"A few months ago I was in the early stages of working on a Mos Def mix. One Sunday night I heard this mix while listening to the World Famous Wake Up Show and decided that I should begin to work on something else."
DJ Raichous mentioned on her blog she couldn't get a drop from Mos Def for this mix (Not enough connects). But now she performed with Mos in NYC last Saturday.
So the Do-Over is this wonderful little summer party in LA every Sunday (+ certain holiday celebrations). Yesterday was the kick-off jam. The creators of the Do-Over thought it be genius to not announce their special guest DJs before the event. This proved them so. Hence, "Well, well, well, whaddya know..."
Numark murdered it with his eyes closed. And the most beautiful thing about it was that he played during sunset, lighting was PERFECT. Lighting is so crucial, so crucial. My accomplices for the afternoon/evening were these 2 lovely ladies, Eishil [Beat Swapmeet/Fly Ball] and DJ Roza [LA/SF].
Around 10:30pm Roza and I headed back to the cars, which felt like 456789 miles away considering we lost track of how long we were standing for and our legs were like jello. Bumped a "Numark Live @ The Get Back" mixtape until 11pm rolled around and we tuned in here,
where the World Famous Wake Up Show lives and listened as King Tech ever so graciously played my dinky 10 minute set to open up the show. Sigh. Hearing yourself on the radio is like no other feeling I can describe. Ok, maybe I'll try: it's kinda like...finding free puppies. It shall still air this Saturday on KMEL in the bay, for the rest of the world you can tune in online. Otherwise, you can download the raspy-straight-off-the-radio recording here:
I'll have the official archive posted soon. This Saturday please join us for the monthly jam the Fly Ball, where we will be celebrating Eishil's extended birthday month:
The Fly Ball Sat/May/23 Grand Star Jazz Club Chinatown, LA
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:
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.
