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dj kali & mr. dna @ casa del popolo post-punk night

last night was a blast! a big thank you to dj tyg for letting us guest star on her monthly night, because we had a great time. my set was a little more reminiscent of the sets that i used to do at katacombes [i.e., less prone to strange meanderings than what you normally hear at the caustic lounge]. i actually invited someone to the night with the promise "don't worry, it'll be normal". which also gives you an idea of what to expect at the caustic lounge. behold my marketing genius.

mr. dna started off putting the "punk" into the night [which i think technically means i was responsible for the post, which doesn't sound quite so exciting]. i'd say that he definitely had the edge in the bouncy energy department.

many thanks to those who stopped in throughout the night to share in the tunes, the booze and the remarkably tasty nachos and a special thank you to the ska boss who stuck it out until the end of the night and gave our weary bones a ride home.

the next caustic lounge will be on august 1st, so we hope to see you there.

the way the night went, i started things off, followed by dj tyg, then mr. dna did a set, then dj tyg again, then mr. dna and i shared a set and then dj tyg closed things off. what i have here are the kali/ dna portions of the evening.

dj kali [9-10]
blondie :: denis denis
wire :: i am the fly
the danse society :: my heart [skipped another beat]
second layer :: fixation
bow wow wow :: c30 c60 c90 go
ait! :: i wanna be your mann
d.a.f. :: sato sato
pcyhick tv :: i c water
severed heads :: now an explosive new movie
la generentola :: la gata
blank dogs :: blue light
oto :: blue arrow
siouxsie & the banshees :: hong kong garden
killing joke :: turn to red

mr dna  [11-12]

ramones :: do you remember rock and roll radio?
buzzcocks :: what do I get?
descendents :: suburban home
black flag :: nervous breakdown
dead kennedys :: soup is good food
the ruts :: babylon's burning
the damned :: neat neat neat
the smiths :: handsome devil
the plugz :: el calvo y la cruz
minutemen :: this ain't no picnic
therapy? :: teethgrinder
future of the left :: manchasm
lcd soundsystem :: losing my edge
the jon spencer blues explosion :: dissect
the stooges :: down in the street
the white stripes :: you've got no faith in medicine
richard hell & the voidoids :: love comes in spurts

dj kali [1-130]
devo :: uncontrollable urge
ultravox :: the thin wall
tuxedomoon :: no tears
frank alpine :: dark places
simple minds :: i travel
spk :: metal field
hula :: big heat

mr dna [130-2]
bauhaus :: st. vitus dance
the jim carroll band :: people who died
x :: the world's a mess, it's in my kiss
the modern lovers :: roadrunner
we've got a fuzzbox and we're gonna use it :: spirit in the sky
pixies :: into the white
wire :: mannequin
rem :: so. central rain


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making faces :: soft touch

ah winter, how my lips hate you. it's too bad, really, because the rest of me likes winter, down to about -12 or so. but there's no arguing that i get dried out. nuxe rĂªve de miel is my super best friend at this time of year, even more so than otherwise. [i gave bite's agave lip mask a try only to find out i'm allergic to something in it.] but our [still] new apartment is somewhat drier than the old one [electric vs hot water heating], which meant that, for a long stretch, virtually every kind of lipstick was uncomfortable. the horror. [i wrote a post a while back about the formulas that are friendliest to chapped lips.]

faced with this dilemma, i decided to try something not exactly new, but [for me], out of the ordinary: being a gloss girl. now, i don't mind glosses. i buy them from time to time, and i used to buy more until i discovered that i just wasn't using them near enough to justify the continued purchases. my issues with glosses are that they feather…


i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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