the biggest american apparel ever.

while i'm in new york, staying at the w and reveling in my hipness on my laptop smoking parliaments and sitting in indie cafes...

not. but i am staying at the W and reveling in my hip-ness. and while i'm here being hip, here are the hip pictures i took on my iphone (actually)

the guy at the counter at NY's Upper Playground told me he loved me.

i swear.

all the rest of these were taken as i gawked at what i swear to god is the BIGGEST AMERICAN APPAREL EVER.

(peep the "california select"!)

die hipster scum.

Today I learned that I am on the Chrome Bags mailing list...

In defense of my sortofkindofnotahipster-ness and to make my self feel better, here is my attempt to show that i'm not THAAAAAAT hip. (right?)

If you were playing this and saw me, you probably couldn't cross all of these off.

Doesn't look like me, right?

I bet i'd be allowed to sit on these stairs.

and FINALLY, I Don't have one of these shirts. which i think makes me less of a hipster.

Best thing about this picture? It was taken at an Urban Outfitters in New York.

If you need me to explain the humor in that to you, you're probably not a hipster. Congrats.

to anybody who got it... See you at BlowUp SF tonight?

Peace up, Pants down

new live show:

the only live instrument i'll ever need.

yes, it really plays. many props to thinkgeek.com

douchebloggery. part deuche.

Yesterday, I read "The Birthmark" by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

It revolves around an obsessive scientist and the woman he marries, who quietly exists as what is basically natures most beautiful creation. Men fall to her feet. She is essentially flawless; except for one thing. She has a big old crimson birthmark on her cheek.

While many men find the birthmark adds to her beauty, or claim that they do, the scientist feels only the opposite. He loathes it to the point of obsession, to the point that he dreams of it and shudders convulsively at the sight. At first, his disgust is painful for his wife... but soon she begins to loathe it even more than he.

The scientists obsession eventually leads him to a final "cure" for the birthmark... With a possible risk. Without a second thought the wife agrees, drinks the cure and falls into a deep slumber. And... it kills her.  In his search to eradicate the stamp of humanity, of imperfection on the world's most nearly perfect being, he destroys it.

I love this story because it makes human imperfection a necessity -something beautiful, something to never be destroyed.

I love it because of the astounding prose it is written in.

But most of all it just makes me wonder...

If I had a big-ass, crimson handprint on my face, would you still buy my cd?

think about it. peace up, a-town down.

Or Be Square.

DJ4Life 2nd Anniversary HUGE Party tonight!!! [3/14/09]

Over 20 DJs

21+ With I.D.

I'm spinning tonight so come see me! I will also, as usual, be the raffle girl so come find me for your tickets :)

Peace Up,

A-town down.

tunez

The Automobile is up on itunes!



click here

The Automobile Release!!!!!!!!!!

The Automobile Out Now!!!!!!
available at www.cdbaby.com/cd/ducky2

and on verizon's v-cast, apple itunes, rhapsody, and many more digital sources within the next few week.

if you live in SF, I have plenty of copies to sell you personally.

$8 - for San Francisco students only. $10 for the rest. :)

that's all. djing next saturday. (check upcoming events). word up, peace out.

cause mashups are easy, but this bitch ain't

supper.

thanks to everyone who showed up! 

photos by Bridget O'Keefe.