TIME BOMB BABY

week three of pseudo-unemployment has proved to be the breaking point for yours truly. i guess i really was meant to be a working person. granted, my ideal job would be something that allowed for travel and the occasional late morning (calling all merchies!) but all it took was one morning hunting for office space (lets call it: yesterday) to get me back in the yen-zone for purpose. its been a long this week, this one. my favorite intoxicators, art brut, were in town for three days after siren fest to record their we are scientists cover (yes, in case you missed the low-flying news story, art brut and we are scientists are going to be touring together in the fall, and as an added bonus they are recording covers of each others tunes to release as a tour-only split 7"). they were actually pretty well behaved this time around - the notion of being "professional" musicians (read: in studio) as opposed to tour monsters set em straight til their last night in town. we made our rounds around tribeca on monday night which inevitably led to a stop into the dark room which led to jasper falling in love with nick from the french kicks which led to well... lets call it: tuesday. on tuesday night i was tapped to dj the annex with the great commiserator, nora, in honor of our boys army of me. it was my first time seeing them play in ages and it was pretty mindblowing. i think my take on AOM has always been the same - they came out of the fucking womb with lighters in hand and arenas on the line. now that theyve finished recording their debut album (coming out this fall), theyve got this arsenal of anthems that had a bunch of unfairly hot models swooning at their feet. if vince starts doing interviews with playboy, we know the time has come.

wednesday night was supposed to be my night off. i told everyone at the annex on tuesday to not bother trying to reach me, as i had a hot date with muthafuckin p-run. sorry bout your life, malan, but it was getting pretty uncomfortable. thing was though, my old coworkers from the agency decided to pick wednesday night to stage an agency reunion/mets viewing party. so i went over to my buddy jons apartment and ate sushi and ordered wine (i brought a bottle with me to start, and that may or may not have been because i couldnt uncork it myself - wheres my fucking cabana boy when i need him???) and toked away the rain delay. my bf david wright didnt earn his nightly hand job, and the game was kinda a wash, but whatever. you cant be so much awesome all the damn time. so then there was yesterday, which went something like office space office space eat a sandwich drink some razz. we djed upstairs last night, and while its never our favorite spot (that basement bar fuckin OWNS), we were pleasantly rewarded by some of the most fun dancing people we could have hoped for. there was a group from montreal who insisted on some arcade fire action (and yet had the gall to say the stills werent really canadian! boo hiss!). there was our main man dan keyes who somehow managed to miss the two young love songs we played. and there was me, captain tact, who as soon as i overheard a bathroom conversation about the presence of jamie from the kills went straight to the booth to drop "fried my little brains." have i ever mentioned how much i love doing that? i was rudely awakened by the fucking mess of rain this morning, but its for the best, it gave me a few extra hours to watch this video on repeat and get my womanbits in a tizz. have i ever mentioned how much i love TBS?