the basement with christmas lights. I never would have thought Christmas lights would set up such a cool ambience for a show...

The owner's band played first, I can't remember their name...*thumbs down*
What's Up? played second, although due to technical difficulties had to stop partially through the third song. They are awesome though! Very upbeat, with lots of odd rhythms...reminds me a lot of Hella actually :)

And of course, again Zach Hill played awesomely. The same song, and with just as much intensity. I was wondering if much of what he does is improvised...I mean, how could he remember that WHOLE FREAKING THING while maintaining that kind of SPEED!? But, his performance to the best of my knowledge was identical to that of his performance I witnessed a few nights' previous.


And now I am so very anxiously awaiting the 6 hour party/show at Club6ix in San Francisco on Halloween night!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

No One Can Stop Us No One Can Hate Us Heinous Heinous Heinous

I am re-re-rediscovering that Bill Hicks was awesome!

Prebiotic Happenings, Ponder in Awe, Positive Planning, and Peace at 8450 Feet (I'm the drug!)

When I came across this, the muscles in my legs twitched a bit, as if about to pounce in a giddy fit.
Like nearly everything in regards to these subjects, nothing is conclusive and of 100 percent certainty, but it is nonetheless fascinating. The very CREATION of no less than 22 amino acids, all with just a few basic elements and compounds and an electrical charge(in just over 50 years, no less!)
Have you ever heard someone make fun of the "primordial soup" postulation because of its implausibility? ..."You mean to tell me, that you honestly believe that life can come about in some ooozzeee?? Nope, not me!" Well, here you go buddy.

After recently finishing a John Muir compilation, I was at a loss for what to read next. So I went to the library on Friday and I picked up Steinbeck's East Of Eden and E.O. Wilson's Biophilia. I started Biophilia last night and am already very pleased. Wilson, like Muir, has an amazing ability to make the reader appreciate whatever it is that he is writing about. In Wilson's case, a very large portion of his writings are based on the MASSIVE amounts of research he has done on ants (see: The Ants by Bert Holldobler and Wilson. THE definitive book on ants). He spent years studying them all over the world, but spent the majority of that time in the tropics, and made some pretty amazing discoveries in the process. He has written a host of books, won two Pulitzer prizes(including one for The Ants) and a National Medal of Science, among other awards and many other achievements. A very interesting and inspiring fellow.

Anyway, while lazily reading on the deck in the my back yard(in between constantly having a tennis ball dropped in my lap by my Doberman), I was amazed by two brief sections in the very first chapter, one regarding so-called "hitchhiker" ants and the other about the "waggle dance" of the honeybee. I could summarize these, but I think that the awe and appreciation I felt after reading both sections was aided by his presentation. How Amazing This World Continues To Be...Each Mystery Unfurling, Only To Reveal Another Dozen...

...Consider a column of ants running across the floor of a South American forest. Riding on the backs of some of the foragers are minute workers of the kind usually confined to duties within the underground nursery chambers. the full significance of hitchhiking is problematic, but at the very least the act helps to protect the colony against parasites. Tiny flies, members of the family Phoridae, hover above the running foragers. From time to time a fly dives down to thrust an egg into the neck of one of them. Later the egg hatches into a maggot that burrows deeper into the ant's body. The maggot grows rapidly, transforms into a pupa, and eventually erupts through the cuticle as an adult fly to restart the lift cycle. The divebombers find the runners easy targets when they are burdened with a fragment of food. But when one also carries a hitchhiker, the smaller ant is able to chase the intruder away with its jaws and legs. It serves as a living fly whisk.

And the Honeybee account...

...The waggle dance discovered by [Karl] von Frisch, the tail-wagging movement performed inside the hive to inform nestmates of the location of newly discovered flower patches and nest sites. The dance is the closest approach known in the animal kingdom to a true symbolic language(emphasis added). Over and over again the bee traces a short line on the vertical surface of the comb, while sister workers crowd in close behind. To return to the start of the line, the bee loops back first to the left and then to the right and so produces a figure-eight. The center line contains the message. Its length symbolically represents the distance from the hive to the goal, and its angle away from a line drawn straight up on the comb, in other words away from twelve o'clock, represents the angle to follow right or left of the sun when leaving the hive. If the bee dances straight up the surface of the comb, she is telling the others to fly toward the sun. If she dances ten degrees to the right, she causes them to go ten degrees right of the sun. Using such directions alone, the members of the hive are able to harvest nectar and pollen from flowers three miles or more from the hive.
I had always heard of this "dance'' but had no idea how advanced it was. Amazing, isn't it?

Equally amazing is how much my legs freaking HURT after my bike ride on Thursday. DAMN YOU LACTIC ACID!!!! I laid awake in bed far later than I should have, but in my agony-ridden writhing and constant inward thoughts of "why the hell didn't you stretch after wards?!?" I pondered my plans for the next few years, and think I finally came to a comfortable consensus(between myself and myself) about my future...well, at least the future that resides in my RISKY DANGEROUS CARELESS twenties.

By the Fall of 09'- Get back to Sac State and finish that freaking Chemistry class so you can finally get started on the really fun biology classes and focus on finding your niche. Herpetology, Ichthyology, Ornithology, Evolution and Ecology, etc etc...
Fall of 11 or (please please Vishnu please) by the spring of 12', graduate from CSUS with my degree in Biological Conservation. I'm enjoying the school experience and I'm in no particular rush to finish, as I really enjoy taking classes and learning new things even if they don't apply to my field...but come on man, it's time to work toward an end-point!
Within about 9 months of graduation- Have about 1/4-1/2 of your student debt paid off
Within one year of graduation(by the summer of 2013)-PEACE CORPS!!!!!!!!!!!
Late 2015- Come back to a whole new world with whole new eyes, and start life all over again.

Okay, so what's with all this serious shit about amino acids and specialization and life goals and crap, am I right? No one wants to read about that...

///SNEAKY BADGER/// Life Lesson- Be A Sneaky Badger ///SNEAKY BADGER///

So on to the hike on which I embarked...

I woke up at 4am, stepped over my sleeping German Shepherd, threw some clif bars and an apple into my camelback, and hit the road. Hwy 50, East of Placerville and out of the city, is so beautiful in the hours before sunrise. What little moon and starlight that pierces the surrounding conifers leave cool little figures on the road.
I picked up my day use permit at the Ranger Station in Mill Run, and parked at the Lyons Trailhead about 4 miles south of Wright's Lake at about 6:20am, still awaiting sunup.
I headed in just at sunrise, the temperature at about 45 degrees, with a little over two miles just to hike just to get into Desolation Wilderness. But the sights and sounds along the way were worth the hike there. White pines and red firs lined the rocky trail, with the sounds of nearby Lyon's Creek always just off to my left.

Right at the Desolation Wilderness sign (see bottom of page) I was startled by a loud "Good Morning!" Looking just to my left there was a young man, probably mid-twenties, in thermals sipping his warm drink just outside of his tent. Fellow mountaineers are so friendly...

The ensuing hike, about 4.8 miles from vehicle to Sylvia Lake (my intended destination) was very beautiful, even though shortly after sunset the clouds set in, promising to be a mostly overcast day. Stellars' Jays were flying from limb to limb as I passed, while woodpeckers paid no mind.
I arrived at Syvia Lake at about 10:20, approximately 3 1/2 hours after departing.
Once at the lake, I admired the serenity of it all. A silence like nothing I've ever experienced. The reflection on the water so convincing that one feels that they could very well be upside down! And no sooner was I admiring the calm of the water when rain drops began making ripples across the water. Few things can beat eating M&M's while in this wilderness, far from civilization, while being gently graced by the wet gifts of clouds.

From this very vantage point, whilst sitting on the lake's shore and munching on my bag of sugary goodness, I looked up to the peaks above.

I must have been reading too much John Muir lately, or maybe it was just a natural urge that one feels at this particular moment...But I immediately threw everything back into my pack and took off to conquer that mountain.

Heading up for a steep climb, through the brown vegetation still being hydrated by the trickling overflow from the small lakes on the mountains above, I reached a meadow about two hundred feet above Sylvia. It was filled with pygmy conifers of some kind, all densely held together to absorb what little water flows through this wide canyon floor. I got on all fours and was able to clear about 75 yards, at about a 65 degree angle, of unstable granite shards and boulders, nearly falling quite a few times(I'm an amateur, what can I say), and after about 45 minutes, finally reached the ridge(in the above image, it is the mountain ridge you see running along the right side of the picture)
And What A View! The sun surely could not have picked a more magnificent time to peak through the clouds.

Such a young mountain range. To think that all of this was no more than gentle rolling hills just 60 million years ago is astonishing.

Two of the most refreshing moments in my life occurred on this hike, and one of them was atop this ridge. The entire hike had sheltered me from the wind, but the strength of the Southwest gusts at about 8400 feet were apparent immediately upon reaching the top. The gusts were cold, but I had the irrational urge to shed my sweatshirt and undershirt after such a hike...and let me tell you, the feeling of that mountain wind ripping across your sweat soaked body is freaking amazing. It's probably something akin jumping head first into the coldest ocean...I might just have to take up ice swimming now!

The sound of the howling wind running along the granite mountain wall beneath me is something I'll never forget.

After that unnecessary but undeniably rejuvenating break, I left my pack on the ridge and went around the mountain for some photos, and lo and behold...

Another Lake!
This looks to be what feeds into Sylvia Lake after the first summer thawing.

After enjoying the sights and sounds of the top, I did what I knew I had to but wasn't at all looking forward to doing... getting down.
The climb down wasn't as bad as getting up, but all it took was one slip of my foot to realize that I could hurt myself very badly...but luckily I spotted another person at Sylvia, so if I fell hopefully they could hear me scream haha.
Once back down into the canyon floor, I decided to follow another stream, fed from one of the several lakes to the north, back down to the trail.

Jumping from bank to bank, enjoying the music of the water, taking a break on a boulder dividing the stream and letting my head rest underneath the ice-cold water falling from an overhead rock(that second Most Refreshing Moment), and enjoying the several other minor falls for about 1/4 of a mile,

I finally reached the trail, about 100 yards west of Sylvia Lake, and at 1pm, began my journey back. I passed several courteous hikers (I LOVE being there early, I'm always the first to my destination), all of whom stopping to say hi, ask how my hike is going, and other pleasantries...I've never met an asshole hiker. I know, I know...there have to be many out there...but this place has me convinced that there are very few around here haha.

I reached my car at 3pm, 8 hours after beginning my hike, with about 10.5 miles accomplished and some very aching muscles.
All the more motivation to get in better shape to do more of this next year, and every year after that.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

In Preparation

I awoke this morning with a strong urge to get outside for the better part of the day. Needing some extra motivation to stay awake, I blasted some music from my computer, cleaned around the house, finished reading The Wild Muir, filled my water bottle, and hopped on my bike.

I took the American River Trail up to Watt Ave., then back down the trail, over the river and through my school, downtown to the Central Library on I St. In all my years living in the area I have never been to another library in Sacramento aside from the dinky one right here in West Sacramento. I applied for and received my library card, did some perusing and made some notes of what to look for tomorrow, and finished my bike ride home.

21.5 miles! I know it's not much in comparison to many other bikers on the trail, but for just being on a mountain bike with road tires, I made really good time and, aside from the lingering tension in my thighs, I feel GREAT!

But I'm feeling pretty well not just because of the after-effects of exercise(sweet sweet lactic acid buildup!), but because I decided, while on the bike trail, that I'm going to do some hiking up in Desolation Wilderness on Saturday.

I will rouse at 4:30am, pack some bars, a notebook, and my field guide. I hope to be to the Wright's Lake area just before sunrise at 7, and head into the Lyon's Trailhead right at sunrise, into the Southwestern edge of the Wilderness, to some lakes just at the base of Pyramid Peak. This will be my first solo hike of any significant distance. I anxiously await the day!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


In my late night browsing for party music (I'm such a partier!!!) I was very happy to find this. Once the bass drums kick in...I want to lift my glass to the sky (right now it's just water but pretend it has like a hundred dollars of shiny alcohol in it)and get down!

"Hyper Hyper"-Modeselektor featuring Otto Von Schirach
Video independently filmed and edited.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The many RRRRrrrRRR's

Tomorrow will be Day 40 of having no classes to attend and no occupation to work at. By Choice.
I've definitely had a few glares directed to me at the mention of this, as if to say "You Lazy Son Of A Bitch You Are Scum I Hate You!"
I've also had several people say "That Is Really Great Enjoy It While You Can Have Fun Relax!"

To be fair, I totally understand why some people would see me as being lazy as far as school and work go. I have my own schedule and no one to answer to, no papers to write and no punch card to keep, while the majority of other people at my age have most or all of these.

But I definitely am not being lazy by any means. I am exercising every day, always cleaning and keeping things neat and helping around the house, traveling and seeing family and the state's beautiful landscapes as much as possible, making music, and reading a whole hell of a lot.

After the initial "I can do whatever the hell I want"-shock I felt after the field season ended and I dropped this semester from Sacramento State, I decided that I would make this time off worth productive, active, and to make it a healthy and memorable stage in my development.

To make this goal more Dr. Phil-friendly, I decided to make them into a rather long-winded and only slightly less intelligible acronym... the RRRrrrrrrrRRR's....

Reading, really relaxing, reeling in right-thinking, and reflecting, while also responsibly, rationally, and sometimes redundantly regenerating and re-rendering life's requests.

In the time I've had off: I have visited family in Dayton, NV and came back into California exploring and fishing in areas of the Sierras I had never seen. I've taken numerous trips to San Francisco, gone to shows, gone to see family in San Diego, and on the way home drove through the California Deserts in thunderstorms, had revelations at the Manzanar Internment Camp, saw the wonders of the Eastern Sierras, including the towns of Big and Lone Pine, Bishop and Lee Vining, and on the same day witnessed the beauty that is Mono Lake and Mt. Whitney and the Panum crater and Yosemite National Park. I have read several books recently and am working on several more. I've listened to lots of new music and discovered new artists I would otherwise not have heard. I've spent more time with my two dogs than I have in such a long time, am catching up on the sleep I lost over the course of the summer, and am reflecting on the year and my on life in general. And in so doing am readjusting priorities and reassessing goals, both personal and professional. I'm also planning on going up to Susanville, CA to stay with family for a few days then back through Reno and into Dayton once more before the storms hit.
I am finding new inspiration and motivation everyday, all of which I doubt possible while working full time and going to school at the moment.

So in short, I am enjoying the time while I have it, and am really looking forward to the new experiences and revelations I will have in the coming days...even if they do occur in a lounge chair while I'm in my pajamas...

Tomorrow I'm going for 22-25 miles on my bike, going to see Bill Maher's "Religulous" at Tower Theatre, going to the independent book store across the street to grab some E.O. Wilson and possibly a S.J. Gould book or two, then chill in my backyard with some tea and let the words flow through me.

I do plan on, and indeed will be attending school and working in the near future...I will be back to full time units at school and full time hours working some odd job and busting ass to move out and make end's meat...

...but while I have the funds and resources to take a break from it all, I'm going to allow myself the indulgence while I can have it.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


After missing Mochipet twice due to illness(mine) in the past month or two, and in light of more recent personal events of the negative kind, I decided that there was no way that I was going to miss his show in San Francisco on Friday night. I usually try to make a day out of going to the city, so I figured that I would go see the new California Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park, do my usual perusing for new music in Amoeba records, and have an big dinner, all in time for the show.

On the road and before I had even reached SF I was feeling the hunger gnaw at me, and thought...I haven't been around in Berkeley in awhile, let's do lunch there (By let's I mean my belly and I)!
I made my way up University Ave., always happy to see the diversity of people walking the streets going about, some feverishly and some quite sleepily, on their day's missions.
I finally found a parking spot just off of Telegraph(Fridays around a tourist destination+college traffic=DON'T EVER GO THERE) and had just put two quarters into the meter when it started flashing something like "failure" or "out of service". I wouldn't be around long, and besides, what are the chances a metermaid would find my car next to a flashing red meter?

So I made my way down Telegraph, past the homeless, beggars, college students, and German tourists, and straight to Bongo Burger, one of my favorite places for a quick bite. I had a persian burger and fries. Mmmm...lamb is a wonderful thing.
From there I made a short stop at Amoeba records, found a cheap Venetian Snares and Luke Vibert CD, and headed back to the car, full of anticipation to get to SF and see the Academy. Just before I turned the corner to my car, I looked down to behold a rather portly woman, most likely of the homeless origin, lying on the corner of the sidewalk, with an extended hand and cup, and her pants resting FAR below where they should have been...really...I didn't need to see what I saw.
But of course I would not let any sight or sound destroy my day, so I turned the corner and...

From about twenty feet away I could see something flapping in my windshield...
6 years of driving and my first parking ticket! BERKELEY of all places. So although that's $30 I'll eventually have to part with, after a quick moment of expletives, I decided not to let it affect my mood.

I blasted the VS cd(Hospitality...awesome, but still haven't found anything of his that tops Detrimentalist) while weaving in and out of traffic and over the bay Bridge, and finally made it to Golden Gate Park around 1:30. and HOLY CRAP I knew that it would be busy but had no idea that the one museum parking garage (just under the Academy, near the de Young Museum and the Japanese Tea Gardens) would be full and that I'd have to park about 15 minutes away!
But it was a beautiful walk; lots of happy families playing in the park, couples jogging together, groups of friends laughing as they rode by on their bikes, and little old me, heavily bearded and wearing my Otto Von Schirach shirt and getting stares from quite a number of people, just humming in a semi-jog toward my desitination.

Windy days in San Francisco are great scenes to behold. The air is so crisp and clear, and everyone looks just as much of an idiot trudging around and fighting the wind on the streets as you do.

After getting the ticket situation squared away (read-for the forseeable future, but your tickets online and in advance like I did...there are an unbelievable amount of people there, all waiting in lines...) I headed in. Upon enterring, one of the first things that grabs your attention, aside from the sheer overwhelming size of the interior, is the architecture...quite beautiful really.
I made my way to the North end first, which has a pretty cool African exhbit including African penguins, and to what I was happily surprised to see as a Darwin/Evolution area. The African exhibit is inside the only part of the Academy that was left as-is, but the entire North end of the newly built structure is devoted to the many facets of Darwin's findings (with special focus to those of the Galapagos Islands) with exhibits on flightless cormorants, marine iguanas, the several tortoises of the islands, and the mockingbirds and finches which Darwin spent so much time studying.

I headed downstairs to the aquarium after spending a few moments viewing this large timelined wall. Seeing things like this always leave me feeling weird... In awe mostly...humans have such a horrible grasp of time and its significance, and I think it really shows in the lack of our appreciation for how long it took for us and everything we see today to get here.

On the way downstairs to the Steinhart Aquarium, I was greeted by two American Alligators, several alligator snapping turtles, and another tank with several alligator gars.

The Aquarium itself is pretty awesome. There are a variety of tank-types, Phillipine reefs, night reefs, Pacific coast and kelp forest tanks, as well as the flooded Amazon forest tank that you can walk under and through. My personal favorites were the freshwater stingrays and the shelled nautilus tank.

Back upstairs and headed towards to opposite side of the building, I saw a line of about 70-100 people, all waiting for entrance into the enclosed, 4 story rainforest. Though it looked interesting and I'm sure had several informative displays inside, I was in no line-waiting mood, and strolled happily past the impatient ones.

The South side of the building is entirely devoted to climate change, with a lot of attention and detail given to the importance of the Sierra Nevada mountain range(damn right!) and the impact climate change is having on its snow- and rainfall. Its on my mind a lot, and I try to do my part, but seeing visuals and displays about our impact...and to SEE what this area used to look like before we swarmed into California... Very Powerful stuff. Regardless of how you feel about human's responsibility for climate change, we should at the very least take this message to heart. We have so much potential for good, but are currently doing so much harm...

Nothing lightens up the day like Andy Warhol paintings...
Ok maybe not, but it was still awesome to see that a very large portion of his Endangered Species pieces were on display on the way upstairs, on my way towards the naturalist center and the Living Roof.

Once out of the elevator and immediately upon looking up to the beautiful blue sky, two Blue Angels jets flew in formation overhead.
I knew it was that time of the year, but had no idea I'd have them flying over my head right on cue, as if it was a gaudy introduction of me to those fascinated citizens awaiting my arrival on the roof.

The roof itself has thousands of California-native plants, and houses 60,000 photo voltaic cells, cleanly powering much of the Academy.
Green technology and architecture working hand-in-hand. I love it!

After a few more fly-overs by the Blue Angels, I figured that it was time to hit the ol' dusty trail...just a mile or two over to Haight.
I actually legally parked on Haight for the first time in years. I usually park in the surveilled McDonald's parking lot, go through the back entrance, and right out the front, so it appears that I am indeed parking there for the full allotted time to enjoy a big mac and fries...
But no, this time I found an open space, paid for it, and had no worries about whether some McDonald's security cop would have me towed.

I spent a few minutes in Amoeba, bought another Venetian Snares cd(Meathole) along with a CEX cd(Being Ridden). Both are quite awesome. CEX has an awesome way of melding his well-written raps, full of wit and attitude, with his electronics.

I took a quick browse in Goodwill, then across the street to an awesome Thai restaurant, Siam Lotus. Good Pad Thai!

I don't know who to thank but I feel that I must thank SOMEBODY or SOMETHING for putting a shopping center with easily accessible restrooms so close to the venue. Because driving in SF while holding your bladder is one of the worst feelings know that finding parking or even a place with a public restroom is hard enough, but for some reason if you're in the city using their restrooms and if you're not a customer, you tend to get raced out pretty quickly by employees.

After that relieving and rejuvenating release, I made the short walk to Il Pirata, where my night was to enfold. It's a pretty cool pizza/pasta joint, with a nice atmosphere and some amazingly nice waitresses. I had just eaten less than an hour ago, but I ordered a mini-hawaiin pizza and a pint of Sierra Nevada...What the hell, right? I was here to enjoy the night, and enjoy I would...and what better way to help that enjoyment along than pizza, beer, a cute sweetheart of a waitress, and some music?
I had about an hour and a half to kill, so after my meal (soo fulllll) I left her a pretty big tip, took a short walk, and returned to sit in the lounge area outside. I listened to a few ladies chat nearby, some of whom were in the group Hottub playing later that night, talk about how awesome crank is and that they haven't slept in four days...(read: if any of you are totally rich and have money to give to research, I would happily accept a grant to write about all my observations...I am naturally an enthusiastic cultural/social observer)
Pretty entertaining, and before I knew it, the show inside was starting!

I took a seat in a leather booth, and watched as one of the girls I had been listening to was playing some pretty awesome rap mashups with some cool electro beats behind it, all while dancing around in her silly glasses. After her, there was another DJ doing about the same kind of stuff, a little more straight forward and club-style, but still good.

While he was playing, my waitress walked by and gave me some hot popcorn and told me I was sweet :-)
All the while, the girl who had previously played was setting up her micro-synth and effects pedals on a table closer to the center of the room, and was excited at the prospect that I might hear her again but something different entirely. And I was right! She calls herself MNDY, and proudly proclaimed her Oakland roots and love of San Francisco into her delay-ridden microphone, and quickly started the onslaught all our senses. She would sample her moaning or screaming, then loop that at odd times and with several effects over her ever-changing synthesizer loops. It was amazing!

And right after she finished, the moment I was waiting for occured. Mochipet opened up his laptop with the Girls Love Breakcore sticker and started playing some pretty awesome breakcore-ish stuff. The sad thing was...aside from the few other djs and guy working on the mixer, I was the ONLY one on the floor and actively watching/listening to him. I'm sure everyone would've loved to have a much bigger crowd tonight, but I must admit that it was pretty awesome to feel like the show was being played just for me at that time.

After a few songs solo, a man that I had noticed early because of his awesome haircut(mohawk running down and connecting with a strip of hair about 1 inch thick, that ran along the base of his skull and around and over his ears, the rest of it was completely shaved) came out in this awesome suit and started rapping over Mochipet's music.

Definitely a spectacle, great music and some more energy added to the floor, even with only a few of us watching. They rocked out a few more songs, and ended that set when Juiceboxx finished setting up and gave Mochipet the universal throat slitting gesture to end. I might have stayed for more of Juiceboxx's set, which was pretty fun attitude-laden Wisconsin-borne rap, but it peeved me how he had Mochi finish so abruptly, so I took my good-bye urination and went into that good night...but not before finding Mochipet, shaking his hand, and telling him that I really enjoyed his show. I'm sure he gets that a lot, but I think, after a night like this and with a lack of fans to watch, that he was pretty happy to hear that.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Please do...for all of us...

Shatter matter and sunder some sun dried sound waves