The problem with cutting yourself off from the world is that you miss out on some good shit. Apparently, King Britt was in town on Saturday night, and I missed the show. King Britt! Josh Wink was in town, too, but I don't really care. King Britt! I found out about it at around 1 am on Sunday morning, as I was flipping through the Houston Press with my Guinness in hand. Damn.

Mondro's party Friday night was... interesting. Mostly because he lives in an interesting neighborhood, and all sorts of weird people just kept showing up. The party hit its second wind at around 2:30 in the morning, and was still going pretty strong by the time I left at 4 am. My set was pretty mediocre. Hit the groove with the house music, but my experimental stuff leading up to it was a bust. Scratching over beats was fun, but there was little room to move and it was set up in the reverse of what I prefer so I had to cross-arm it; then while I was scratching my fader hand kept hitting the hamster switch on the mixer (very inconveniently designed, that). Oh well. Can't win 'em all.

Oh yeah, Saturday was Geschwinday. The site is down right now, but my sister is going to ask around to see if the original files still exist, and then maybe I'll be hosting the official information for Geschwinday. Also, if anyone feels like playing host to me on my US tour after I graduate, please let me know.