Box wearer.

So just a little insight to my daylight life, I work at a doctor's office so by default I have to confine to the uniformity of medical attire aka scrubs, or as my coworker Adri and I call them: boxes. While biking to work this morning, my ceil blue scrub pant leg got caught in the gears (since they're so darn baggy) and ripped a hole, so I had to go looking online for some new ones. I mean, they have to really try hard to make them look this bad. You can make normal, decent looking clothes without much effort. But these......good Lord, these....
You just naturally fold into the shape of a cardboard box upon slipping them on. And they come in various horribly solid colors, OR! you can make like a nursery wall and get them in "prints."

REALLY. I mean really. And as if things couldn't be anymore unflattering, someone decided it was a great idea to make clogs the official footwear to just finish the piece off.



Ok, ok, ok. That was my vent for the night. On a lighter note, I've graciously been added to the JazzyFatNasty DJ roster and scheduled to spin there the first Friday of every month. And seeing that tomorrow just happens to be included in that series of first Fridays you can catch me there this weekend with Kidragon, who will be blessing the decks with a special tribute set to David Axelrod, whose Timelss perfomance (with opening set by J.Rocc) was unfortunately canceled this weekend (DEVASTATION!). I was suuuuuuper bumbed, especially since I missed the previous Timeless performance by Arthur Verocai, one of the greatest Brazilian musicians ever, when he performed 2 weeks ago thinking Axelrod was the prize. Ah well. Looks like I'm just gonna have to go to Brazil myself. Here's a little clip of what I wish was...



JazzyFatNasty.SD
Fri.April.03

And the following weekend you can find me accompanying some of the dopest females on deck at:

Soul Sessions.LA
Fri.April.10.09


And as an added treat, Niko (the initiator of this all) has brought me to post my first mix on this blog. It's a mix I did for her and my cousin Mikey about 2 years back, since their birthdays were so close together. It's reflective of where we recall most of our childhood memories to have taken place: the den.

Thus, I present to you:

Den Music For the Soul