Monday Wake Up Jawn

Today's wake-up jawn is De La Soul's Dog Eat Dog:

This past weekend was crazy. Hunter stayed with us while Jess had a bachelorette weekend at their house. He brought over his turntables, and we set up four turntables in the middle of my living room:

On Friday, I went to the beer exchange with Bochet to pick up growlers for the practice sesh. Hunter got to the spot pretty early in the evening, and we drank growler beer and practiced until Rob showed up. We showed him some melody samples and drums we like, and he made beats from those samples while we practiced cutting with Jeff. After a late trip to Recovery Room, and a pit stop at D'Als on the way home, we eventually got to bed real late.

Saturday was mostly chill time, another run to the beer exchange, and football watching until Rob showed back up. There were more beats made, and more cutting. Scrunchyface Flatbroke (of the Spaced Invaders) came through around ten with a deep crate. He even had doubles of this elusive De La 12". We blended for a while and just enjoyed having so many heads in the same room rotating on the two sets. Kutter (of UFO/Joeski fame) came through after getting off work around midnight, so we nerded out with a cut session. Mostly, Kutter and Hunter traded four bar phrases over a Rob beat while Jeff, Flatbroke and I bugged out. At around 4 in the morning, Hunter and I realized that we had been spinning for almost 9 hours straight, so I went to bed feeling like my brain would never function normally again. They stayed up until 5 watching cut videos on youtube.

I got a late start on Sunday, but I made it to brunch with Alan. Afterward, we went to the bike shop, did some repairs/modifications on our whips at home, went to kickball, and made our way to the new Moulin Rouge for the open jam.

Needlesstoday... Imtiredasshittoday.