Hm. Let me think a bit. It’s not like it would be the first time I do something you see? So all the kind of shit “I will do this and this in this delays”, me says “fuck it”
I won’t do it.
I will better speak about my ass – sorry my life.
In a way it would an homage to this dear Andy (Warhol, not Kaufman) and probably better than on FaceBook.
I should thanks some (really good) friends of mine to bring me back to reality, to apprehend a world without all this fake stuff. Okay, here it will be still auto-masturbation but hey, fuck off. I’m home and I do what I want as I want. You don’t like ? Please go read somewhere else.
SO.
What do I do? You will see, here and there, step by step, or not.
What did I do? Lot of things, this weekend was a chilly one (hey, 1st of May hommies!) w/ partying (in a taste of Minus/Plastikman show next week there was Marc Houle), restaurant (I forgot how good the San Telmo is) as well as shopping (I thanks the Gods and Goddesses from the Internet for this) and… that’s all folks.
I made nothing, seriously.
A bit of stock-filling for krafsht, but that’s a pleasure. Buying vinyls and promos by Banksy, Shepard “Obey” Fairey or Jamie “Gorillaz” Hewlett? Orgasmic. Wallet-killing too.
And for once, I tend to prepare myself a bit : I bought the tickets for Cypress Hill (Barcelona, june 10th) and Sonar (Barcelona, june 18/19). My trip to Bristol for Adam McLevey show (err, the closing party) and Upfest is more or less all-booked. I will make an appearance to Transmission in Dublin for Jack Beats too. Lot of fun coming on, I forecast a blowing party-weather for the forthcoming weeks.
Now that I spoke about me, myself and I, what about going out take some fresh breath? I’ve to go back to training for graffiti-hunting. I heard that citynk was back on the tracks..

Tags: Barcelone, Bristol, Cypress Hill, Paris, Plastikman, Sonar