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Bar in Nishi Azabu
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Went to a rather fancy lounge bar in Nishi Azabu yesterday. Apparently, fancy doesn’t mean you are discouraged from bringing your doggie and have him sit on the bar with his own bowl of water (well, I guess it was water, might very well have been whisky or something).
Mini Mix #7: Da Electro Shit
“If he’s playing again already, it can’t have hurt that bad“, my parents would have said (any parents, really)…
Or maybe that’s just what I need. Spend a few hours playing loud music, dye my hair blue and go drink my age in sake cups (only two out of three so far, but we’re working on it).
For those who loved the funky jazzy sounds of the last few mixes… you’re gonna be disappointed.
Yea, today is electro-ish mood. Can you feel the teenage angst? can you hear the dark eyeliner and the eurotrash accents?
It’s pack full of borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties, it noisy, it’s dirty and I fucked up numerous times (that’s when I was refilling my gin tonic), but it’s my birthday so bite me (no. not there, it hurts).
Dr Dave’s MiniMix #7 (right-click here for download)
Keywords: electro, 80s, dirty, noisy, eurotrash chic, German rock, komputers, Miss Kittin, Ladytron, Felix da Housecat, Kraftwerk, LCD Soundsystem, I wanna be your dog, Losing my edge…
B-day Blues
Fair Warning: this entry is quite likely the most bloggish, pseudo-teenage-angst-ridden, self-indulgent, boring, piece of navel-gazing ever written on this blog (and a quick look at the rest should convince you this is no small feat).
My cat, who is usually my most patient reader, fell asleep halfway through: you probably won’t fare any better. I’m mostly writing this because it’s more considerate than hogging a friend’s ear for a whole evening of uninspired confidences. It’s also much easier to erase in the morning when I get over it.
I hate hairdressers
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he practically shaved the sides into oblivion, then proceeded to give me the worst farmboy hairdo this side of Kentucky…
arg. time to go grab the electric shaver.
Japanese Supermarket Considerations
- Revenge of the obāchans
It is pretty much Dawn of the Dead‘s aftermath out there (after the zombies have won). I guess only 70 year old grandmas and sleep-dephased gaijins go shop on a tuesday afternoon.
- Sid, if you only knew what they did to you…
There is no such thing as a music track unfit for supermarket PA in Japan. Of course, it needs undergoing a heavy process of musical mutilation first.
I am puzzled at the mere thought of that guy out there with a cheap Casio synthesizer who spends his days re-recording any song he can put his hands on, ensuring it is first emptied of anything that could even remotely be called “musical essence”. Apparently that guy thinks that Mozart’s K. 219, Staying Alive and Anarchy in the UK all have the same potential for easy-listening adaptation.
I might one day beg the supermarket manager to let me make a copy of their CD… unless there is some radio station that broadcast that. Need to find out. - Do We really need to have the fresh octopi tentacles on display, next to yoghurts and beer?
Not that they don’t look appetizing or anything.
Keitai Post
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Hmmn… I’ve seen that word somewhere before.
Random thoughts from the Week-end
- Beam bum has finally been added to my list of potential career options with a fairly high probability rating.
- Drinking lukewarm Dom Perignon off the bottle all night is not as bad as it sound.
- Drinking lukewarm Chivas Regal around 9 in the morning is as bad as it sounds. But it does help rinsing the taste of sand off your mouth.
- There are a lot of reasons why you could wake up to your underwear rolled up in a bunch twenty feet away. 3am skinny dipping is only one of them.
- Among the many things that probably should not be attempted past a certain hour while highly intoxicated (or intoxicatingly high): barbecuing with chopsticks, shooting fireworks and fixing electrical equipment hold a good position. But they can yield great fun nonetheless.
- Miscellaneous tattoos: an Oakland Raiders logo (shoulder), a large representation of JC on a cross (chest) and a chinese kanji meaning ‘road’ in Japanese (shoulder).
- Sunscreen spray battle is fun. and retrospectively, quite literally saved my ass.
- Denny’s is always a safe choice for a Sunday morning fix, even if the eggs are a bit crunchy from the sand that keeps falling in your plate.
Beach Party III
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Beach Party II
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You know what: I like my life