Days never spent at home.

My apartment misses me. My fridge was emptied a week ago. My shoulders hurt and my feet stink. But good conversations were had and a few memories made forever. At least until next weekend of for better-or-worse hedonism.
Hedonism spawns good music, insanely progressive dance music veering wildly through genres and countries like an eight year old on the internet.



My heaphones keep playing endless combinations of hyphy hiphop and electro, it seems like I hear Kid Sister acapellas mixed over hard beats three times a day. Dance floors must be on fire around the world. Despite my original intentions Steve Aoki's huge new "debut" album is on constant repeat in the kitchen. It's cheesy, it's easy and is surely going to be huge hit. Songs like The Boy Who Ran Away (Riton Re-Dub with The Mystery Jets) have mainstream crossover written all over them.

The news from around the world scares me more and more, amazement on a daily basis. Cultural trends and new lows in advertising. lThere is some new energy powder (The Red Bull of Emergen-C?) that just came out. I only imagine bro's pouring heaps of white powder into their Coors Lite while they survey the view of overweigh breasts grinding the Dixie. Our world really truely, is deskobsessed with getting fucked up. The kids with good reason and the adults with fascination.