It is such a treat to sort your iTunes library by date added.  You can almost see the stratification of your musical taste.  It is a bit like archaeology, you find a lot of boring dusty shit, but occasionally you find one totally bad ass dinosaur… Sometimes you find two!

I Love UFO - Like In The Movies (Vicarious Bliss Remix)

Seems like I found this track just in time for the X-Files movie.  It was added to my itunes in the glory days of french electro (as in just before last summer).  Unfortunately, it got played out and buried like everything else Ed Banger has ever touched.

Cobra Killer - L.A. Shaker

Wow. Whatever happened to these guys?   I had such high hopes for them back in the hazy days of 2004/2005. According to their myspace they ran afoul of the law in Sweden last June, but that still doesn’t account for their failure to save my misspent electro fetishizing youth.

So, in the midst of the last few weeks of adventure, I’ve had my share of heartbreak. It is no secret that I fall in love with about every girl I see - at least for a second or two. Usually this isn’t a problem, but every so often it causes me trouble, some shoes, and maybe a phone or two. So, here are two heartbroken man songs.

Mystery Jets - Young Love (Shoes Mix)

Such a sweet and catchy tune about obsessive stalking. Clearly, the girl gave him a fake number or they would have gone home together.

Albert Hammond Jr. - In My Room

Oh, Albert Hammond Jr. It sounds like your love life resembles mine quite a bit, but with more Agyness Deyn and Kirsten Dunst. I have to say I love the new album, though I realize that’s only because I’ve got some big man ovaries and an inexplicable fascination with what was once bandied about as being in ‘hipster’ fashion.

The last two weeks have been rather intense - though almost always in a good way.  Even when shit has been less than stellar, it hasn’t been boring.  I suppose that’s par for the course, but throw in 1am conference calls, excessive humidity, and a night at JFK and you can see how shit starts to wear on a guy. Bright side: I’ve been twittering obsessively, which has yielded some gems, but I think the best summary comes from an email I shot off this morning:

I’ve had some interesting times there recently, but interesting in that creepy, dirty, and expensive way… which surprisingly isn’t really an entertaining way, more like a scary thing you sob over in the shower or realize that it very easily could have become one of the nastier plots of an Ellis novel.

Maral Salmassi - Bitch

So between Fire Island and Pride Week, things have been pretty gay for me lately.  Kinda like this song, which is amazing. I’m not sure why it never got big.

Dactylo - Better Fucking in Bed With Dactylo 3

Dactylo is my favorite french DJ.  This mix is old now, but it is still killer.  Do yourself a favor and check her out.  She throws some killer parties in Paris, but unlike Fluokids, Kitsune, et al, they tend to keep things local and in French.  If you’re ever in the area, do check out one of the Furie parties.

So long without a post.  I suppose that’s what happens when you get a job, fall in love twice, and reaggrevate old sex injuries. Yeah, I suppose that covers the last four days.  Tomorrow, I head out to do rather ill-advised things in an infinity pool on Fire Island… but tonight I’m going to go see Richie Panic.  Hands down my favorite DJ.

Richie Panic - Girls Nite Out Part I

This mix is rather old, but I still fucking love it.

I was trust punk as a child. I went to a boarding school and spent my weekends squatting in a warehouse at the end of Banks Street in New Orleans. I remember when the Subhumans reunited for the first time and played at the Shim Sham Club, we bought a keg and tapped it outside the bar since we weren’t old enough to drink. I got so drunk that I passed out next to the right stage speaker. My ear was leaking shit for like a week.

I really didn’t change much when I started college, I still kept vodka in the shower and tended to cause property damage for no reason at all. My freshman year, completely ignorant of New York geography, I walked down Houston smashing fluorescent office lights on cars (how green is that?!). I also pissed right into traffic on the corner of Bowery. I suppose the only thing that makes this punk is that I wasn’t a frat boy. Of the people I was with that night, one has gone on to become a fashion photographer and the other lives in Spain where she dates a El Guincho. I’ll never forget the way she looked holding the magenta vomit covered photographer… It was the Pieta brought to you by Carlo Rossi.

Minitel Rose - When I was Punk

Valerie - Official Theme of Valerie (Minitel Rose remix)

Minitel Rose is French electro non-sense at its finest. It has solid hooks, but isn’t as jocky or twitchy as Ed Banger’s latest efforts. I’d say it is french electro for soft post punk kids like myself.

I’m never going to understand the extremely flaky shit I let people get away with. I let so much shit slide, “long as shit stay cool, shit is cool.” Even with this attitude, people still manage to fuck up. You stop picking up the phone, you start acting like a bitch; I’m calling a lawyer or a buster. Alright, I’m too soft to call a hit, but I did sue a girl for flaking on my birthday.

I suppose I should write more shit off to the game… but how does that work for tax purposes?

Oh shit, Lil Wayne from Cash Money has a new album? To be honest, I miss the old Lil Wayne who hung out with proper thugs and didn’t have creepy ass tattoos all over his face.

I was more of a No Limit kid growing up, which is why I bring you two tracks off the label dealing with flakes and fakes.

Silkk The Shocker (featuring Master-P and Destiny’s Child) - Just Be Straight With Me

Silkk The Shocker - It Ain’t My Fault

Can you believe Silkk The Shocker did a track with then unknown Destiny’s Child? I swear that was their big break back in 1998. Shiiit. Going from hanging out with proper thugs (did you know Mystikal is in jail for forcing a hairdresser to perform sex acts?) to Jay-Z? I suppose despite the popularity of The Wire, that shit just ain’t cool… I mean it never was. These people are supposed to be role models, not criminals.

Last night I went to the These New Puritans/Shy Child show at Mercury Lounge. These New Puritans weren’t nearly as good as they were at 100 Lafayette, but Shy Child delivered. People weren’t super into it - it was Fader party and all. But you know, Nick Zinner was there, I bought a shirt, and there was a huge thunderstorm. All in all, it was a solid evening.

Shy Child - Generation Y

I realize this song had nothing to do with the Radar article tearing into Generation Y but hearing this, I’m inclined to write something along the same lines. Catchy or not, a song about “Generation Y” is pretty contemptible.

So last night I went down to a show at The Subjects’ practice space in Chelsea. I didn’t stay long, but it was pretty good. The most striking thing about it was since it was more or less a private affair, no one was hating on shit or talking… It was kind of great. I didn’t have to wake up to see any bash comments on Brooklyn Vegan or remember how big a douche someone had been.

Fuck, do you remember life in NYC before everyone and their mother stopped having fun and started trolling the internet?

Burning Latex - Aerobitch

I saw this band in Paris at Triptyque. Everyone was super into it, so into it that the super soakers filled with booze didn’t seem contrived at all. That just can’t happen in NYC… not even in a loft filled with bedbugs out in Bushwick.

Last night was so fucking dope. The soundsystem was killer, the bands were pretty fucking good, and everyone was having fun. I seriously think 100 Lafayette might be my favorite live venue in the city. Might be my favorite club in the city… if they managed to book some talent.

Some shit sucked though: massive lines, sketch door policy, and weak ass drinks. My party was told that it was guest list only and got turned away, which forced me to run outside the rest of the evening to sort people out. That’s not exactly what I’d expect from everybody-party-hard-W. K. It ain’t what I’d expect from Misshapes either… but was it worth it… Fuck yeah, but would it have been absolutely stellar without that shit… YES!

Oh… and dude from Lightspeed Champion needs to take his fucking tard hat off sometimes. I realize some people think all black people look the same, but seriously, there is a reason why the fur hat thing was a running joke in Arrested Development.

1990’s - Enjoying Myself
I suppose this is my theme song for last night…

It has everything going for it: massive hype, a soundsystem that blows everything else away, and fucking Andrew W. K. But walking into Santos on Saturday night to find nothing but plump sweaty men… that’s heartbreaking. I mean, I love James Murphy, Hot Chip, and all of the other pasty chubsters, but like… something isn’t right if you’re less than a month old and you’re already overrun with Matt Pinfield clones. I mean, this is the same place that was turning away attractive hipsters at their first DFA party? Shiiit.

I can only say, I’ve got high hopes for the fucking Misshapes reunion/launch party this Saturday. I can’t believe I just wrote that. (Yes I can, I’m secretly super excited… you gotta admit Misshapes was totally dope in a crowded and forgotten 2004.)

Muscles is definitely not fat.