So today a long awaited recording session is happening in about 2 hours!
I have been working on putting together a demo and eventually an album with a few different artists and producers. This particular one is my fav though! Tim K. has worked with many different artists including Lucy Woodward, Derrick Carter, DJ Collette, and JT Donaldson. We had done Need A Taste together and his partner expressed interest in me as well. Mic Murphy of The System is from what I know, an extremely talented living legend! He has worked with artists like Madonna and Prince and had a top Billboard hit with The System for the title track to "Coming to America"!!!! So. Needless to say I am psyched.
Tim has an album out on Om Records now. He is a fantastic and unbelievably talented musician and producer. Check him out at:
http://www.om-records.com/artists/home_&_garden
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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Friday, October 17, 2008
Act 1
So....after quite a bit of thought and consideration on the insanity that is my life, I have decided I would be doing the world a disservice not to share my daily experiences. Or at least with those looking for a little shock value and a lot of laughs.
Let's start with my DJ obsession. Some would say dj fucker, but I wouldn't take it that far. Let's just say with my roster, I would have a damn good record label. Or at least a kick ass Essential Mix. I don't know what it is but I have a thing for them. And musicians. And producers. And boys with tattoos. And boys who have style. And if you are a combination of any of the above, you're in luck. So, let's call this particular one DJ Dick. And this is because, my friends, DJ Dick is widely known for spreading his love across the nation and probably the world. He had sex with four of my friend Jen's friends. If he's fucked 4 people I know through one friend, his "number" must be pretty fucking high. But nonetheless, little ol me thinks this guy is actually capable of taking me out and having a conversation.
Nope. Straight to the point, DJ Dick doesn't dick around. Walk into loft/studio/apartment/love den. Sit on couch. Talk for 5 minutes. ATTACK. I don't even know this guy. Who just jumps someone you don't know? DJ Dick. That's who. I think he's trying to break a world record. He talks really really dirty. I somehow end up in his bed. hahaha. yes yes i know. then i realize how extremely fucked up/horny/dirty/hot/classless this situation is and i look up to see his bed surrounded by mirrors. I dare to ask, please tell me there isn't a video camera somewhere as I have the feeling I am being watched. And DJ Dick points to his bedside table where there sits a video camera. "It's not turned on. That's your call." No seriously. I totally called it. Romp lasts a little longer and I just get continually disgusted from the entire situation, stand up, get dressed, and walk out the door. HA. Later that night, I'm at Happy Endings and another friend of Dick's says he has been talking about a girl he was with today with a Juicy Ass.
New nickname? Nice. I must have the juiciest ass on the island of Manhattan for DJ Dick to say so. I mean, he's definitely seen a legitimate number of asses. Not to mention his single is, Shake That Ass. Irony?
After that exciting first "date" I head over to meet Destructiny/Partner in Crime where we continue to create havoc everywhere we go. We went to meet Franki Chan at Plan B where he was spinning, then over to Happy Endings where I was dancing on a banquette in a place where banquette dancing isn't really done. Next to a white rap group. All types of confusing. We were taking pictures in some weird tiled room and I kissed OJ in the bathroom. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you prior to the OJ kiss and DJ Dick, I made out with my boss. 3 down for the count. 1 left to go. After that, we end up going home, dancing to ghetto booty shaking music, then Majors comes over. Story stops here.
This was two nights ago. Last night, is a whole new thing. I decided to have a rager in the penthouse of the building I've been selling. Hey, they laid me off. Better use the space, right?
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