DJ Mahogany's 30 Min Of Shame @ Go Bar Fri Nite 2-2

Hi All,

I hope that everyone is doing well (especially Pineapple Colonscopy, Jr. & the respective Colonscopy clan). At the request of the tall man (and the promise that I can rub his belly all night long Fri night--I wish I could rub "more") I am putting out the message that I will be making my debut at the GO Bar Friday night for a brief 30 min set. There's going to be a line up of many talented DJs including our very own Kennie Bloggins. The set list includes:

Tim Nackachi-10 pm
Phlab-10:30 pm
Twin Powers-11 pm
Jean Paradies-11:30 pm
Frzzzly Muff-Midnight
MP3J Vinal-12:30 am
DJ Mahogany (That's me!!!)-1 am
Krush Girls-1:30 am

Dat ole sweetly anorexic Dan Geller put it all together. There's no cover charge. It's a free event all night long. I'm going to lean more towards playing jams from the 70s & 80s, and bust out some that have never been heard before. I'm nervous and I hope that all of you will come out and dance (or at least get drunk and dance to whatever silliness I play). Take care and I hope to see all of you out nekk..oops...I mean out dancing.

GOP leaders:

my pops sent me the above. tru dat.


also, check out this website and video about "maverick" republican front-runner john mccain. it's put out by brave new films, the people who did the anti-walmart movie (among others). mccain is probably better than whoever else the GOP could run, but he still a hypocrit and a bit of a douche.

miscellany:

my curiousity having been peaked by the clearly visible renovations, i did some web research and learned that this place is supposed to open in march 2007. if it turns out to be decent, the athens/atlanta pendelum will swing even further into the classic city's favor (the availability of arty flicks has always been one of the ATL's few quality bargaining chips).


really juiced about the lemonheads playing the 40 watt on saturday night. a long time ago, in a suburb not so far away, this was the first cd i ever bought.


in blog news, the sauce has had a slew of quality posts of late. one was about the transformers.

overheard on finley.

i was looking at this earlier today; got me thinking about things i've overheard. what first came to mind was something i caught six months or so ago. it was lunchtime on a weekday, and i was walking down north finley on my way to meet Reno and PC downtown for some clocked burgers. two teenage black girls were walking the opposite way:

"i'm tellin ya girl, if you don't watch it, you gonna end up bein a dick-suckin pro."

contributions?

How to Spend $1.2 Trillion

This is what the war in Iraq is costing us. I was going to try to say something clever about Republicans being hypocritical when it comes to government spending, but I think this speaks for itself.

Guilty Pleasure

Somewhere Chuck Klosterman wrote that there is basically no such thing as a guilty pleasure, because people don't actually feel guilty about enjoying the things they label "guilty pleasures." Therefore, they are just "pleasures." Although this is about 99% true, I can offer at least one exception to his theory.

I like Cat Stevens, and it really makes me sick.

I mean, I guess it's sortof defensible now that Wes Anderson is using his old stuff in all his movies. And for a while I would sorta argue that his songs are really tightly constructed and really maudlin, but in a good way. And I used to think it was sort of cool that he gave the music industry a big F-U and converted to Islam at a time when that was completely nonsensical and sort of awesome.

But let's be honest. He's not cool. And his music really sort of sucks. If Jackson Browne got all whacked out on religion and became a Rosicrucian or something, would it make him any cooler? No, he'd still be lame-ass Jackson Browne. And the fact that he supported the fatwa on Salman Rushdie is truly indefensible.

What prompted all this was the little blurb in the Sunday New York Times where he casually drops that he is still selling 1.5 million albums a year. You mean this ass clown swore off all his earthly possessions and "gave up" his old music career to make spoken-word albums about Mohammed and all this time he's been cashing royalty checks for 1.5 million albums per year?

Oh Cat Stevens, why do you have to be my second favorite Cypriot-born British pop star?

dumb ads / cool ads.

i'm been befuddled for a while by those sony bravia ads, the ones where they say "television for men and women". what? as opposed to the gender specific tv sets of old? what the hell does that mean. well here is something of an explanation. apparently the ad is designed for people with DVRs...plus you're supposed to be inspired to go to the sony website.

the article also discusses some previous "bravia" ads, which i checked out and are pretty cool. take a look here and here (sorry, i'm too dumb to figure out how to "embed" youtube; it keeps not working. i also can't figure out how to put pictures in a myspace comment). anyway, apparently no special effects are used one these ads, which is pretty wild in the case of the second one.


ps- though it pains me to do so, i have to offer congratulations to kbowman on his gator's impressive victory last night. "the bowman" put on an impressive display of drunken jackassery while watching the game at "the max canada" (aka- room 13; aka- the engine room). anyway, go SEC.

Down time well spent

I've spent a little of my extra time after the holidays getting fed up with our federal government. Here's how:

1. I watched When the Levees Broke, the 4 hour Spike Lee documentary on New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast. I guarantee you'll well up several times throughout and, for the particularily emotional, I suggest you pick up a fresh box of Puffs on the way to your local video rental store. It will, of course, outrage and frustrate you as well. Terrence Blanchard, a musician who scored Spike Lee's Inside Man and grew up in New Orleans put it best. When he went to visit his mother in New Orleans, he asked: Why don't you see rows of trailers in the hardest hit areas and hear the cacophony of hammers driving nails into new homes? Because people of power (i.e. politicians and insurance companies) don't give a damn about the well-being of regular homeowners. Spike Lee's documentary is hands down the best reporting I've seen on the disaster. It makes the stuff we saw on TV after the disaster look like an afterschool special.

2. I'm finishing up The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan, a book about the people who lived through the dust storms of the 1930s. I've found it particularily interesting because you can read The Grapes of Wrath or listen to a number of songs by Woody Guthrie to get a glimpse of what it was like for those who left the Dust Bowl, but this is the first book I've read about those who stuck around and tried to withstand the horrendous weather conditions. Egan writes about how the dusters moved like a "mobile hill of crud." When it rumbled through, it carried static electricity, enough to short out a car. And it hurt, like sandpaper dragged across your face. Many people died of what was called dust pneumonia, an accumulation of dust stuck in a person's lungs. Of course, you can blame much of this on the Hoover Administration and other government officials who a few years earlier thought it was a brillaint idea to tear up miles of land that had been covered with grass for thousands of years and magically turn it into thriving communities of subsistence farming. Little did they know that you can't control mother nature to suit your needs.

3. Which brings me to my third recommendation: An Inconvenient Truth. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. Yes, Al Gore is his usual pompous, melodramatic self, but the facts he presents are clear and pretty damn harrowing.

With this disaster triple punch, you're sure to be even more fed up with the way our grand federal government consistently looks the other way. The greatest privilege people of power have is the power to ignore an issue; it's bound to go away sooner or later.

and after all...

lounging at my office late into the evening, looking at things on youtube, i had a recollection of a video i once saw of somebody covering the biggest hit by what was [slightly embarassingly; sorry christa] probably my favorite band in high school. i caught it on mtv europe while studying abroad. take a look.

the new year beginneth with a new life.

since he might not get near a computer the next few days [and even if so probably would not have the inclination to bother with us rabble], i am happy to bring you the good tidings that our own PC is now a proud father. the lovely mrs. mandy gave birth to a healthy baby boy early this morning. may he live a long and happy life, and may he grow to be a wise, virile, and compassionate man.