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January 29, 2008

DJ Shadow.

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I was fortunate enough to have a hook up to see Shadow last Saturday at Irving Plaza The Fillmore at Irving Plaza. Btw, fuck "The Fillmore." If you're gonna change the name of the venue, at least throw on a new coat of paint, and change the chandielers. I had heard nothing about this "new release" The Hard Sell, but I guess last Saturday's show was the kick-off of a big tour for it.

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This was the finale of the show. Shadow and Chemist has these shoulder-strap portable turntables and mixers, and did a dueling scratch to the post-breakdown thrashing loop from Metallica's "One." Their other stunt involved running a couple mixes and loops while having a roadie bring out a table and chairs for them. They both sat down and had a drink, then went back to work. Is this funny?

The deal is Shadow collaborated with Cut Chemist to create, "Brainfreeze", then "Product Placement" and now "The Hard Sell". These sessions are mixed "live" with original 7 inches. The current set-up is 4 turntables and a guitar-style foot pedal setup (for effects and looping) for each DJ.

Shadow and Chemist took the stage, and Shadow got on the mic to "make sure everyone knows whey they're here." This meant queing up a 50's commercial-style intro video humorously explaining their setup and technique. This was a smart and interesting touch, although it was in stark contrast to rest of the video content making the latter seem like an afterthought. In a stroke of genius, Chemist had a wrist-cam that was cut intermittently amongst several other DJ camera feeds.

Was it awesome? Of course. Techincally amazing? Sure. Was it worth the $30+ to see? (Silence).

Aside from being in the completely wrong venue, I was expecting not only a more battle style performance, but one peppered with "live" elements. Shadow has toured with Akais before, and I thought maybe he would do some on the spot production. Also when you have two turntablists of this caliber you'd think that they'd really push to create new and improved creations. In addition, all the genre-bending is cool, but it's not novel anymore. These days everone is a (wince) "mashup" DJ. Really. Ask Wired. If you closed your eyes, it could have been anyone mixing.

January 28, 2008

Poker was played...

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I came in second on the first game, and blew it (4th place) in the second. Thank you.

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January 25, 2008

Scavenger Hunt.

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My boy's girl had a birthday last week. The year prior he held a citywide scavenger hunt for her, and she loved it. This year he decided to do it again for her. The premise is simple: everyone meets up at a bar and forms teams, the teams simultaneously receive the list, everyone runs around for 2 hours trying to collect items form the list. The list of 29 (not 30, mind you) items is roughly broken up into 3 categories; “Riddles,” “Collected items,” and “Photos.”

The year prior, I had successfully avoided participating in the event, but this year I wasn't so lucky. The thing is, everyday life in NYC is a scavenger hunt. Don't believe me? Next time you're in the city, give yourself 2 hours to find a postage stamp, a pomegranate, and a police officer and see how you fare.

(Our list, and photos after the jump...)

The list, which I think is difficult, went something like this:

1. Where is the rainbow on the Bowery?

2. Find a waitress at R Bar that has tattoos and is from Arkansas and buy a shot from her and prove it by getting her name on a napkin.

3. A picture of one of the members on a mechanical bull (hint: go to Mason Dixon).

4. An acorn.
(Difficult, but not impossible...)

5. Xerox copy of a picture of “Britany” Spears.

6. One red Lego piece.

7. A one cent stamp.

8. Fortune cookie.
(Which proved to be my team's Achilles heal somehow...)

9. Kids menu from anywhere.
(A real sonofabitch to get...)

10. A picture of a man in a bra.

11. A bus schedule.

12. Picture of your group doing a human pyramid.

13. Picture of your group in front of a house with the address 123.

14. 3D glasses.

15. A musical gift card.

16. A coaster with a picture of a beer on it.

17. A picture of a group member with a K-Mart employee.

18. A set of stripper nipple tassles.

19. A 1980 coin of any “denomenation” (My man's girl's birth year).

20. A cocktail umbrella.

21. A hotel shower cap.

22. A policeman’s business card.
(Btw, there were absolutely no uniformed police in sight. Anywhere. One team found a cop who, to no one's surprise, was a complete dickhead when asked for his card. Apparently only detectives have give out business cards.)

23. A empty PBR can.

24. At Katz’s Deli, Johnny Depp met his FBI contact in Donnie Brasco, and Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal had an ecstatic meal in When Harry Met Sally…. If you sat where Meg sat, what does the restaurant hope?
Answer: “Hope you had what she had,” says a sign over the table.

25. Enter Cooper Union’s triangle to visit Tom Thumb’s inventor. What did his wife add to his dessert?
Answer: In front of Cooper Union a small triangular park features a statue of Peter Cooper, where you can learn that he invented Jell-O—but it was his wife’s idea to add fruit.

26. Visit a pub that boasts, “We were here before you were born.” What stirred the sawdust in 1970?
Answer: High heels, according to a headline in the window of McSorley’s, one of the city’s oldest bars — which didn’t admit women until 1970.

27. In Little Italy, Mobster Joey Gallo was rubbed out at a restaurant that’s no longer there. He was shot inside, then he staggered outside and died in the middle of Hester Street. (As they say, “He ordered clams and got slugs.”) What word has been almost rubbed out on this corner today? (Hint: Think cement shoes — or at least cement and shoes.)
Answer: Umberto’s, the name of the restaurant, was spelled out in the cement (under your shoes) at one corner. You can still see the ghostly, filled-in impression of the letters.

28. A picture of a group member eating a Grasshopper Taco from Galaxy Café.
(As in real Grasshoppers in a taco.)

29. A picture of a “Happy Birthday Jenny” “grafitti” message in a bar's bathroom.

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The Hunt was so hype, two Swedish girls flew in to participate.

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My man puts The Hunt together, but suspiciously stays at the bar all night, drinking. Meanwhile, everyone else runs around like rubbernecks.

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The first 3 placed teams get super awesome prizes of unbelievable value trophies.

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"Find the rainbow on Bowery..." (Gay)

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Btw, fuck McSorley's. Historic? Maybe. But on par with B-Bar in terms of doucheyness.

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(Gay)

There were some moderately funny moments, and it's somewhat uplifting to see how most people get excited and supportive when they find out you're on The Hunt. For example, I had to go to R Bar, which isn't really a bad spot, despite the velvet rope. I was explaining to the two huge black bouncers that I need to find the waitress with the tatoos when suddenly their eyes got really big, and they were, "You're on the scavenger hunt? Go, Go!!!" as they pulled back the rope to let me right in. The one dude even ran in with me and helped me find her. Wow.

In the end, my man's girl was super happy, and she's a sweetheart. So it was worth it. Thank you.

January 22, 2008

Really, really, disturbing...

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Oh yeah, one more thing. My man sent this to me today causing my jaw to hit the floor. Daring? Yes. Stupid? Yep. Distrubing? You got it. But, familiar? Umm, yeah.

Thing is, this resembles a good NYC friend of mine. No, really. It TOTALLY resembles this person, and you know who you are...

Coachella 2008. Extends hands, palms facing up, says; "Meh..."

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So here is the "confirmed" lineup for Coachella 2008. Looks pretty lame to me. Most importantly, no MBV as was widely speculated.

Who the fuck is Jack Johnson? Why do people still insist on wanting to hear Death Cab For Cutie or My Morning Jacket for that matter? Does seeing Sasha and Dickweed Digweed on yet another lineup not infuriate you? If so, how? Does M.I.A., Aesop, Diplo and Hot Chip own stock in Coachella? Is Roger Waters alive?

So many questions. Whatever the answers, I'm not sure that the desire to see Portishead, Autolux, Cinematic Orchestra or gulp, bites lip, fights impending feeling of sucking The Verve, warrants me dropping the cash to head out west.

Green Bay Blows.

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While I can't exactly say that I was a naysayer, I did have my doubts. Much to my glee, however, Green Bay lost like the bitches they are and somehow, the Giants find themselves in SuperBowl XLII.

During the game, a brutal tirade of txting occurred, and it went something like this:

ME: Having fun? Green Bay blows... (sent to my girl who was at a Green Bay party during the game.)

MY GIRL: People here gasped at your text.

ME: They will lose.

MY GIRL: Up yours [ME]. Packers rule!

...the tirade begins...

619 XXX XXXX:
Up yours.

510 XXX XXXX: Whatever [ME]

347 XXX XXXX: You can take a long jump off a short pier! Packers rule!
ME to 347: It's long "walk" off a short pier, dumbass. Obviously you are a Packer Backer.

917: Eat shit - fuck face

619: Up yours. Puppy hole.
ME to 619: What the fuck is a "Puppy hole". Clearly you too are a Green Bay fan.
619: Pussy - hole.

917: Go pack go

MY GIRL: These people say, "packers rule!" (accompanied by the above photo.)

414: Giants eat queer dicks (sent from a man, wow!)

...then, of course, Green Bay loses.

MY GIRL: Everyones crying.

ME: Haahahaha

Oddly, there were no more txt's from any Packer Backers after that. Way to suck-ass Green Bay. Hahaha. Although the city shouldn't be too sad, as they did come in 1st place for something...

January 17, 2008

How Do You Entitle This One?

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I really hope New York beats Green Bay this Sunday, but I don't know if they can do it.

What I do know is that the only thing more retarded than backing the Pack is owning a chihuahua. Putting these two things together and dyeing the dog green borders on brain death.

January 15, 2008

Bike Mod.

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I guess I never posted about the new bike I got when this bullshit happened last summer.

Since I liked my first ride, I ended up going back to Specialized and buying another Sirrus model. This time I opted for the 2007 Sirrus Sport model which has a carbon fork and stays. I will say the carbon does absorb alot of minor road shock, and they look pretty cool too.

The new Sirrus has treated me well, and, more importantly, it hasn't been stolen yet. About a month ago, I noticed that it was skipping alot, and after the new year, I figured it was time to bring it in. (More, after the jump...)

I took the bike to local new kid, Continuum Cycles. Jeff, the main guy, told me the cassette was worn down, causing the chain to skip. I wanted him to fix this, but also asked about modifying the bike to lighten it up, and simplify the gear and braking systems. It was a 21 speed bike, and I only use about 3 speeds normally.

Jeff had some great ideas, and he had the skill and attenuation to follow through on them. Not only that, but him and his staff at CC were totally nice and unpretentious.

Take a look at the following mods:

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Basically, he rebuilt the drive train to be more Track-like. He replaced the crank and the ring...

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...and rebuilt the cassette to only have 7 gears.

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He trimmed down the handle bars, taking 1" off each side. They were huge, and often caught rearview mirrors and such...

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He consolidated both the front and rear brakes into one unit, so one lever controls both. The front brake is looser than the back so you don't flip over the front. The same unit now houses the 7 speed shifter.

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Lastly, new pedals and clips.

Go to Continuum for your NYC bike needs. Here's the 411:

Continuum Cycles
199 Avenue B
between 12th and 13th ST
New York, NY 10009
212 505 8785

continuumcycles@gmail.com

January 14, 2008

FUH + QUE Dallas (aka Hahahahaa)

What a sissy asshole... Maybe he should call fellow Texan Dr. Phil for counseling on how to suck while maintaining a facade of dignity.

The Weiner Circle

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Often, drinking makes you hungry, and such was the case after a recent bout of it in Chicago. Inexplicably, this all took place at a lesbian neighborhood bar in Wrigleyville.

My friend decided she was hungry and wanted a chilidog corndog hotdog from fucking Underdog, which is quite possibly the biggest pain-in-the-ass-place to easily get to on wheels. My other friend suggested The Weiner Circle on Clark, and my keen sense of geometry quickly figured that this was the best option while getting from Point A (Wrigleyville, home of the bitchass Cubs and their white fans) to Point B (Anywhere else other than Wrigleyville.)

It wasn't hard to convince my friend that a weiner is a weiner, so off we went to ‘The Circle’ (a moving picture after the jump...)

In Chicago, surly blacks aren't surprising to me, even that far north, but I didn't realize that it was a schtick with this joint. My man found this documentary on The WorldWide InterWeb, and it's not a great moment for the white man, although the fries are good. Oh yeah, and “No Veggie Burgers! Don't Ask!”

January 11, 2008

Da Coach's Wine.

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I found this last xmas in Chicago, and it's funny to me. Not "Ha, ha" funny, but more like "inward smile" funny.

Yes, Da' Coach Merlot has a twist-off top, but apparently it's pretty ok. And if you're into it, Iron Mike's got more too.

DJ Andi P. at Supreme Trading

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Everyone knows how wacky Williamsburg can get, just look at the snap above.

Be prepared for it to fly even further off the hook tomorrow, Friday January 10.

Why? Because patrons of Supreme Trading will be graced with the ability to witness a rare and wonderful DJ set by "the kid from Madison" Andi P., along with the brilliant Gavin Royce.

Supreme Trading is at 213 N 8th ST between Driggs and Roebling. The DJing commences at 10pm. Oh yeah, it has a MySpace page, which is odd, because I thought bars were inanimate objects that didn't eat or speak or surf the WorldWide InterWeb. But like I said, WillyB gets loose...

"I Gotta Have More Bull..."

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Like I said before, the best thing ever maybe be The Bull.

Everyone do their best Chris Walken impersonation and say, "I gotta have more bull..."

Which you will get, after the jump...

BTW. It costs a whopping $10 to ride the bull, except Tuesday nights, when it's "only" $5.

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January 10, 2008

A Blast From The Past...

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I came across this old-school photo op with Frank Black, when I caught him once in Portland...

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January 03, 2008

How I Am Punishing My SK3 and Learning to Love The Curve.

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I owned a Sidekick 3 for over a year. Despite it's brick-like demeanor, I had convinced myself it was great. Although limited, it IM'd like a champ and txting was a breeze. The address book was extensive and well-designed. I could configure my business email account to it, and for awhile, it worked well.

But then I realized it was a total hunk of shit. People have written volumes about it's shittiness, so Google it if you care. I believe that they fucked it up when they lowered the pricepoint. See, the SK3 routes email from your POP server, through their (Danger) servers before delivering it to your device. Maybe. If they felt like it. More people buying the cheaper SK3 (and the worthless Slide, iD, and LX) meant more traffic for the Danger servers.

Service failure? Yes. Lost emails? You bet. Selective email blocking? Yes. Yes. And, as an added bonus, if you're on a mac, there is no way to backup or transfer your contacts from the address book. Oh wait, actually there is. You have to scroll through each one and re-enter them somewhere else by hand.

After transferring all my 400+ contacts manually, I decided that upgrading to the far superior Blackberry Curve just wasn't enough. I wanted my SK3 to pay, and pay dearly for the hell it caused me.

Thus, I have banished my SK3 to live on my windowsill, out in the rain and cold and whatever else the elements care to throw at it. Occasionally, I take my brand new Curve, my new buddy, to the window and look out (and down) upon the SK3 as oxidization sets in. Together, we both laugh, and laugh, and laugh...

What the Fuck Is This? (Solved, Read On...)

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Look at this awesome car I saw by Tompkins today. What the fuck is this? I'm not sure, but it's small and cool like Iceman's weiner.

My man, who is a gearhead, should comment on this car and write something so that I can post it. You know who you are.

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***UPDATE*** My man says, "It's a antique Citroen 2CV..." Holy shit!

Stay tuned...

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Happy New Year. Stay tuned for posts about:

• Chicago's Firehouse Restuarant

• How I am punishing my SK3 and learning to love The Curve

• Why gym people should be slaughtered. Mercilessly.

• Ravenswood's Lillstreet Art Market and nearby Hazel store

• Weiner Circle

• Lincoln Square's Bad Dog Bar

• Lincoln Square's Borioso

• Logan's Whirlyland Bar

• Sirius

Lucky Strike Seven Ten in Lincoln Park (?)

• Everyone Is Famous Guy

• Billecart-Salmon Brut Reserve NV

• More Bull

• Carrying a Blade

• Beards and other shit...