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This is rare time where I can say without hesitation that life is pretty damned good. Sure, I'm entering the wild eyed pressured phase of my thesis and am still struggling to keep my brain totally focused. And most things aren't totally perfect. But, I'm turning 30 on Wednesday and going to Europe on Thursday and feel happy and settled and inspired and healthy and hopeful. The lack of complaints on so many fronts blows the things I could complain about out of the water. It's a really nice feeling. Over the years, I've always thought about what kind of tattoo I would get if I could swallow my fear of needles long enough to get inked. I had a phase where the phoenix rising from the ashes was it, then a black cat in honor of my neurotic girl. But the one thing that has stuck is just a simple writing of the word Excelsior. It means ever upward (actually, higher) in Latin (which I took for 5 years a million years ago) and is the New York state motto. It seems like it would be a nice tribute to the strange turns this life has taken over the years and that it has been getting better going on. Maybe I need to just pop a Xanax and make it happen. My trip next week is a 12 day combined do over of Paris and first journey to Berlin. I'm curious to see what Paris will be like not agonizing over every Euro spent and able to do whatever I want. I'm looking forward to seeing a lot of the people I hung with over the summer and explore some new places too. The dream to move there is still chugging along, so scouting out some prospects is also on the agenda. It's harder for me to pick up and go haphazardly because working at a bar or tourist spot would probably barely be enough for me to pay my bills there and also take care of my student loan bills that are about to be due very soon. I want to figure out a way to work it out though. Berlin is a mecca of people I know, so I'm definitely interested in exploring that too. Two Brooklyn friends moved there in the past year, so I want to chill with them and see what the place is all about. My one guaranteed destination is Berghain and besides that, just plan to wander and soak it all about. PrincessNella and I are meeting up and exploring it together, so that should be hijinks galore. Happy early birthday to me and hopefully many more.
I think the most annoying thing about the conference week (yeah okay, I'm about to run out of steam on that tip. You know me, I'm a roundup maniac) was seeing all the acts that need to be getting some critical acclaim but someone is dropping the fucking ball. I'd give anything for 3 Killa Kela articles to every fucking M.I.A. cover.
Especially since I don't give a fuck what every critic and ILMer under the sun says. I've seen her for myself. She fucking sucks. You can crow about her talent (that screechy fucking voice! give me a break!), dancing (worse than a spastic toddler), beauty (if you like that butterface steez), and her exoticness (cause we all know that brown but not like black is what's really good). I was pretty fed up with the circle jerking bullshit before I left but to get down there and see all the covers and album reviews and articles and the hype amount to balls was too much for me to bear. That shit was making me sick. I thought my head would explode. *deep breath*
Besides that though, it was all fun. Wandering through the Raleigh [when I get some real money, it's so on there!] Friday looking for panels, C and I ran into the man I went all the way to Montreal to see 4 years ago. He's super wee, but so awesome. [Getting stuck down in Florida an extra day made me miss the album release party (though I could've sworn Return To V has been out for ages) last night.] Going back the same way afterwards, we saw Ben Watt who blew the hell out of the place the Wednesday night. Through the weekend, I wondered if there were any music people left in England. The drum and bass crew were representing massive -- we heard that the World of Drum N' Bass party was a rager but we were wary about spending $60 and running to downtown parts unknown in the middle of the night. I caught 33Hz Wednesday night and what I remember of that night, it was good. That was my only nighttime bender because I woke up around 6am in my hotel room bed totally clueless of about 5 hours. That's never a good sign. So after that, I kept my drinking to double fisting it at the M3 evening parties.
True to me, I had the most fun running around with randoms. Friday night, I was running with the d'n'b heads up and down South Beach, marvelling at the super dope hotel stays everyone else was having and flirting extra tough with the Brit boy. You'd think they'd spent all their time pouring over Car and Driver and dealership windows cause they would freak the fuck out at the sight of every stylish car rolling down the way. Miami is crazy with the flashy cars. My personal fave: the old Monte Carlo running on 26's -- and I only know that because there was a decal bragging about it in the window. C and I got to doing our best Chris Rock impressions earlier in the week ("Look at 'em spin, nigga! They spinnin!"). Sunday night, I rolled into a crazy tech house party with kids dancing on the floor -- literally. Momentarily, I thought I'd like to have whatever they were on and thought better of it. Do we like dancehall and garage in our house music? Yes indeed. C has thinking over the idea of launching a grime, ghettotech, brazilian booty bass, and dancehall party for the summer. Says she: "We need a place with a stripper pole and once you bring the girls with the big booties to the place, everyone else will follow." I can't argue with that. I think it can be a hit as long as we keep the corny non-dancing ass hipsters out the loop. We've got our long term focus on.
"New York...just like I pictured it! Skyscrapers and everythang!" If you can identify that line, you can go get a cookie. You deserve it!
I touched down at LGA circa noonish, starting my journey at 4:30am in MIA. The extra day wasn't quite as flip as my last post by far. True to form, I had another travel disaster just when I began to breathe easy. Missed my flight out yesterday afternoon and got screwed on catching the last one out of town on that airline. Back to Miami Beach I went. The hysterics faded as I holed up in a hotel for cheap with some delicious Cuban food and quality time with my two current fave albums on the Zen. I fucking adore that town and wish I had money to set up shop there. Meanwhile if you notice me, brushing up on my Spanish, that's why.
The trip was awesome -- if only for the people spotting and musical hodgepodge alone. I spent so much time cruising and walking around listening to music. Miami is like a perma NYC summer with music blasting from everywhere. They actually have good radio stations! I've returned wanting to consume everything -- breaks, ghettotech, acid house, grime, soca, samba, and shit that I don't even know the name of. My mind was blown by everything I saw and did and I love that it all was so relaxed compared to the frantic unfulfilling nights around here in town. I'm super brown and the smile is enormous. I feel fantastic.
And the fact that spring finally arrived really does not hurt. I also know I'll probably be miserable again before the week is out, but I'm trying to savor this before reentering the grind tomorrow. It was so good while it lasted.