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Friday, July 4th, 2008
7:18 pm	Don't miss this! Saturday, July 5th, we bring you: THUDfest 2008! ( Everything you need to know is behind this cut here, so make with the clicking... ) (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
7:08 pm	it's been a crazy few weeks... And I've been bounced around like a pinball, phsycially, emotionally and somewhat spiritually. The past two weeks have involved a ton of family drama, nothing here in the States but overseas. I won't get into details but it surpasses Shakespeare in intensity, scope and reach. The only thing it showed me (besides a really bewildering wall of confusion and sadness) is that once again: Life is raw material It's what you do with it that counts As long as your heart is beating in your chest, you can reach for everything that calls to you This includes being awesome or choosing to suck balls You can move in any direction you choose. I refuse to contribute to any sucking whatsoever. Life's short and should be celebrated; particularly among those we care about. Friendships should never be taken for granted. What we have in the Scene, All of Us, is pretty damn special and rare. I am doubly focused on contributing to a great Night, if I'm performing, if I'm just hanging out, if I'm just stooging around. Back in the ManRay days, it was about going out, seeing your friends and having a fucking good time. I feel in the past I drifted away from looking it as creating an awesome night and focused more on myself. That's done with. It's about the Night and coming together. California was magical. SF was fantastic. Highlights include smoke, more smoke and seeing a punk kid step on the back of a passing girl on Haight St. who had asked for a massage. She got down, asked him to walk on her, which he did. I got to see a 'surfing' punk kid in pegged jeans yell 'Hot Damn!' as he tried to keep his balance. They both got up, nodded and walked their seperate ways. Carmel by the Sea was beyond hypnotic. Loved the CA attitude of no negative energy whatsoever. Life ends. I want to be remembered for being there for my Friends, for helping to contribute to some jaw-dropping nights and parties, and to overall doing my best to help spread positive energy and optimism. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 14th, 2008
4:22 am	Goth Fly a Kite! Fort Williams Cape Elizabeth, Maine Saturday, June 14th: Join us for a spooky day in the park! Bring your kites, BBQ materials, water balloons, kickballs, etc. Kite flying starts at noon until whenever! Rain or shine! All-ages! Free! Spooky attire encouraged! After party @ The Asylum (downstairs)! w/DJs Znuh, Dehuman8, 8-bit 9pm-1am, 21+, $4 121 Center Street, Portland, Maine (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 11th, 2008
7:11 pm	Of dreams and stomachs Hung out with addam and dj shunt yesterday, had a good time at Haven, we actually tag-teamed between the three of us for a portion of the night and rocked the floor. Fell asleep, woke up to hopefully get my hair cut by Abby, who was over to cut addam's hair and felt..really sick to my stomach with a migrane headache on top of it. Forced myself to go back to bed with bucket next to me in case I uh, had to use it. Then the dreams came. ( Of miniature dolphins and chasing satellites ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 8th, 2008
10:47 pm	Last Night and James and the Bus. Had a fantastic night out with Mothra, who made the most amazing food ever, again. Met up with his better half and generally surfed a solid wave of mayhem at Shelter. All of this however pales in comparison to my Bus Adventure. I have to drop off the Mercedes to get the AC fixed, so I crashed at Shez Mothra to park another car up in Boston - this is so when I drop off the Mercedes, I'll have a car to still drive. So. that entails me coming back home to pick up the Mercedes now that said other car is in Boston. Ok. The bus one-way back here is $34. Awesome. Book bus, go to bus terminal. Here is my little summary of my Bus Experience. Approach station. See two girls busted by 18 cops for Soliciting. Get on Bus. Bus leaves. Bus driver before departing puts on weird, odd, captain's voice and tells us about the trip. Then, says the word 'Cellphone.' Pauses. 'Cellphoonnnnneeeeee'. Pauses. 'Celllllllllllll'. Long pause. Mumbles something about not using cellphones and we leave the terminal. I later look at this as a sign that he was tripping balls because, Doze off on Mass Pike. Bus is jerking violently as if the driver is using the gas pedal as an on off switch. Wake up to find that the Driver has fallen asleep. Head lolling back and forth in time to the bus' surging. Realize my life could end. Other passengers rush up, shake him, he shrugs them off and... Bus driver proceeds to use his cell phone as if it's a 1950s microphone and starts up what could only be described as a very, close and vivid conversation with God. I can't hear a word that he's saying, only see that he's holding it like a mic and keeps mouthing in an extravagant and rapturous manner as he leans forward, then back to speak into his phone. Guy behind me tells a girl he 'Can't wait to go back to jail'. First time I've heard jail used as a pickup line. We get to the station. But it's a layover. Ugh. Go to men's room and am utterly, instantly transported to Harlem in 1977. Busted doors, graffiti everywhere, including a very well written and lengthy diatribe on how much oral sex 'in the butt' is needed. Again, I was not aware that this was foreshadowing. Go back into terminal. See that my bus, which needs to take me all of 20 minutes, is 1.5 hours late. Sit down. Guy in basketball shorts sits down across from me. CLOSE. To me. Legs spread far, far apart. I think, huh, probably just mentally ill, whatever. But, his feet are bouncing. Huh. Crappy no-name brand sneakers. I make eye contact. Guy looks back, makes eye contact, and looks very nervous and uh, worried, kinda focused. I look lower and... Yep. The guy's got one hand down his shorts, looking at me, my mohawk and is furiously beating off in his shorts while staring at me. Instant anger follows. Then, imagining this as a movie, I think how much I'd laugh if I was watching this. I leave. The Phantom Jerker vanishes as if made of smoke. Bus arrives. Get on bus. Expect next stop to be home. No. Bus takes us all off the highway to the Mall. Why? I don't know. I'll never expect I will. We toured the mall, drove around its entire perimeter, never stopped, then got back on the highway. Finally get home. Get off bus, started screaming. And that's my adventure. Never ride Peter Pan. (25 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 7th, 2008
2:30 pm	Awright.... WHO THE @*&( BROKE THE WEATHER?!?!?! Sheesh. Go to bed in the 60s with mist everywhere and wake up to 99 DEGREES. I will be out at Shelter tonight. So there. Now to find my fricken air conditioner. **Update. There is no air conditioner. I think it was left somewhere else during the move. I was hoping for a different kind of hot and sticky. :/ (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 6th, 2008
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Monday, June 2nd, 2008
2:37 pm	Znuh in a mini? HAVEN'S INDUSTRI-DRAG BALL! It's back! A party not to be missed...Drag Ball is THIS TUESDAY!!! So it's time to switch teams and get your groove on with DJ Znuh, addambombb & guest DJ Xero from 9-10! We have many performances, games and prizes for the best (or most entertaining)drag king & queen! Watch for familiar faces...Fena Barbital...Matty...and many others (though maybe, for this night, their faces won't be familiar!) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 26th, 2008
2:16 am	Ceremony tomorrow: London Invades! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
4:40 pm	Hrmm Off to see the Live Action Death Note movie... (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 10th, 2008
11:03 am	Bermuda, Sister's Wedding, Thighs, etc.... Bermuda was a blast. Four days of staying at a Hotel so nice I had my own private veranda. So nice that I think the four day stay cost more than my car. Bermuda is a fantastic cataclysm of British roads and overall structure, with lots of crazy locals, fashion stuck in 1995 and American money everywhere. And lots and lots of Rum. But enough of this, you came for pictures... Me and The Clive (my Father) on the glass-bottom boat. We all out-drank the rugby team that took the boat out before us. Me and my Sister (Yep. She demanded that my hair be up for her wedding. Seen here after I changed out of my posh duds.) I'm here to sell you...Everything. This coming week I'm fortunate to be spinning Haven's Industrial Pajama Party, Pulp Friction in Maine on Friday, and then Sin-O-Matic in Boston Saturday. More to come about Bermuda, the perils of scooter rentals, the fun story of thickthighs and the outrageous amount of work I performed on the Mercedes. And how being drunk on Rum is the nicest drunk ever. Like falling into a old leather couch. Now it's off to Ocean City, MD for a walk on the boardwalk, and then perhaps later tonite, Iron Man. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
11:36 am	Amtrak? Bermuda? Pantsless? Drove 1005 miles between Tuesday and this Monday. I have the gift of obliterating automotive cooling systems. Left the Mercedes in Maryland, took the Z and promptly it smelled my water pump changing ways and let go. Coolant everywhere. Which meant... Amtrak back down to Maryland. But! I discovered the greatness of Amtrack's Quiet Car. Library quality Quietness. Last car on the train, with me in teh absolute, furthest-to-the-back seat. I thought the NE cities were rough. Hah. Amtrakking through Baltimore made New Haven, Rhode Island, Bridgeport and the rest look like Disneyland. Only time I saw so many empty, burned out buildings, entire neighborhoods, was when I was driven through the Bronx in the late 70s. Two days of hanging out in MD. Then Sis' wedding in Bermuda. Four days in Bermuda. We'll see if you can take me in Bermuda shorts... AND! Super-Delux-King-Size-Bed Hotel room to Myself. Muhahaha. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 25th, 2008
12:36 pm	Plague Tonite!! It will be a stompy good time! DJs Znuh, Static and Lithia (9-10pm) will be spinning music for your big boots! PLAGUE at The Asylum 121 Center Street, Portland, Maine Goth | Industrial | Etc. 9pm-1am, 21+, $4 cover, free before 9:30pm No enforced dresscode although spooky attire is encouraged. Gothic Maine - keeping it spooky in vacationland www.gothicmaine.com (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
5:43 am	Early Morning in Maryland... So! New things are afoot! New Phone (Same number) This means all my dropped calls, being out of touch, etc. has ended. Spring has sprung Realized I was being too serious. About everything. Dad's loaning me the Z for a few days while timing chain work happens. One kind of pimping is traded for another. Gonna be out a Hell of a lot more Want to hang out with all my friends as soon/much as possible, distance be damned Performing at Haven tonite, should be fun Running religiously every morning. I gotta say, I don't know what changed. I think I might like it. Papa's death in Maine freaked the living bejabbers out of me, and I'm doing what I can to fix (my) life as quickly as possible. Maryland is very, very cool. So are crabcakes. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 18th, 2008
4:46 am	Rumors of my Disappearance... Are somewhat exaggerated. Yes things have been a little much in my own head, yes I've been feeling down and stuffs. I apologize to any of my friends who received a call from my folks yesterday; I will be out of contact for the next four days as I have been asked to visit my Family down in MD. Everything's OK; wish I could be in Maine for tonight, but this takes precedent. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
5:12 am	That... Was lots of fun! Thanks to everyone who came out! Once again I am wiped out tired from tagging with the awesome that is DJ Mothra. I got tired just watching everyone dance! Lots of fun stuffs, a few mixes that really made me grin from ear to ear. And I got to sport my funky coat. Now, the sleep, and then (Ugh) the taxes... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, April 14th, 2008
3:35 pm	The Eye! The Eye! Fell asleep at a weird hour. Had fantastically vivid dream where I was with someone special from my past and we were in bed. Making out. Naked. Things got really sexy, hot and heated and in my dream, I 'remembered' why we broke up. It was because while making love, her left eye vanished for a split second, leaving just a slim ring of white and an endless pool of black staring at me. Smiling at me as we joined and *flash* her eye was gone. But all that was over, we weren't sure it had really happened at all. We'd warmed up to each other again, and now we were losing ourselves in the most delicious of sensations. Thighs drifting, the warmth of skin sliding. Lips dancing. A moan. Then a shriek. Every muscle in my body tensing on top of her out of fear as terror shot down my spine. Her body coiling in horror as she yelled, "The eye! You had the eye!" Then I woke up. Mmm. Never thought of my sex life as a funhouse gone wrong. Ceremony tonight! Perhaps I'll give you the eye... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
2:24 am	Do what now? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 12th, 2008
9:53 pm	Disturbing Plane Landings Kai Tak airport in Hong Kong... Thank you for flying Air Znuh.. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 10th, 2008
6:26 am	There are moments in ones life that catch you and firmly illustrate that despite our best wishes, awful things can and do happen. You're reminded that no matter what, life itself is finite and it ends. Rather than live in fear of this, we are reminded to use our time wisely, to do things of substance. I was shocked to discover that a cornerstone of the Maine Scene, Papa, had died of a heart attack yesterday. I was further reminded that sometimes, as a DJ, I am separated from the scene when I should have tried harder to put the reins down and be more of a friend. I didn't know Papa very well. I will always remember him as being one of the best-dressed individuals I have ever seen out at any club. No matter what the night, no matter how many people were (or were not) there, Papa came dressed absolutely to the nines. The second thing that impressed me was here was an older man who still embraced being himself and celebrated the scene. He gave me fuel to further be myself, and to keep reaching for what calls to me. He was also an absolute flirt and in many ways, a very dirty old man in a very, very good way. A genuine Gentleman and Rogue. In an era where people are forced to conform more than at any other time, where people drive boring econoboxes, look at their wristwatches and say to themselves 'Huh. Better stop having fun, get married and grow up', Papa chose to be himself, to reach for what called to him, and though my interactions were regrettably brief, to be one of the kindest people I've ever met. Thank you. Thank you for being a beacon to which I could better pilot my own rickety life.