Well I haven't written anything in the past few days due to:

1. Memorial Day Weekend
2. Parties on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Excellent all. Had a blast. Didn't overindulge. Danced my ass off.
3. Got sick on Tuesday
4. Now I'm recovering from a migraine (the fun does not stop)

Anyway, a couple of things:

1. See how someone's desperate attempt to get someone back backfires. Badly. That's why I don't do that. Ever.

2. Lots to do and little time to do it and I need a fucking job. A permanent one.

3. So many things on my mind and then things creep up on me. I'm over them but they come back in unexpected ways, mainly in my dreams. The subconscious is one tricky motherfucker.

4. Whoever's left at my side, I love you. The rest I don't really need. You're all that matters.

Murphy is working overtime. Just as I was going to post this note, Blogger is down. Go back to bed old man. :D

I'm glad I have a job that supposedly keeps me busy and away from home and all that, but my brain works overtime and
the usual deppressive shit hits me hard. Or when I sleep. Dreams can be soooo deceitful. Anyway, I better hit the
sack if I want to get up tomorrow. I hate mornings. I'm such a night owl it's obscene.

A Russian Ms. Universe and a Chinese runner-up. THE COMMIES ARE TAKING OVER GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!! (joke)

flyers for your viewing pleasure

For all of you who always wanted to be a Lego action figure and those of you craving to be a South Park character, here's your fix. You're welcome. Results below:






Last night's rave was beautiful. Good music. Great vibe. Tonight's party promises to be the shiznit too.

Work yesterday was easy and boring. Typical government job. At least keeps me busy.

In a few hours I'm back at the daily drugdgery. Joining the workforce. Another government wageslave. For a little while. Then we'll see. Bwahahaha. Rave tonight @ El Teatro. Panoptika & Oruga @ Transylvania on Saturday. Sweeet! Down in the trenches. Again.

CARP update. If worse comes to worse I can always broadcast my own music and no one will be the wiser. Fuck that.

Local government increased taxes on cigarrettes, drinks and sport utility vehicles. Oh my. I don't have/need any of those so the rest of you just bend over and take it. LOL. This government is so inept and so fucked up I don't think it'll get re-elected.

I went last night with Jammar, Raymond (from Macroporno), Carlitos (AYLK/Antartica) and Miguel (AYLK) up to Finca El Cuco in Manati. It was a rough ride but worth it. The guys who run it have this farm in the middle of nowhere but it can be a killer spot to party or just to get away from it all. They also have a satellite dsl modem wickedly fast. We started to work on their setup and their computers. Really cool and relaxed way to spend an evening and way into the next day. Came home at 4 am then chatted with my friend Nina until 6 am. You rock so much liebchen. at 10 am got a call and I have a temp job at a local government office. Let's see what happens but I'm so eager to get the fuck out of here it's not even funny.

We might audition a female singer and keyboard player for antartica.

Work awaits tomorrow and also a good rave. Tomorrow my son. This weekend's totally wicked.

June Tour Dates

JUEVES 6 DE JUNIO junto a MHX, Jorge Castro y Underscore en Transylvania Viejo San Juan

SABADO 8 DE JUNIO Antartica y Un.real Cafe Pa`Casa en la carr. 107 antes del Longbranch(rip) frente a Wendys.

MIERCOLES 12 DE JUNIO @ Candela Bar Viejo San Juan junto a Noel Villegas

SABADO 15 DE JUNIO @ Barfly Ave. Domenech Hato Rey junto a The Man Searching For Fun y una sorpresa.

MIERCOLES 26 DE JUNIO @ Don Pablo Viejo San Juan junto a Noel Villegas

ok so I feel better now, thanks for asking. also testing my new version of my remote blogging program. not much to say really, aside from the usual.

I just recovered from the most evil migraine I've had in a while. Probably stress induced. Fucking kids and their little dramas. No jobs in sight and I want a ticket out of here. Shit I love being able to play and do the radio show but the rest I can live without. Really. Ok enough venting. Time to get things done.

Hello.

I've survived a nice little show with Ongo, Panoptica, Mazukamba and other fine bands.
We ate at a nice sandwich joint called Sandwich Only near Aguadilla. Best fucking sandwich I've had in a while.
We went to a joint to play afterwards, but the cops came. So we headed for Barfly and Noel wasn't there.
I had a blast. Spent quality time with Phillip, Denise and their lovely daughter whom I haven't seen in a while.
Macoyo even sang me happy birthday. Bastard. :) Mom even bought a birthday cake. I got a nice shirt.
I am as happy as I can be. Now off for some serious job hunting.

Ta ta

J.

This Day In History:

1804
Napoleon Bonaparte was proclaimed Emperor of France by the French Senate.

1896
The Supreme Court affirmed racial segregation in Plessy v. Ferguson as "separate but equal."

1920
Pope John Paul II was born near Krakow, Poland.

1953
Jacqueline Cochran became the first woman to fly faster than the speed of sound.

1974
India became the 6th country to become a nuclear power.

1980
Mount St. Helens, in Washington state, erupted after being dormant for 123 years. Joy Division singer Ian Curtis hung himself.

2000
A bill was finally passed that removed the Confederate flag from the South Carolina statehouse.

I share my birthday with:

Pope John Paul II
Reggie Jackson
Bertrand Russell
Margot Fonteyn

Started the weekend properly at the DJ Ravin's set at the Marriott. Fucking hell. Yes it was full of yuppies but me and my friend Mariana had a blast dancing, dining and drinking along with Iohann, Mika, Angelito and Daphne. It was good to see Lili after all these years. She's gorgeous and has a mullet. Woooooo. Jose was fun to see too. I also saw some 'celebrities' like Vivanativa's singer and El Manjar's new singer. Yeah dancing with the jet set. And that's just for starters. WoooooooOOOoooo!!!!!!

episode two: attack of the clones
visually it's amazing
so far i think it's my favorite film after star wars and empire strikes back
mace windu should have 'bad motherfucker' etched on his lightsaber
and do not, i repeat, do NOT mess with the little green guy.
he's not as harmless as he looks

I miss you sometimes. Like now. I wonder how you and yours are doing. I just wished there was some closure. There never will be, I'm afraid. This one I think is for the rest of our lives. Take care . Wherever you are, I'll always love you. Good night.

Friends are in trouble. So am I. Trying to sort out stuff. I wish I could ease their pain. All I can do is listen. Listen and dole out some advice. May 5th went past. Fuck. It's been awhile. No wonder I dreamt that dream that shook me. On Saturday I'll be 34. Christ. Let's see what this year brings. Change, the only constant.

Tomorrow tomorrow Attack Of The Clones tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a day awayyyyyyyyyyy

Anyone giving me a spoiler to me in the next 12 hours will get his/her ass seriously kicked. I mean it.

1) touch me i'm sick
2) i can't get no sleep
3) going wooo wooo wooo while riding with the FA guys in circles on the parking lot. yes, our brains get a little weird after our weekly meeting. then Iohann suggests watching ALL Star Wars movies to prep for the release. After 8 hours I think I'll end up speaking Bocce.
4) i fucking hate this place on a daily basis but
5) i love gigging and going out with my friends....go figure.
6) my birthday falls on the day Ian Curtis hung himself and Mt. St. Helens exploded.
7) killer gig on my birthday
8) the others on dvd. hint hint fucking hint.
9) where is my mind? down the left
10) get laid. get fucked. properly fucked before ze germans come in.
11) joel and i are watching attack of the clowns tomorrow. NO FUCKING SPOILERS FOR ME OR YOUR ASS WILL BE MINE MOTHERFUCKERS!
12) I *know* the fucking galaxy in Star Wars is as small as a fucking hilbilly town. Everyone is related and knows each other. BTW, finally after 5 pictures there *is* a PR on Star Wars. Jimmy Smits. Duuuuude.
13) Mace Windu is a bad motherfucker. You better recognize. I bet he's gonna get shafted like Qui Gonn Jin on the first one.

Cute Slogan For The Day:
Bobba "My Daddy Created The Stormtroopers and All I Got Was This Shitty Armor" Fett

Random Shit Running Through My Brain:

1. Stupid people shouldn't breed. They shouldn't even fucking get out the fucking gate as far as I'm concerned. Nevertheless they plague us with their own brand of stupidity. I shouldn't be worried overall about it *BUT* whenever one of these morons hits me with a stupid question, they deserve all the insults I can cram into him/her. Like Ford Fairlane said: "Too many assholes, so few bullets".

2. Creativity flowing. Another song for the record. Gotta take advantage of it. Sending resumes too. Keeping myself busy.

3. Le Tigre's the shiznit. Women having fun. I'm all for that.

4. Fuck em if they can't take it. Fuck em if they do anyway.

5. Four days before Armageddon, my birthday or whichever comes first.

Courtesy of Side-Line Magazine. They sold their souls to The Man......

[10 May 2002]
Hot telex news: Mute sold to EMI
Mute is no longer an independent label. EMI have announced today that
they have acquired Mute, one of Europe?s leading independent record
companies, with an artist roster that includes Depeche Mode, Fad Gadget,
Moby, Erasure, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds and many more indie acts. With
the acquisition EMI is extending an existing licensing relationship that
Mute has had with EMI?s Virgin Records for over 15 years. Founded in
London in 1978 by Daniel Miller, Mute has consistently been at the
forefront of artist development. Miller, executive chairman of Mute, will
continue to be responsible for all of the company?s global activities. EMI
will pay 23 million UK pounds for Mute, plus up to 19 million UK pounds
of potential performance-related payments, over a period of four years.
The take-over did not really come as a surprise, in previous interviews
Miller already argumented that joining up with a major would be one of
the most logical decisions for the near future.

.....but hey HE wanted it that way! I guess he just can't get enough..... LOL

well boys and girls i haven't gone to bed yet. full on creative mode. two new songs created, updating the websites, taking care of business. i think we're gonna have the final track listing for the record. six songs recorded live and three possibly four on the studio. 9 to 10 new tracks for your listening pleasure.

also spent some quality time with my mother. yes, even i have one and i hope those of you who have mothers took time off your busy schedules to spend time with them.

saw jorge castro and mhx at barfly on saturday after the show. they kick so much ass it's not funny. looking forward to start my birthday weekend watching them this thursday.

ok it's 0541 and i really think i should catch some z's.

Fear And Loathing In Guaynabo City (you Wished This Was A Joke!)
Protagonistas:

Mista D@ve
Chocky
Popu

Lugar:

Casa Eggo's


Situacion: Show de Oruga/mhx/diorama

Viernes por la noche. Llego con Chocky al lugar indicado tempranisimo. Despues de que Pitu me amenaza y me hostiga, suelto los chavos de la entrada. Chocky hace lo mismo y mientras que la banda monta, nos tiramos la mision a monchar en el McDonald's mas cercano.

Llegamos y ya estaban los sospechosos usuales ademas de la banda empezando. Mhx se tiro la puercada electronica, idm, glitch. Como siempre excelente. Mista D@ve llega y despues de un efusivo saludo nos tiramos a beber y a joder. Entre tanto la bartender (fresca de cuerpo solamente. lo demas...airhead pero pues.......) se tira el pronunciamento del 2002: "Esta musica es medio rara no?". "You got that right sister"- pense mientras que me bajaba la Mike's Hard Lemonade. Mista D@ve estaba con su Cuba Libre chillin y salimos al balconcito a tirarnos los comentarios con Frau Nora, Ariel, Pitu, Puntito Siniestro, Ol Skool, Kiwaldo y el resto del elenco, mientras admirabamos la vida serena en las calles de Guaynabo City. No sospechabamos que pronto sabriamos porque.

Despues de la descarga de Mhx en el cual Ol Skool y yo estabamos jugando a "Name That Tune", el poder del kowbell, la posibilidad de hacer el remix de ghetto tech para darle clases de jaqueo y sandungueo a los raperos locales y la inmortalidad de los angeles entre otras cosas, nos dirigimos adentro para apreciar a Oruga en directo.

Sasha la Caimana abrio las festividades y un caballero se tiro un poemita y luego Oruga empezo con la musica fresca con unos videitos proyectados por el techo que incluian a Luis Bunyuel y a Dali en "Un Chien Andalou" (con el ojo cortao yummy), The Great Dictator de Chaplin entre otros manjares audiovisuales. Que escuche? Jazz ligero, post rock. trip hop y shoegazing. Fue durante la cancion de ese estilo es que veo a varios guardias fuertemente armados entrando al local pidiendole a la banda que pare. Fuck si veo a sobre 10 macharranes fuertemente armados pues que se puede hacer no?

Anyway los guardias anuncian que quieren chequear los permisos del lugar, pero tambien proceden a registrar a gente al azar. Mista D@ve sufrio uno de esos registros. Mano y el hombre es so fresh and so clean. No fucking lie. Shit. Gente del Guaynabo City Police, Rentas Internas y hasta agentes de el fucking INS (SI AMIGUITOS. INMIGRACION. LA MIGRA. EL INMIGRATION AND NATURALIZATION SERVICE OF THE DEPT OF JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENTS MY FRIEND) estaban ahi. Los guardias chequearon el lugar y el lugar lamentablemente no tenian los permisos al dia. Asi que cerraron el local, confiscaron la bebida y tu y yo y el corillo pa'fuera.

Chocky declaro el party uno de old school porque hacian por lo menos una decada que no veiamos a las autoridades bustear un party de la escena. Digo, mala de ellos del local porque el local estaba fresco y se da para hacer unos tripeos buenos, pero pues pasar ese malrato esta de mas. Gracias a 'BoB' que a las autoridades no se les ocurrio tirarse las tacticas de stormtroopers y no rajaron cabezas. Armamento tenian. I guess we were lucky. This time. Los guardias hablando de rolas y extasy. Fuckers didn't have a clue sobre la actividad.

Hasta la hora del bosteo los chicos de Dio/rama todavia estaban en la carretera. Bueno que carajos vienen de Quebradillas tu sae . Pero conyo le aguaron el party a Pitu y eso no se le hace a nadie. Bueno ya sabemos que cuando necesitemos un lugar seguro para tener la casa con la verjita blanca los 2.5 hij@s y el perro, pa Guaynabo City es que es mi gente.

Saludos a los que fueron y a los que me acompanyaron cantando el tema de "The Empire Strikes Back". Cuando me fui tenia unas ganas cabronas de poner NWA o a Body Count pero como dijo Cerati: "Nena yo no soy un superhombre". Solo Popu.

Los amo a tod@s y perdonen por la caida. Quiero mas Oruga. Yummy.

P!

http://www.rojoynegro.com
http://listen.to/antartica

PD - Se supone que revkunin hubiera reportado esta situacion primero que nadie pero como el cabron es un hippie no hizo nada. Como siempre.

The radio session went well. 23:09 of non-stop fun. Lots of phonecalls of people asking what the fuck was going on and liking it. Beautiful beautiful. Got Oruga's demo and will see them tonight hopefully. I am psyched. Lots of things that can be done.