sheeeit, it's been so long since i've checked my own blog... i only looked at it to see if satan himself was linkable... he is, but i don't have time for it, and i'll likely revisit the subject. anyhoo, this is yet another placeholder.
so what's new with disco boy? well, i'm back in the dj game again, albeit reluctantly and in a rather tenuous-to-the-industry sort of way. i play records two nights a week at a hotel that's at the edge of the water in seattle, and boy howdy is it boring. but, they are going to pay someone money, so it might as well be me. i own records. i know how to play them. put the money right here, in my hand. and why don't i love it? well, for one thing, i'm totally unnecessary. any crappy ipod could do what i do. no dancefloor, the music is so quiet that nobody pays attention. i still have a day job that requires me up and at em' at the wee small hours, so one night a week i get squat for sleep. hotel guests are largely uninterested in me. hotel employees have heard the rumors about my nightly wage, and are pissed that they have to walk around and talk to people and bathe and pretend to care, and i sit in the corner, farting about, and earning slightly more money than they do. well i'm FUCKING SORRY. i'm just the lucky dork with a semi-skill that seems to earn a wage, now and again.
and what else? well, in a form, i unearthed on the internet. see, i've always tried to lay low, keep the government name hidden, dance... unda-neeth the ray-dah... and then, just as a test, i put my real name on my facebook account. and goddamn, so many schoolmates and folks of that nature hunted me down. and it's been... well... it's been... enlightening. the first thing i learned is that more girls like me than guys, and i'm pretty much cool with that. as a heterosexual, isn't that what we hope for? i also found out that everyone i grew up with has kids. everyone. no exceptions. kids, all over the fucking place. some are even named after me (which isn't true, my first name exploded in popularity over the last few years, i'm in the fine company as scads of anklebiters named madison, price, aidan, dakota, trevor and so on). i also found out that everyone is married. once again, i'm out of sorts. furthermore, everyone has better jobs then me. but that's no surprise.
if my day job was better, i wouldn't feel like i needed a night job. but the day job, while mildly entertaining, is having it's soul sucked from it's butthole by venture capitalists and consultants. i shouldn't be surprised, but i'm still rather unimpressed. i survived the first round of layoffs, but i'm sure after the new year, my necks on the chopping block. and i'll be fine, but just for once, just one fuckin' time in my life, i'd love to play for the winning team. i'd love to be involved in an industry or company or what-have-ya that's on the rise, and not treading water or in decline. just once! what's a guy gotta do?
oh, and i'm getting fat. most people wouldn't have expected that, but this sit down all goddamn day is fucking with my metabolism.
but as always, good music makes me feel better. i'm constantly lookin' out for kickass records, and i'm frequently finding, or even re-discovering them. so what's working for me? well, good christ, i had no idea that aimee mann was such a clever songwriter. "the forgotten arm" is a solid, solid concept record. alain toussant has been thrilling me with raw vibes and slippery grooves. john-in-th'-morning played primal scream's "movin' on up" the morning after obama's victory, and i shed a tear in the dark drive on the way to work, fucking inspiring, i had forgotten how good of a record "screamadelica" was. i'm feeling' old sonny rollins records, along with grant green and thelonious monk, on the jazz angle. the quiet village LP, while mostly re-edits, is really good. the fleet foxes... lordy, what a great show not too long ago, and that album could be my record of the year. the chromatics are great. i've been listening to old sparks records, and it's a shame that we don't revere them the same way that we do, say... roxy music. maybe humor doesn't belong in music. maybe that's why was not was ended up, essentially, a one-hit wonder.
so with that, i guess i'll go play some records in that hotel bar. just call me murph, the murph-tones are off tonight.