Skip to main content

dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 26.09.12

it was indeed a happy [post]birthday celebration for me and a big thank you to all who joined in [you know who you are]. you know what the best part is? we're doing this again next week! that's right, folks, because we missed our date at the beginning of september, we're doing two weeks in a row of caustic loveliness. and you're invited

for those who don't know what to expect... here's what we did last night, which doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what we'll do next week, but it might give you an idea, sort of. 

mr. dna
dom said that for my birthday, he was inspired to play songs that reminded him of me, which is really sweet. although, given that he played fishbone's "lyin' ass bitch", i'm kind of hoping not every song was for me...

david bowie :: sense of doubt
liars :: scissor
medicine :: aruca
my bloody valentine :: soon
television :: marquee moon
blondie :: (i am always touched by your) presence, dear
talking heads :: not in love
richard hell & the voidoids :: love comes in spurts
new york dolls :: looking for a kiss
the kinks :: all day and all of the night
the cramps :: the crusher
the sonics :: cinderella
big flame :: sink
the pop group :: we are all prostitutes
wire :: the 15th
gary numan :: we have a technical
frank alpine :: no exit
devo :: beautiful world
big black :: I can be killed
the screamers :: vertigo
black flag :: nervous breakdown
hüsker dü :: something I've learned today
we've got a fuzzbox and we're gonna use it :: love is the slug
bikini kill :: rebel girl
superchunk :: 100,000 fireflies
dinosaur jr :: in a jar
fishbone :: lyin' ass bitch
the fundamentals :: leaving me behind
the beatles :: for the benefit of mr kite


dj kali
these are a few of my favourite things... stuck with a pretty safe set of things that i just love to hear loud. i think that next week, i'll do an all-polka set or something...


laibach :: die liebe
death in june :: heaven street 
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
pop 1280 :: bodies in the dunes
controlled bleeding :: the fodder song
spk :: metal field
gelatinous citizen :: big sounds for happy cows
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
the vanishing :: lovesick 
joy division :: shadow play 
chrome :: anorexic sacrifice
devo :: signal ready
gun club :: sex beat
siouxsie and the banshees :: nicotine stain
cabaret voltaire :: premonition [oops! didn't mean to play them twice, but i was having a conversation at the time and had a bit of a brain fart]
velvet underground :: heroin
minimal man :: big head
skullflower :: rotten sun
novy svet :: en possession de te

see you on wednesday, october 3rd at le cagibi- 9 'til 12!

Comments

as long as you're here, why not read more?

long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

jihadvertising?

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.

making faces :: getting cheeky

blush might just be the last thing that a beauty lover comes to appreciate, seeing as it can be a matter of slight degrees that separates one product from another, and it's most difficult to tell from just swatching a product how it's going to look. and it did take me a long time to appreciate that, despite loving my refined pallor and believing that my natural rosy flush was more than enough of a blush for me, blush is my friend. it softens, sculpts, perfects and, although you might not see it at first blush [yuk yuk yuk], it is something that subtly harmonises with the other colours in a look to make it "complete". yes, it's the most tricky thing to pull off when you're wearing something that doesn't mesh with your own undertones. but it's also the thing that can take a face from gloomy to glowing with a swish of the magic wand known as a makeup brush.

highlighters are an even trickier lot, since many of the more brilliant ones have a tendency to e…